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buckys-little-hoe · 4 years ago

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The Bet | Jake Peralta x Reader

Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader

Summary: You and Jake make a bet. Who can last longer without Sex.

Warnings: Implied Smut, my non existent knowledge of police work, sexyness lmao, mentions of drugs and murder

A/N: There is not much to say. I just wanted to try writing about someone else. The next thing that i have planned is something for our fav fast guy Pietro (who owns my heart btw)

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It all started about a year ago. You were new to the station and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Not only were you beautiful, no, you were a real badass too. You solve one case after the other without any complications. And while you sometimes had to be physical, you looked hot too. Amy had asked several times if you could teach her how to look good while you had blood on your uniform, but you just shrugged your shoulders. In all honesty, you just did it without even thinking about it. Holt was incredibly proud to have hired someone so talented. You lived for your work, but your private life suffered as a result.

You spent your nights researching and in the morning you just came out of bed. And so after about a week you were at your desk. Rosa came in with her blank expression and sat across from you. You gave her a smile, which she didn't return, but she gave you coffee. You accepted it gratefully and immediately felt better. "Hey, Y/N! Could you bring me the new file? It's on Peralta's desk.” Terry asked you as you sat closer and you nodded. With your coffee cup in hand, you got up and went to his desk. What a mess. Sighing, you rummaged around with one hand. Was that a crushed granola bar? Disgusted, you took your hand out of the mess and took a sip. At about the same time, Jake strutted in and was immediately involved in a conversation with Charles. So he ran backwards towards his desk. You didn't even notice your surrounding anymore, you were too focused on finding the files without your hand touching anything rotten. And so Jake ran against you. Startled, you tightened your grip on the cup, which caused the lid to fly up from the pressure and some coffee spilled onto your blouse. You whimpered softly because the shit was really hot. "Fuck ..." Carefully you lifted the blouse a little so that it doesn't stick to your skin. Jake immediately walked away from you and spoke to you. "Shit, I'm so sorry! Are you okay, Y/L/N?” He asked with a guilty conscience and you turned around. With gritted teeth you nodded and walked slowly towards the washroom. "If you want, I'll help you take it off!" He called after you and you had to pull yourself together not to beat him up. This was his first attempt at flirting, and it wasn't his last. About a month later, you were sitting across from Rosa again, but your eyes were on Holt. He was talking to Jake again, but you couldn't see what kind of conversation. Was it praise? Or maybe scolding? You were bored with no case to resolve. Besides, you were kind on a sex withdrawal. After all, you were new to this neighborhood and didn't really know anyone. You hadn't even gotten to masturbation in the past few weeks. Annoyed, you let your head drop on your crossed arms. It could be that the withdrawal made you a little pissed. "What's going on?" Rosa asked and Amy perked up her ears. And since Charles didn't really have anything to do either and was a self-proclaimed consolation giver, he came straight to it. A kind of meeting came into being. "I'm just not in a good mood," you said and looked up. "Why?" Amy asked immediately. Even Gina was now at your table. "Is it because we don't have any cases right now?" Charles asked, but you denied it. A bit of free time was actually good, but you were in the wrong place to satisfy yourself. "Stress with the partner?", Amy guessed. "I don't have anyone.", You grumbled. "Aha!" Gina shouted. "You haven't had sex in a long time!" With red cheeks you buried your head in your arms again. Satisfied, she nodded as she hit the nail right on the head. Terry came along now. "I know some nice men," he said and you rolled your eyes. Great, now everyone knew. "I know some great girls too," Rosa suggested. “That's enough, guys. If I want then I'll surely find someone. ", You grumbled and looked up again. By now everyone had a sympathetic smile on their faces. You groaned annoyed. Gina pushed Charles aside and showed you a couple of Instagram accounts with some guys. Somehow you wanted meaningless sex, but not with someone strange. Jake stepped out of the office again and noticed everyone standing at your table. "What's going on here?" He asked aloud and walked to your desk. "We're looking for someone to lay Y/N.", Gina answered without looking up. Embarrassed you avoided his gaze. Did everyone finally know? "I'll volunteer.", He grinned and everyone started laughing, including you. "Why are you laughing?" Confused, he looked at his colleagues. Charles put a hand on his shoulder. "Not bad for Jake, but Y/N is way out of your league.", He replied with pity in his voice. Jake looked at him indignantly. “Thanks, Boyle! It doesn't matter now. Y/N, take your bag or whatever, we have a little drug case in a gelateria.”Peralta said, avoiding Boyle's hurt expression. A gelateria and he didn't take his best friend with him? Excitedly, you grabbed your service weapon and your jacket. “I’m ready!"

"I think the owner is the dealer," you said quietly to yourself. Jake nodded in agreement. "Now we just have to catch him red-handed," he added. He turned to you and put both of his hands on your shoulders. You looked at him with a raised brow. "Flirt with him," he ordered and shook you. "What! Why? ”You hissed softly and glanced over at the guy. "You distract him and I'll go back through the door," he explained and you sighed. "Okay." So you stepped inside slowly, purposefully towards the counter and looked at the many different types of ice cream. "Hi!", You smiled shyly, and he took the bite immediately. "Hello beautiful woman, what can I do for you?" He asked charmingly with his heavy Italian accent. Your heart went soft with all the ice cream. "What can you recommend?" "It depends on what you like," grinned the man. "I like it extraordinary, maybe something Mediterranean.", You said and suppressed your gag reflex. "I should have- Hey!", He interrupted himself and looked past you. Inwardly, you just gave yourself a facepalm. He couldn’t be serious. "What are you doing back there, huh?" Slowly you turned around and saw Peralta with a mustache stuck on. You sighed softly to yourself and just mimicked your fate. "Well, searching the drugs.", He replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You took your badge in your hand ready to turn around when the swanky Italian slapped it out of your hand, jumped over the counter and hit you on the floor. With a thud, you landed on the floor. Jake was about to walk towards you, but you waved in the direction of the door. He bit his lip and hesitantly ran after him. Slowly you got up and cracked your fingers. Why did he have to bite his lip so badly? Now you ran after them too, it didn't take long for the Italian to land in a dead end. Jake seemed to have everything under control, so you stood to one side to take a deep breath. But when he handcuffed him, you couldn't prevent your dirty thoughts. How would the handcuffs feel on your hands? You rubbed your thighs together to release some friction. You realized one thing. Jake was the one who had to fuck you. You just had to make him do it.

A few days later, you were leaning your arms on Gina's desk, your bum up. In the reflection you could see his eyes on it while he was talking to Amy. Even your blouse had one button open today. At least time was running and you were getting more and more impatient. Gina told you something about a dance group and normally you'd like to listen, but this time it was more difficult. When you turned around he was no longer there. Instead, Amy gave you a friendly wave. You returned her gestures with a smile. Suddenly you smelled his perfume in your nose. He was right next to you. Your breathing became a little more irregular, as did your heartbeats. Oh God. His sleeves were rolled up and he was smiling slyly. “We're going to Shaw’s after work today. Would you like to come with us?” He wanted to know and you didn't miss how his eyes briefly wandered to your breasts. “Oh yes, Y/N! You absolutely have to go.", Gina agreed, so you nodded."I'll be happy to come, Peralta. "

That evening, you sat in a corner with your drink in hand. If he stopped giving you any more signs, you would look for someone else, which you would find a shame. Time passed and slowly the troop broke up. Until there was only Jake left, who sat down next to you with a new drink. "Here." Smiling, he pushed the glass towards you. You took the straw slowly in your mouth and didn't break eye contact. If he didn't get that hint now, you'd probably freak out. Instead, the detective put his hand dangerously close to your clothed core. You gasped loudly. "Could it be that you want me to fuck you?" He asks quietly and your heart almost popped out of your chest. You opened your mouth, but not a word came out. So you just nodded. “Unfortunately that's not enough, babygirl. Use words. ”Jake said. Slowly he tilted your head to one side and kissed the back of your neck. "Please, fuck me," you breathed. He removed his head and grinned. "I will, but just because you asked so nicely." Shortly afterwards you landed in his apartment. And at three in the morning you woke up and left like nothing happened. And it went on and on. Some days he would hold you against the shelves in the evidence room. On others it was in his car. And you liked the dominance he exuded. You liked how he took what he wanted from you, while still not forgetting your satisfaction. But after the sex you were always the first to go.

After a year it was still just sex and nothing more. So you were all the more surprised when he suddenly showed up on a date. You apologized to the nice man and pulled Jake on his ear out. He followed you gasping. When you finally stood in the parking lot, you crossed your arms. “What's this crap, Peralta?” You wanted to know, annoyed. "I ... I just wanted to make sure the guy was decent," he lied, which you could clearly see. “Bullshit. You are jealous. ", You replied." No, I am not. " "Yes you are." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." “Okay! Our sex is fantastic okay? But what am I talking about here anyway? You wouldn't even go a day without it.” The cop defended himself. "Oh yes? I think you're confused, darling. You can't last a day without it.” You replied angrily. “Then let's bet. Whoever gives up first loses,” he suggested. “What do I get if I win?” You asked suspiciously. Betting with Jake always goes wrong and ends in chaos, you've been aware of that since Halloween. "I'll give you the murder case." "Okay, and you?" "I want one waking up." Confused you pulled your eyebrows together. "What do you mean?", You said. "I want you to wake up with me once. No escaping," he explained with ruddy cheeks. You examined him briefly and finally nodded. "Deal."

It started very easily. Here and there he brushed your hips, of course quite unobtrusively. Sometimes your file fell down, so you had to bend down very low. But he didn't jump on it. So you had to get more extreme. Bananas were eaten and he was flirting with Amy. And somehow your heart got heavier. So you had to act differently. Shortly before the end of the day you accidentally spilled your water on your white blouse. While your red lace bra became visible, you apologized with red cheeks and promised to come back. You didn't miss Jake's eyes, but you had other plans. From your closet you pulled a top with a deep neckline and tight jeans that made your bum stick out. You pulled the hair elastic out of your hair and freed your voluminous mane. You even forced yourself into high shoes and for once you leave your underwear off. "Show Time.", You mumbled and drove to the bar. And as soon as you stepped in, everyone's eyes were on you. Rosa whistled loudly and grinned honestly. Flattered you gave her a hug. "I thought I could dress up a bit." You explained your outfit to her. "Good girl," she winked. She’s the only one who knew about you and Jake since she caught you in the evidence room. With a swing of your hips that could only drive someone crazy, you strutted towards the bar. The bartender leaned down to you. "What will it be, my lady?" He grinned charmingly and you laughed out loud. still focused on getting what you wanted. “A shot would be a start,” you answered. He pushed one over to you pretty quickly. "It’s on the house.", He smiled. You nodded as a thank you and drank it. The warmth spread through your body and you let your shoulders circle. And so you flirted with the bartender for an estimated two minutes, when a well-known body was already pressing against yours. And with it his erection too. Your grin grew bigger. "What do you think you're doing?" He whispered in your ear. Goosebumps graced your body. He let his hand slide gently under your top. "You don't even wear a bra," Jake said, breathing irregularly. Inconspicuously, you rubbed your bum against his reaction. "That's enough," he whispered through clenched teeth. And so he pulled your wrist towards his apartment. And for the first time you didn't care what your colleagues thought about you.

Tired you opened your eyes and looked directly at the alarm clock next to you. Three o'clock at night. But this time you didn't get up. Instead, you turned around, put your arms around his body, and closed your eyes again. And Jake's smile grew bigger.

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nhlandotherimagines · 4 years ago

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I Wish- Quinn Hughes

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Well here is blurb number 6 of my Up All Night series! I absolutely adore Quinn Hughes so writing this broke my heart! This is just pure angst and heartbreak, oh and some curse words so consider yourself warned!

Please let me know what you think! Thank you all so much for your continued support you’re amazing! ❤️

He takes your hand, I die a little. I watch your eyes and I'm in riddles. Why can't you look at me like that?

“Y/n here yet?” Elias asks, bumping his shoulder playfully into Quinn. Quinn’s face reddens at the question, and Elias’ smirk grows. The whole team knows Quinn is hopelessly in love with you, and they chirp him endlessly for it.

“Piss off Petey,” Quinn grumbles, “She should be here soon.” The boys threw a little get together for Quinn’s birthday, so of course they invited you. You and Quinn have become really close over the last year, so when Brock put together the invite list you were at the top.

“You should tell her.” Petey states, slipping away from Quinn. Almost as if on cue, you walk through the door. Quinn immediately lights up seeing you, however it doesn’t last long. He is sure he’s going to throw up, maybe even die, when he sees the man walking next to you. It is a guy Quinn has never met before, but judging by where his fingers are interlocked with yours, you are quite familiar with him.

“There he is! Happy Birthday Quinny!” You beam, dropping the mystery man’s hand to wrap both your arms around Quinn.

“Thanks Y/n/n, I’m glad you could make it.” He smiles down at you as you pull away. Sure it was the truth, but Quinn can’t help but fight the frown threatening to settle itself on his face.

The man beside you clears his throat as you pull away from Quinn. “Oh right! Quinn this is my boyfriend Jake, Jake this is Quinn!” You smile brightly up at Jake, and he smiles back. The two of you are so caught up in each other you don’t see Quinn’s face fall as he watches you.

Quinn can feel his world crumbling around him. The way you’re looking at this guy, your boyfriend, Quinn wants you to look at him like that. Until this point he had thought it was an option, that maybe you felt the same. Apparently he was wrong. “Nice to meet you Jake.”

When you walk by, I try to say it, but then I freeze, and never do it. My tongue gets tied, the words get trapped. I hear the beat of my heart getting louder, whenever I'm near you

“What?!” Elias’ eyes are practically bugging out of his head now, as he stares at Quinn in disbelief.

“She brought her boyfriend Petey.” Quinn states again, annoyance clear in his voice. Elias opens his mouth to speak, but Quinn quickly shuts him down. “Just quit it okay? There was no hope anyway, it’s fine.” Before Elias can protest, Quinn is walking away. His shoulders slump in defeat as he attempts to mingle with the people that have shown up for his party.

Quinn is sure this is the worst birthday he’s ever had. Sure, it was nice to spend some time with his friends, but he’s never felt this terrible before.

When Quinn finally sees you alone, you’re walking back from the washroom. As you walk past him, his mouth opens to speak. He wants to tell you how he feels, ask what your deal with Jake is, and tell you how bad he wishes it were him. As you smile at him, his heart hammers aggressively in his chest. He cannot form any sentences as you walk right past him, finding your way back to Jake. He was tongue tied, and there was nothing he could do.

But I see you with him slow dancing, tearing me apart 'cause you don't see. Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking, Oh how I wish that was me

Brock and Elias try their best to keep Quinn entertained for the rest of the evening. Keeping him out of his own head, and his attention off of you. Their efforts, although for his best interest, don’t stop Quinn from watching you whenever you were in view. Jake’s hands gripping your hips, as the two of you swayed back and forth. The two of you slow dance, despite the hip hop beats that someone had playing through Quinn’s speakers, as if you had your own music playing that no one could hear.

It is rough for Quinn to keep the smile on his face as the steady stream of well wishes continues throughout the night. He does a great job of it though, that is until he hits his breaking point. After towing the line all night, on the verge of a breakdown, or perhaps a temper tantrum, Quinn breaks. That line snaps the moment Quinn watches your lips press to Jake’s. The kiss is short and sweet, but to Quinn it feels like it goes on forever. To him, that kiss solidifies the fact he will never have you.

So he drinks. A lot.

He looks at you, the way that I would. Does all the things, I know that I could. If only time, could just turn back

“Quinn slow down!” Brock pleads, trying to pull Quinn from the kitchen where he has spent the last five minutes taking shots. Quinn just shrugs him off pouring more, trying to rid the whole night from his memory. Trying to rid you from his memory. Brock knows he can’t talk any sense into Quinn, so he does the only thing he knows to.

“Y/n!” Brock calls out your name, and when you turn around, you see him running towards you in a panic. You send him a confused look encouraging him to tell you what is going on. “It’s Quinn. I need your help he won’t listen to me.”

When you see him it scares you. You’ve never seen him like this. Hell, no one has. He’s not drinking for fun, and just trying to keep up with the big guys. You’ve seen those times. This time is different, he’s alone, mumbling to himself and knocking back shots as fast as he can pour them.

“Quinn?” Your voice shakes as you place on hand on his shoulder, and use the other to stop him from pouring another shot. His head shoots up at the sound of your voice, eyes meeting yours. The hurt in his eyes is enough for you to have to fight back tears of your own. “I think you should stop.”

“Why do you care? Go back to your boyfriend,” he spits. The anger in his tone drops though, when he sees your face twist. “I’m just having fun.”

“No you aren’t. Talk to me Quinn, I DO care about you.” You plead, but he just shakes his head and let’s out a sad laugh.

“If you care, why him?” Quinn’s eyes are boring into your own, “I could do what he does. I want to. I can look at you like that, I could’ve been that guy! And if I could go back and change things I would.” You can only stare back at him in astonishment, unable to form any words. His confession hits you hard, you didn’t know. How could you?

When you think about it though, it is pretty obvious. Quinn has always complimented you, been the first to offer you help even if you didn’t need it, and always requested you as his plus one. You feel stupid for not having clued in before, and you feel bad for being the reason for your friend’s broken heart.

'Cause I got three little words that I've always been dying to tell you...

“Quinn, I’m sorry I didn’t know you liked me-“ you start, stammering slightly. You’re trying to form an apology without making matters worse, but Quinn cuts you off.

“I don’t like you Y/n.” There it is again, that venom in his words. Quinn was never one to get mad like this, and you don’t like it. His words, although angry, still confuse you.

“B-but you just said?” You hardly register the three men standing behind you now. Brock and Elias both trying to figure out what is happening, and Jake watching you closely.

“I don’t like you. I love you. Always have. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a bottle to get back to and I’m sure you haven’t forgotten that you have a boyfriend to get back to.” Quinn pulls his hand free from your grip on his wrist. Instead of pouring another shot though he brings the bottle up to his lips and turns to walk away.

“Quinn wait!” You call out to him, but he doesn’t stop. He just continues walking towards his room down the hall. “I loved you too you know?” Tears begin to slip down your face, and you know you’ve drawn a crowd but at this point you don’t care. You watch as Quinn freezes, his entire body going rigid, but he doesn’t respond or turn around.

“But you are Quinn-fucking-Hughes, and I’m just me! I counted myself lucky to even be able to call you a friend, so I couldn’t tell you how I felt. You could have any girl Quinn.” You watch him closely, trying to steady your breathing as you do so.

Quinn turns around, the wild look on his face is certainly not what you were expecting. “Well guess what! I don’t want any girl, I want you. But I guess that ships sailed huh?” He glances over your shoulder for a moment, and speaks again. “Take care of her Jake, she’s a good one.”

Without another word from anyone, Quinn is gone. The slamming and locking of his door, so loud that it’s heard over the music. In your attempt to save your friendship with Quinn, you lost him altogether. Now you’re left to wish; wish that this never happened.

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wouldduskwood · 3 years ago

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Descendants of Despair Part 51

I sat back in my chair, untangling my hand briefly from Jake’s as I used both hands to keep my hood up. “Fuck,” I cursed quietly. “The man without a face has more technical skill than I ever thought.” Rubbing my temples, I took a few steadying breaths.

“Uh, what’s going on?” Dan questioned. I forced myself to sit upright in my chair once more and instinctively took Jake’s hand back in my own. Touching him, being close to him, using him to lean on...it had all become second nature to me. He had gotten past my defenses, then became somehow part of them. I needed him. My action did not escape Dan’s attention. “Urgh,” he groaned, looking away. Jake’s hand briefly increased in pressure in mine then returned to a relaxed state as I continued to hold it.

“The thing is, I may have misjudged just how capable that jackass is…” I groaned. “I knew he must have had some ability, but I think he was tracking all of our calls for a while. How else did he know that you were leaving the hospital and that Phil had called you?” I looked at Jake. “Can he track my phone without your knowledge?” I asked warily, unsure just how much the man without a face knew. “Doubtful,” Jake murmured. “The type of hacking to get into someone's calls would leave far more traces than a simple encryption to prevent me from seeing that they’d sent a message, like Alan had used. If Nym0s didn’t pick up on it, and I didn’t during my regular checks, then I doubt he has gotten through it.” I nodded thankfully, which seemed to infuriate Dan once again.

“Wait, so you are just okay with him monitoring everything you do?” Dan snarled. I shrugged. “I have nothing to hide from him and I trust him. That’s more than I can say about literally anyone else.” “What the fuck has he done to you?” Dan hissed, glaring wildly at me. “You seemed so in control of things before, now it’s like you don’t want to make a move without checking with him that it’s okay first. He’s controlling you.”

I grabbed Jake’s hand as tightly as I could to prevent him from reacting. That was exactly what Dan was expecting to see and I didn’t want to go down that path. “You’re wrong,” I stated coldly. “I can look after myself. Jake’s presence in my life has made it worthwhile. Jake’s presence in my life has given me something to fight for, to live for. You want to know if I can take care of myself. Fuck Dan, I’ve taken care of myself for so long that I have no idea what it would be like to not do it. Jake makes things easier, but there is no way in hell that I have lost any of the edge that I had before. The fact that you can’t see that is making me wonder if it is even worthwhile pursuing this plan or if Jake and I should just disappear and work it out ourselves.”

As I finished my statement, I let Jake’s hand go and pushed my seat back, causing the metal legs to scrape against the concrete floor in an excruciating sound akin to nails scraping down a blackboard. As I stood, Jake followed suit without question. To prove my point, I led the way to the door with Jake trailing behind me. I wanted to give the illusion of being in control and I think Jake knew that so was doing his best to let me have the win. It wasn’t just to try and convince Dan, it was to convince myself that I wasn’t weak as well. Deep down I knew that if I ever ended up on the street again, I’d fit straight back into my past life without hesitation, but Jake’s very presence had weakened me in a way. I really couldn’t fathom how I’d exist without him now. Becoming another layer of my defense system, he had more say in my life than anyone ever had. But I didn’t regret it in the slightest.

“Wait,” Dan sighed. “Maybe I misjudged you.” I paused but didn’t turn back. Jake stood behind me, silently. I knew he would be waiting for me to make a move. I waited silently for Dan to continue speaking, trying to employ Jake’s tactics to Dan instead. “Look, what were you planning to do?” Dan asked, his voice softening. Turning, I made my way back to the seat I had left, turned it around and sat on it backwards. It wasn’t meant to look cool, rather to give me a quick escape if I needed to. I didn’t want to be hampered by getting tangled in the chair.

“I want to go in and see Phil, but without Jake. He is still wanted by some powerful people. I need someone to come with me to help in case the man without a face is there. The thing is, Dan, it may not be safe. I can escape relatively easily, but you wouldn’t likely be able to follow. Your presence and the fact Jake will be hidden somewhere may be enough for the man without a face to not make a move, as he won’t know what we are up to...but I can’t promise you’ll be okay. I’d have preferred to have Thomas there as well to confuse things further but it doesn’t look like that will happen.”

“That pussy wouldn’t be able to cope with it,” Dan snickered. “Look, he’s a good guy but not cut out for this type of game. So, you’d be under my care…” Dan grinned, looking at Jake’s hunched form. This act of spite was enough to completely piss me off. Before Jake could react, I sprang from my chair and pushed Dan from his. He was taken by surprise, but I allowed him to stand then tapped his knee out from under him with a quick kick. “You may have the muscle,” I sneered. “But I can protect myself. If you pull that shit again, I won’t hesitate to lay you on your ass and leave you there.” Jake’s arms wrapped around my waist as my body shook with rage.

“Okay, okay, I get it…” Dan muttered as he pulled himself back on the chair. “If I wasn’t still recovering from the car accident, I’d have had you.” He sneered defiantly. “When would that have happened? When I pushed you off your chair, or when I had you back on the floor within a second after you had stood once again?” I snarled. “Don’t push me, Dan. I can do this with or without you. I would appreciate your support, but Jake and I can figure out an alternative strategy without it if we have to.”

Dan sighed. “Yeah, okay I get it. You’ve got as much edge as you always had,” he admitted grudgingly. “Maybe you’re the one wearing the pants in the relationship,” he snickered, casting a glance in Jake’s direction. I was about to respond out of anger once again when Jake replied for me. “It took you that long to figure it out huh? She has had me completely since she first started questioning me, despite me trying to fight it.” This response shut Dan up and took away my anger. I hadn’t expected Jake to practically confess his love for me in front of anyone else.

“Okay, so have we gotten over this point scoring?” I snarled, still trying to maintain a level of frustration in my voice to let Dan know I wasn’t playing games. “Yeah, okay, don’t pick on the hackerman. I get it,” Dan replied. “Jake?” I questioned. “Yeah, don’t wind the beefcake up, I get it,” Jake replied with a touch of humour in his voice. “Truce?” I asked. “Truce,” both Jake and Dan replied, eyeing each other with an element of loathing and distrust as they did so.

Part 52

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dumdumsun · 4 years ago

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Forever and Never

A/N: Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: mentions of marijuana and rape

Word Count: 2493

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Five: The Beauty That Is Stanley Barber

“And after I found out what happened, I became kinda cold towards him…”

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That Monday, I had felt like absolute shit. I had never gotten that drunk before, that I guess I was still recovering from Ricky’s party. I hadn’t remembered much of anything other than dancing, kissing Stan, and being alone with Ricky. My mind went blank once that door locked. It truly angered me that I let myself get intoxicated enough to lose my virginity to the one person I wanted to keep it away from, but that was just the story of my life. I hadn’t spoken to anyone since then, not wanting my headache to increase by staring at a phone screen. When Pam got home, she only tutted at me as a ‘told you so’ before proceeding to baby me for the entirety of Sunday. I hadn’t complained, not for a second. In her care, I almost forgot what it was like to be swarmed by my overbearing school body. Walking into school that Monday instantly shifted my mood. The overlapping conversations, the constant bumping into everyone, countless greetings I didn’t bother to return. I just rubbed my temples and sped down the hall. Almost at my locker, I heard a familiar voice call out to me. It was too familiar to ignore, so I turned to find Dina, standing at her locker with a friend. She whispered something to her companion, leading them to smile at us both and walk away. Her eyes assessed me as I approached her, leaning against her neighboring locker. She chuckled and crossed her arms. “Well, someone is still fucked up.”

“Yeah, I feel like shit,” I mumbled. “Is Ricky looking as bad as I am?”

“No,” Dina frowned in confusion. “He was nowhere near as drunk as you.”

Despite its protest, I snapped my head up to attention. “Huh? Yeah, he was. We were both shitfaced.”

“I’m telling you, (Y/N), Ricky was tipsy for, like, half an hour. He had been looking for you once he sobered up.”

My heart dropped to my stomach as my mouth dried up. Pushing myself off of the locker, I turned and walked away, my head too foggy to hear Dina calling after me. He can’t and won’t do that to you again, (Y/N). That’s what I told myself right before entering that party.

Well, he did. And he did so much worse.

Ricky wouldn’t do that without consent, right? He was so respectful towards me, he was patient with me.

He never was patient when it came to sex. That’s why I avoided him in the first place.

My breathing was labored, my vision was clouded by tears, my mind went haywire. Ricky raped me. I got drunk and I isolated myself in a room with him. A locked room. He knew what he was doing. As I passed the girls’ bathroom, I saw a familiar blur of curls, but my mind forced my legs to keep moving. I caught onto the last bit of what he was saying to me.

“-- doing okay? How are you feeling?” When I didn’t respond, he sighed. “Why is no one talking to me today…?”

Maybe it was his defeated tone, maybe it was the fact that I trusted him most, but without a second thought, I grabbed Stan by the wrist and dragged him around the corner. I led him under the stairs and stopped when we were consumed in darkness. I opened my mouth to tell him, but where do you even start with this? My hands flew to my mouth to muffle the broken sob that escaped. Stan stiffened at the sound before ducking his head to search my face. “(Y/N)? Hey, talk to me. What happened?”

“S-Stan, Stan, I… Me and Ricky had sex at his party.” I shakily whispered. His brows furrowed, and I noticed an eye twitch, but he slowly nodded for me to continue. “B-But… But I-I just t-talked to Dina and s-s-she said that Ricky wasn’t even drunk. I-It was just me, Stan, it was just me.”

“Shit, (Y/N)...” He whispered and let me fall into his chest. I always felt safe in Stan’s presence, in his arms, and he was usually who I turned to if I ever wanted to spill out my feelings to someone. “I-I’m so sorry… Hey, hey, do you wanna go home? I-I can take you home, Nugget.”

“No, I don’t wanna go home.” That was a lie, but Pam and David were sure to be notified if I had missed any classes.

“Well, then… tell me what to do. Do you want me to kick his ass? I’ll kick his ass for you, I swear to god, (Y/N)-”

“No, don’t fight him,” I sniffled. “He’ll beat the shit out of you.”

“Hey…”

“Sorry,” I hiccupped and let him brush my tears from my cheek ever so gently. “I’m so pissed… Like, that was my first time? I didn’t get to even consent to my first time?”

“You know, I heard that if you didn’t consent, it doesn’t count. So… you don’t have to worry about that.” Strangely, his awkward approach at comforting me was what prevented me from curling into myself and spiraling. That had been a gift of his.

Pulling away, I noticed a mark on his face. When I reached up and gently brushed my thumb across the bruise on his eye, he flinched back. “W-What happened to your eye?” When he hesitated, I knew immediately. His dad was home.

“Don’t worry about it,” He mumbled, holding my hand in his. “I just wanna worry about you right now… Because this whole situation is so fucked up. Are you sure you don’t want me to fight him?”

“Well, I want him to get hurt, but not by you.” I tried a smile, but it fell immediately. With a huff, Stan wrapped his arms around me yet again and pulled me against him, letting the sounds of our fellow peers take over.

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“As the temperature increases, if an atom loses one or more electrons, it becomes oxidized!” When Mr File realized his exclamation fell upon deaf ears, he faltered. “Uh… Yeah, okay. Goggles up. Bunsen burners on, and please, please, please, nobody burn down the school.”

Stan carefully watched me as I slapped my goggles onto my face. His hand held mine under the table, causing me to turn to him. “Hey, Nugget, I need to talk to Sydney. Are… you gonna be okay if I-”

“Go ahead.” I whispered, my eyes never leaving him. Ricky was only a table away, and I watched as Stan checked him before giving me a nod. When he turned around to talk to Syd, I felt unsafe. I felt exposed. I felt open to Ricky. My shoulders tensed as I took a deep breath, trying to focus on my work. I felt Stan’s hand on my shoulder as he leaned in close.

“I’ll be right back, I won’t leave you.”

“I know.” I nodded, allowing him to leave the table and follow Syd. My table mate asked if I could hand her the test tube with the blue liquid. I hoped to god she didn’t notice my hand trembling as I reached out to pick it up. Ricky was looking at me. I could feel it. His eyes bore into the side of my face and my hand wouldn’t stop shaking and my table mate was looking at me oddly and-

“Hey! Where are you-”

“Bathroom!”

The sudden exclamations from Sydney and Mr File snapped me out of my daze, my hand naturally letting go of the test tube. Both my classmate and I yelped as the liquid spilled across our table. We stood as our teacher quickly gathered paper towels.

“Shit, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I apologized profusely as I felt someone tug me away from the table. The gentle touch informed me that it was Stan and I was safe. He turned me to face him, and I felt hot tears prick the corners of my eyes.

“It’s okay, Miss (Y/L/N). Did any of it get on you?”

“Yes, it got all over me! I have to go!” The warm touch of Stan’s hands slid from my shoulders as I raced out of the classroom. I gasped aloud when I felt Ricky touch my arm.

“Babe, are you-”

“No!” I shouted at him, ripping the door open and dashing down the hall. My heart pumped in my ribcage as I flew down the stairs, hiding in the same place Stan and I were that morning. My knees pulled into my chest as my hands clutched my head.

Calm down, (Y/N)... Calm the fuck down. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts, (Y/N).

Memories of my dad, of Jacob, of Stan flashed through my mind. My dad and I engaging in a tickle fight. Jacob practically flinging me around his bedroom to the beat of his favorite song. Stan using his comb as a microphone, pointing to me as we belt out the lyrics to some 80’s song blasting throughout his bedroom. The flat of my chest wasn’t heaving as much as I leaned against the wall. I felt safe, I felt calm.

Then I felt a hand on my wrist.

Gasping out, my head snapped up and my gaze focused on Stan. His eyes were searching my face, his hand left my wrist, but hovered close. “Do you… want a hug…?”

I was safe again. “Please.”

The rest of my day consisted of ignoring Ricky and staying under Stan’s protection. I didn’t eat lunch, despite his insisting, I almost had two more panic attacks when Ricky found me alone, and my throat was sore from holding in sobs for hours. In the end, I made it. When I came home, I locked myself in my bedroom and called my dad. He wouldn’t have to know about everything, but it would have filled my heart with so much relief if I could at least hear his voice. The dial droned once, then twice, thrice, and a fourth time before it went to voicemail.

“Please leave a message at the tone.”

My tears spilled over once I heard the high-pitch beep. “D-Dad, hey… Uh, it’s (Y/N)... U-Um… I-I’m not having a good day today, and I know you’re probably hella busy, but I just… I really need to talk to you today. So, please call back as soon as you get this. Please. I-I love you.” And with a shaky breath, I hung up. Three soft knocks averted my attention to the door, where Jacob had just entered.

“Hey, Bug…”

“H-Hey…”

“Do you… maybe wanna watch some movies with me? Your pick.”

“That sounds really great, Jake, but not tonight. I’m just, uh… wanting to be alone.”

“I get it. Totally get it,” He nodded and backed out of my bedroom. “Just know that if you change your mind, I’m down the hall and very willing to drop everything.”

I only nodded as he closed the door. I hadn’t trusted myself enough to spend dinner with the family, so I laid in bed and tried my best to fall asleep. But it wouldn’t come. I was too occupied by my thoughts, too alert. It was honestly stressing me out to the point that I ironically began falling asleep once the sky faded into night. Just as my eyes drooped, I heard a soft tap on my window. I wanted to ignore it but it happened again. And again. And again until I heard a tap that could’ve cracked the window. Jumping up from my bed, I rushed over to find Stan. He had one hand full of small rocks, the other ready to launch. Of course, he stopped upon seeing my form at the window. He dropped the rocks and waved with both his hands. Softly chuckling, I slid my window up. “What?”

“Wanna go for a drive?” He loudly whispered.

“Hell yes.”

I didn’t realize how much I missed Stan until we were on that drive. With his windows down, soft rock music gracing our ears and the wind blowing in our hair, I was brought back to the summer. When we’d spend the day in this car, cruising around Brownsville. We had not a care in the world. We lived in bliss, only with each other for company. Selfish with each other’s time. I had him all to myself those days. As I looked over at him in that moment, I couldn’t help but grin. The curls on his forehead were now leaning with the wind as his fingers tapped to the beat of the song on the steering wheel. He looked so pretty like this, the moonlight kissing his pale skin just right. He was so beautiful and he didn’t even know it. He glanced at me from the corner of his eyes, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “W-What?”

“Nothing, just… I’m happy to be here.”

Later on, we parked in the middle of an empty grocery store parking lot. Reclining the seats all the way back, we let our legs drape outside the car window. In that moment, everything felt perfect. The sweet melody of Vanilla Skin rang throughout my ears as the sound of Stan’s lighter flicking accompanied the night critters’ chirping. This was everything I needed. Bloodwitch, a joint, and Stan by my side. It took us only twenty minutes for our highs to kick in, but this time, it was different. We weren’t stupidly laughing. It was comfortably quiet between us. I suppose we both had our own battles we were fighting that day because at the same time, we both inhaled deeply and soundly exhaled.

“Stan, why isn’t every guy like you?” I quietly asked. He looked over at me with furrowed brows.

“Huh?”

“I mean, why can’t they just be patient? And considerate? And just naturally sweet people? Why can’t they do something for a girl without wanting something else in return…?”

“Why can’t every girl be like you?” He sighed as I reached my arm in the air, fingers grazing the top of his car. “Why can’t they understand that I’m here to help?” He reached his hand up towards mine. “That I wanna help?” Our fingertips touched. “That I love helping?” And our fingers interlocked. Slowly, our joined hands rested in between our bodies, our heads simultaneously turning to each other.

“I don’t know… maybe we’re not meant to meet other people like ourselves…”

His mouth quirked up in a hesitant smile before he leaned closer. I met him in the middle in yet another kiss. I knew that after, we wouldn’t speak of this. We’d reset and go back to normal so that Stan could keep trying with Sydney. I knew he wasn’t mine, that I wasn’t his. But-

Just let me have this.

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xserpentlife · 5 years ago

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7 Months

Requested: Yes: Could you possibly do a reader x Sweet Pea? Where the reader is Reggie little sister and she's dating Sweet pea and he finds out? Maybe a little angsty and fluffy?

A/N: Thankyou to my favorite human and beta @wayward-river she helped me so much with this fic, so much so we actually co-wrote it. At first I had no inspiration and she helped me so much and gave me inspiration

Warning: a few fight scenes, guns scene from riverdale w/ archie.

You laid back against Sweet Pea as he mindlessly drew shapes on your arms while the TV played, you didn’t even remember what movie you had put in as your mind was in overdrive lately. Sweet Pea had won you over seven months ago. Seven months of pure happiness yet no one knew.

“Pea?”

“Hmm pretty girl?”

“Do you care that no one knows?” You picked at your nails as you stared at the wall in front of you. His hands stopped moving.

“No.” he paused as his hands started to draw circles again. “Do I wish I could take you out and show you off? Yeah, I hate that I have to pretend that I don’t know you at school-” His words were cut off as the trailer door began opening, you jumped forward as you tried to scramble to run to the bathroom but it was too late, neither of you had any warning as Fangs and Toni waltzed into the small living room.

Fangs and Toni stood as they stared at the both of you mouths agape. “What, how, when?” It seems like Fangs couldn’t even form a full sentence.

You ducked your head as you gave a small wave.

“Guys do you uh know…”

“Y/N Mantle… yeah we do.”

“Cool everyone knows everyone.” Sweet Pea tried his best to play everything off.

“Nu-uh, how long have you two lovebirds been cuddled up.”

“First off Fogarty, how weird are you? Second uh, well...”

“Seven months.” You finished for him as you glanced a look up.

“You kept a secret from me for seven months?”

“Fangs I had to.”

“I asked him too, you uh both know who my older brother is… and we’d appreciate it if he doesn’t find out… yet.”

Toni folded her arms across her chest “How do we know this isn’t some ploy you and your southside hating brother has come up with?”

“She would never do that Toni, and I love you like a sister but don’t ever talk to her like that, she is nothing like her idiot brother”

“Pea!”

“Sorry babe, but it’s true…”

“I know, but you don’t have to say it out loud” you pushed him slightly, a chuckle coming out of him, and the smile that made you fall so quick. “Do you guys wanna watch the movie with us?”

“Yes!”

“Fangs chill you’re like a lost puppy”

“Pea be nice!”

“Sorry they interrupted our cuddle sesh and I don’t appreciate it, but you guys can stay cause y/n offered” You drug him to the couch sitting down throwing your legs over his lap and cuddled into his side as Toni took the chair and Fangs leaned up against the side while sitting on the floor.

After a few hours of you mainly sleeping on the side of the couch, Sweet Pea had decided to take you home, you had tried to protest, telling him you’d just stay over but he wouldn’t risk it without a good cover, normally he’d want to piss off the older Mantle but looking at you he just wanted to protect your happiness.

Sweet Pea pulled his truck to the side of the road a block away from your house, he never chanced taking the bike when he wanted to take you home. You shivered as you slid across the seat to kiss him goodnight.

Goosebumps erupted on your arms as his hands rubbed up and down them. “Babe you’re freezing.” Sweet Pea reached into the back pulling out one of his flannels.

You took the flannel not even thinking about where you were headed. It was warm and smelled like him. Woodsy smoke and vanilla, almost like how your clothes smell after a bonfire. You leaned forward placing a quick peck to his cheek. “I’ll text you when I’m behind the enemy lines.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes as he gently pushed you out of the truck, watching you until you turned the corner, he never told you but he’d always inch the truck up slowly, making sure he made as little noise as possible to make sure you made it into your house safely.

You let out a content sigh as you walked into your house. Both of your parents' cars were gone, you thought you were pretty safe until you looked up into the questioning eyes of your older brothers.

“Hey Reg, what up bro?”

“What are you wearing?”

You looked down at yourself, your mind trying to calm you down. “Uhm a flannel?”

“You don’t wear flannels, I don’t wear flannels, and it looks a little big on you so I’d say that flannel belongs to a boy.”

You threw your hands up in mock surrender. “Oh you got me, it’s Jake’s we went for Pops and then went to the park and it’s chilly, he was a perfect gentleman. You should be proud at least one of your bulldogs has class.

Reggie watched you as you hurried up the stairs. He wasn’t quite sure if he believed you. You had been acting shady lately and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

You had texted Sweet Pea after school and had been around him and Fangs all afternoon. It was getting pretty late but you hadn’t wanted to go home so you decided to walk with them to the small convenience store for some popcorn and candy for the movie night you had planned, your parents and Reggie thinking you were in Greendale at a friends house.

You walked beside them for a while until you focused on what looked like Archie tagging the side of a building. “What the fuck is he doing?”

At this point both boys had seen what had captured your attention. Sweet Pea and Fangs headed over.

“Hey what the hell are you doing?”

Archie glanced over, “Back off I’m not here for you.”

“Oh yeah? Then whose this message for huh?” Sweet Pea got closer as he shoved Archie.

Archie tried to move forward both Fangs and Sweet Pea stopped him. “This is Serpent Territory you can’t just come here and tag our turf, so why don’t you get your ass back to the Northside, before somebody gets hurt.”

Your eyes flickered back and forth between the two boys wildly. Why couldn’t both sides just get along?

“Get out of my way, or someone will get hurt.”

You had never heard Archie talk like that before. Why was he being like this?

At his words Sweet Pea pushed you back behind him farther as Fangs stepped over blocking your view entirely.

“You just made a big mistake.”

You could hear the click of Sweet Peas switchblade, you looked to the ground as your heart raced.

At this point everything was eerily silent. Until Sweet Pea and Fangs started backing up, Sweet Peas hands behind him making sure he wouldn’t run into you and you were still behind him protected and out of view.

“WHO MADE A MISTAKE!”

What was Archie on?

“C’mon let's go!” Sweet Pea turned making sure he was still blocking you as he mouthed the word run.

You never took Sweet Pea lightly so when he mouthed that with the worried look in his eyes you gave a slight nod as you tried to run away with them as silently as you could.

You stopped a few blocks away.

“What-did oh my goodness.” You put your hands on your knees as you bent down. Sweet Pea laid his hand on your back.

“Hey breathe, we’re okay. Everyone is okay.”

You listened to the sound of his voice as you took a few breaths, standing back up you assessed Sweet Pea. “Are..are you okay?”

“Me? Baby I’m good. I promise.” He paused as he looked to Fangs. “That redhead on the other hand, he’s in for it.”

You spent the rest of the night wrapped in Sweet Peas arms, he seemed to hold onto you just a little tighter.

Ever since the other night you didn’t like being away from Sweet Pea for very long and it had been a few days, you paced back and forth in your room trying to decide what to do. Your decision was made for you when you pulled out your found and hit his name. Instantly calming when you heard him answer.

“Hey babe can I come over?”

“Yeah, of course, I need to run out with Toni and Fangs though...Serpent stuff is happening”

“Be safe okay?”

“Of course princess, always gotta come home to you plus you’re waiting there for me, even more reason, I love you and I’ll see you in a bit”

You waited for a while, the last time you checked your watch an hour had gone by, an hour turned into two and two into two and a half, it drew the line for you. You were about to leave to go to the Wyrm terrified beyond belief of what could have happened to him. Pea was your world constantly making you smile when no one else could. You grabbed one of his hoodies and your keys about to walk out the door when it slammed open, you jumped back and grabbed the bat next to the counter, you shut your eyes ready to swing until you heard his voice.

“Baby it’s me!”

“Sorry I thought…” You looked up to a bloody and bruised Sweet Pea standing in front of you “What the fuck happened to you”

“There was a fight” You ran up to him placing a hand on his cheek as he leaned into you

“Go sit on the couch baby and I’ll get the washcloth and med box”

“Just come sit with me, just wanna have you close” You looked at him wanting so bad to help him clean up but you knew more than ever that right now all he wanted was you, so you helped him sit and then laid our head across his lap as he leaned down into your touch as your fingers raked through his hair and his moved up and down your leg.

“Tell me what happened, I wanna know Pea, Who did it to you Pea”

“Baby it’s not important…”

“Pea tell me…”

“I can’t”

“Pea. You promised me no secrets. We’re in this together.”

“Fine, it was your brother”

“My brother!” you sat straight up the news shocking you more than anything

“Did you just say my brother did this to you! I’m gonna kill him” You got up grabbing your keys, running out of the house. Pea tried to stop you before you could leave but he barely made it to the last step when you peeled out of the driveway.

You barged into your house slamming the door behind you, silently thankful that your parents were away on a business trip. You ran to the stairs yelling up, imaging Reggie was up there cleaning up his face. “Reginald!”

“Y/N what the fuck are you yelling about” you watched him come down the stairs, dabbing at his eyebrow with a washcloth. You walked up shoving him back

“What the fuck is wrong with you! I can’t fucking believe you”

“What…”

“Like fuck Reggie, I just don’t understand what goes through your fucking... “ Before you could get another word out the door behind you opened, and you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N leave it, it’s fine”

“No Pea it’s not fucking fine”

“What the fuck are you doing here snake, get the fuck out of my house”

“He doesn’t have to leave Reggie, you don’t have the fucking authority to make him, so stop while your fucking ahead or I won’t hesitate to make you bleed form your other eyebrow got it”

“y/n why the fuck are you defending him!”

“Because he’s my fucking boyfriend”

“I’m sorry what!”

“As in I am dating him”

“Yeah, I got that part, what the fuck do you mean you’re dating him!”

“Y/N just drop it, you’re never gonna change his opinion”

“Don’t fucking talk for her snake!” You watched Reggie barrel towards Sweet Pea, you stepped in front of him, quickly being knocked down by Reggie in the process.

“y/n I’m sorry!” Reggie stared at you as Pea reached down checking you out and helping you up, he whispered asking if you were all right before kissing the side of your head

“This is what happens Reggie! You care more about where someone comes from and how they are seen than who they are. Sweet Pea is a good guy, he takes care of me”

“There is no fuckin way he could do that Y/N, I’m sorry I pushed you, but he is a fucking snake, he’s in a fucking gang, I mean he fights people! He does bad shit, ask anyone! The Sheriff, Archie, anyone will tell you they are bad people”

“The ‘they’ you talk about…” Pea grabbed your hand speaking up.

“Listen we don’t have to agree on much, but I won’t let you drag her away from me. I love your sister, I protected her when we got a fucking gun pulled on us because of your dumbass of a best friend, , and I will prot…”

“Wait You were there when Archie went!”

“You knew Archie went to the Southside to pull a fucking gun!’

“No I didn’t know he pulled the gun til after the fact, but why didn’t you fucking tell me”

“Guess we both have that question for each other”

“How did he not know you were there, did he see you!”

“He didn’t see me… I was hanging out with Pea and some of our friends when they caught him tagging the wall, none of us expected him to pull a gun, Pea pushed me behind him to protect me”

Reggie looked between the both of you and then down to your hands that were intertwined. “You, uh.” You watched him take a breath, almost like he was preparing himself for something.

“You uh protected her? Before yourself?”

“Yeah?”

Reggie looked skeptical, “Why?”

“I love her, I’d protect her from anything. I hate seeing her upset and hurt and it’s been hard for her keeping this from you,”

“Did you decide that?” Reggie crossed his arms cutting Sweet Pea off.

“No, I didn’t.”

Reggie looked at you then. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I love you Reg, but you don’t see what I see and I know you take the brunt of mom and dad so maybe that’s why you have this built up hatred but I love Sweet Pea, I was scared to tell you because I didn’t want this to happen.” You motioned in between the both of them.

“Well he showed up looking for a fight.”

You scoffed. “Andrews pulled a gun. He had it coming.”

Reggie sighed. “Look, I can’t tell you I like this...I don’t but if you are happy... I can try. Don’t expect us to be friends though.”

You nodded your head as you wrapped your brother in a hug.

“That's all I ask. Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get out of here before mom and dad get home, there’s been enough excitement for one night.”

You grabbed Sweet Pea as you headed back out the door.

“I know that’s not how you pictured him finding out, but I’m glad it’s out now.”

You smiled as you stood on your tiptoes placing a kiss onto his cheek. “Yeah, me too.”

Sweet Pea gave a soft smile. “You staying with me tonight baby girl?”

“Yeah let’s go home.”

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youralternantpersonality · 4 years ago

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Bet

Embry x Reader: Bet

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Embry’s POV

Y/n/n and I have been dating since sophomore year and we were tight as ever. When she moved to La Push in middle school, I had the biggest crush on her. She made friends instantly and sometime, her friends would point me out if I was looking for too long. I turn away as fast as I could without getting caught. I couldn’t help myself. I looked at her the same way I have always looked at her…amaze, admiration, stars trucked, as if she was a breath of fresh air and clean untouched water by humans.

She was slightly competitive (not as bad as Paul, but not as lighthearted as Quil) and tended to say “Bet” when she wanted to prove something; if she was angry, sad, in an actual bet, anything really. I remember the first interaction I had with her. Freshman year, there was a party in Forks and a few kids on the Res decided to crash it. Jake, Quil, and I decided to head over, unknowing to me, so did Y/n and her two friends Natahli and Jerilly. And like most parties, there was games—truth or dare, spin the bottle, beer pong, all of that. And of course, Quil and Jake dragged me into spin the bottle. Which is where I run into Y/n. I could see Quil trying to hold back a laugh, and so was Natahli?

Anyways, we sit and play the game. And like some force or universal divine being, she spun the bottle, and it landed on me. I damn nearly shat in my pants when I saw what was happening.

“What’cha waiting for Em! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Jake started as everyone else followed.

“Let’s make it better! Seven Minutes in Heaven!” Jerilly said out loud. Everyone laughed and agreed. Her friends and mine picked us up and rushed us to the closet nearby. A girl who started the game had a timer and we were pushed in.

“So…”

“Look, I know this might be weird-” I said.

“You don’t have to do this if-” She said at the same time. We were silent and looked up at each other. A few seconds later a smile was on her face and by instant reaction, it was on mine. Soon followed by a quiet laugh. It was dark, so I couldn’t see her next move, but I heard her take a deep breath and I felt her closer to me. Instantly, as if it was a natural habit, my hands went to her waist to keep her close to me. Both of our breathing was hard and staggering. Normally, I don’t make assumptions, but this time was different. I wanted to take my shot and branch out from the comfort-zone I am used to.

So, I pulled her closer to where our nose was touching. Her arms wrapped around my neck and when she nodded her head, I kissed her. It was soft yet powerful. She kissed me back instantly and we both smiled. I couldn’t say we were full blown making out, but I can say that we both were a more confident kissing and smiling at one another in the closet. And as if everyone thought we were doing something more, the door sprung open and a flash went off.

“Awe…I thought it was something more.” A random girl said. Y/n laughed and hid her face in my neck. Her friends were screaming in excitement and we all walked out. We stayed a little while longer, watching Quil get his first kiss with some girl named Jessica and Jake playing rock paper scissors with a guy he landed on. Who ever won, got a beer and we had to play bets on one of them. The other guy won and after that, we went home. Y/n and I exchanged numbers and I already asked and planned our first date.

“So…” I said,

“So…” she said with a smile,

“Would you like to go out with me? I mean, I know we just, you know, kiss, but I don’t want you to feel like, you know, bad or like you have to. ‘Cause you don’t! You don’t have to! I would like to, but if you want to, which you can choose not to, we can go out sometime? Maybe?” I said all in one breath. She laughed and just nodded her head.

“Yes Embry, I’d love to go out with you.”

“Holy shit, really?”

“Yes!” she laughed, and I could do nothing but smile, pick her up and swing her around. Her laugh grew and like it was a habit I was used to doing, I kissed her again. She kissed me back.

“You know, a girl can get used to this?”

“Well, just wait until I take you out, then you’ll see what you’re in for.” I said, face-palming myself. “That came out weirder than it sounds in my head. I mean you’ll have fun; I promise.” I said smiling.

“Bet.”

Now…now everything is different. Everything has changed for the worse. I hate it completely and I want her in my life so badly, but I can’t risk it. I can’t risk losing her physically because of my anger. Emily may have made it out alive, but that doesn’t mean Y/n would if something was to ever happen.

Your POV

I was worried sick about Embry. I had called, texted, and showed up at his doorstep to see what was wrong. His mom was just as worried as I was. She knows that if there was anyone who would know where Embry is or what was wrong with him, it would be me. Or, at least, it should have been.

I’ve been in love with him since middle school. And my insecurities always got the best of me; it was exactly this that scared the shit out of me. I told him my worries one night and, like the amazing boyfriend he is, he reassured me that nothing bad was going to happen.

Well, I think he still is my boyfriend. At this point it has been a month and I received no response. I decided that I was going to make one last attempt (and fully follow through with this this time) to reach out to him and if he doesn’t respond, then we’re done. Just the thought of it made me sick to my stomach and made me want to curl up in my bed and cry for days.

After school I told Natahli and Jerilly that I was going to do my last attempt and like the true best friends they are, they gave me the “bitch, do we look stupid to you” face. They supported me always, but they knew how much it means to me. They understood, they were just pissed (if not more) that Embry was doing this to me. Hell, Jerilly was ready to put her softball practice into motion by knocking his knees—if I wasn’t such a hostile person, I’d be up for the game. But now was not the time to be thinking about that. Now is the time to get answers I deserve.

My nervousness showed and Natahli and Jerilly force volunteered to come with. Me in the passenger’s seat praying that we can work this out and attempting to calm my nerves and not burst into tears. As we were on our way to his house, Natahli sees him with a few of the other guys from school walking out towards the forest. As I watched him, I noticed a big change in him. He was shirtless, grew at least a foot taller, chopped off his hair, and got a fucking tattoo. This is the boy who fucking HATES needles and gets a tattoo after puberty hit him like an 18-wheeler. Without a second thought, Natahli and Jerilly pull over and jump out of the car while I am still frozen solid inside.

“Hey ass hat! Mind telling us why suddenly you can’t acknowledge your girlfriend?!” Natahli screams. It instantly gets mine and their attention. They all turn around and I’m shocked even more. Not sure how he became more beautiful, but hot damn, he succeeded at that. I look over and I see Jerilly brought her bat. I jump out and run up to my psychotic friends confused for a second but that turned into anger as soon as I saw Embry as he rolled his eyes and walked away. Fuck this.

“What the fuck Em!? You want to tell me why you turned on me? Why suddenly your backwards ass decided to just leave?!” I yell. He pauses for a second then replies.

“Go home Y/n. and stop calling me. Stop coming over. Stop all of it.” He says in his calm yet pissed voice that he only ever used when he is extremely pissed. Oh. Hell. No.

“Excuse me!” Jerilly said.

“What the fuck you mean go home! Can I at least know WHY you’re not yourself anymore?! Don’t you think I at least deserve that! After all this time we’ve been together!” I yell at the top of my lungs only a few feet away.

“It doesn’t matter. Go. Home. Now.” He says, only this time he growled at me. Paul Lahote stepped up behind him to block me from him. Jerilly had the bat up to his neck.

“Move son of a bitch or I’m playing softball with your head.” I can feel the tears forming in my eyes and as much as I hate to say it, at this point, I’m begging for him to at least look at me.

“Please Embry! Tell me what’s going on! Did I do something!? Say something!? What the hell did I-”

“I don’t love you anymore!” he says with his back still facing me. For a second, my breath stopped, time came to a halt, and I could feel my heart tearing as my throat being squeezed with maximum pressure.

“Wh-what?” I say in a low voice in disbelief.

“I said, I. Don’t. Love. You. Anymore. Go home Y/n and stay the fuck away from me. No one wants you here,” he says and turns around to look at me, “especially me…” he says. Looking dead into my eyes and all I could do was look back at him. In a quick second, I felt a force, as if someone had pushed me. Where normally I would see a bright future together, in an instant second, all of that crumbled. I was confused, yes. But I was pissed.

Embry’s POV

A lie, I thought to myself. All of this was a lie. I had to lie to the one person that will forever hold my heart. It would kill me to hurt her physically and, as shady as this is, if she wasn’t my imprint. I couldn’t risk it; I couldn’t take that chance. If I was to find my imprint while with her, it would kill me even more. I just couldn’t do it. So instead, I lied.

“I don’t love you anymore!” I roared at her. Trying to keep my composure. Although I was the most “sensitive” of the pack, I had the most control of my shifting—faster than the other guys; even Sam.

“Wh-what?” her voice cracked; I could smell saltwater—her tears. This killed me every second, but it was a risk I needed to take. I look up at Sam and he can see the pain on my face as I tried my best to keep my composure and voice from failing me. Apparently, I succeeded…unfortunately.

“I said, I. Don’t. Love. You. Anymore. Go home Y/n and stay the fuck away from me. No one wants you here,” I tell her as I turn around to face her, “especially me…” I finish my sentence off, but regret everything that millisecond afterwards. I looked dead into her eyes and was hit like a wrecking ball. I saw a vision and an explosion of love, happiness, and eternity with this woman. My heart skipped a beat and I felt just as complete, if not more, with her than I did before.

But before I could respond. Before I could even enjoy this feeling. Before I could even acknowledge the fact that she was my imprint, she hit me with reality quickly. Her face said it all. All the pain, tears, agony disappeared, and hate, hurt, and disappointment took its place. I fucked up. Because the last thing she said to me that day, was the day I knew if I don’t win her back it would literally be life or death with me. That day was the day that I have ever felt deep pain, the day I knew I lost my eternity. The day I lost Y/n.

“Bet.” It was then I knew, I would have to work hard to win her back. I wanted to chase after her, but I was stuck and in shock. I could feel the eyes of the pack watching me watch her and her friends walk away from me. When I snapped out of it, I tried running to her, but was stopped by Paul and Sam. I screwed up, but somehow, I was going to fix it.

And I was willing to bet on that.

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bbyboybrock--archived · 5 years ago

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Face Down (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: Based on the song Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. You can listen to the song before, after, or while reading.

Do you feel like a man? When you push her around? Do you feel better now, as she falls to the ground?

Written: 2020

Word Count: 2,371

Warnings: swearing, abusive relationship, domestic violence, Brennen Taylor

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“Change your outfit. We’re hanging out with my friends, not going on a date.” He stands behind me and touches my waist gently. I almost flinch. He hasn’t touched me softly like that in a while, I almost forgot how it feels.

“Sorry Brennen, I wasn’t thinking.” I kiss his cheek before squeezing past him back into the closet.

The fact that Brennen is taking me out to hang out with his friends without me asking is a miracle. I don’t want to do anything to upset him. Normally, when I bring up the topic of me joining him or inviting his friends to our place he gets mad. It’s my fault, I should just mind my own business. So when Brennen came home earlier and told me that his friends were having a party and that he was taking me with him, I stayed on my best behavior.

There wasn’t much to change. I just switched into another pair of jeans and a looser tee-shirt. While looking in the mirror, I figured that my lipstick was too dark for my outfit and wipe it off. I just put on lipstick instead. If I take too long, Brennen will change his mind.

In complete honesty, I’ve been in the house for the past week. I was stuck in bed for the first few days. But it’s fine, Kobe has been keeping me company. Brennen was off filming with Jake and doing who knows what else. I just stayed and worked on my videos and posted up seen photoshoot photos. When Brennen came home, we’d watch movies and eat. He was the nicest he’s been in a while.

“Y/N, let’s go!” Brennen calls from the living room. I quickly grab my backpack and run out the door.

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I’m standing in the backyard of the “KRAC” house talking with all the girlfriends. I haven’t seen them in months. I talk to them everyone once in a while in the group chat. Other than that, I see them maybe once a month. Every once in a while, my eyes find Brennen and make sure he’s having a good time and not drinking too much. It’s hard to get him to calm down when he gets worked up.

I feel someone tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see Colby holding a drink in his hand and smiling. I don’t remember the last time I saw Colby in person. He was the one who introduced me to Brennen. There was a time where Colby would be over at Brennen’s nearly every day and then one day he just stopped. We don’t even really talk either. I miss him, but Brennen said that seeing us together made Colby sad. But I knew that it also made Brennen mad. To keep both to them happy, I just don’t talk to him anymore. But I miss what we used to have.

Without thinking, I hug Colby. He wraps his arms around my sides and squeezes. I take in a sharp breath and Colby lets go. I place my hands on my side to somehow soothe the pain. Colby’s eyes widen for a second like he broke me.

“It’s fine Colbs. I spilled water in the kitchen and then Kobe started running around. When I get to get him, I slipped on the water and hit the counter. I’m fine, I promise.” I watch as Colby’s surprised reaction changes into something unrecognizable. His jaw clenches and his fist tightens, but only for a second.

It wasn’t a complete lie. I did hit the counter in the kitchen. Brennen shoved me during an argument that we had over a photoshoot that I did a few days earlier. It was my fault. Brennen was drinking and he had told me earlier that he didn’t want me wearing the clothes that I wore in the photoshoot. I didn’t listen, and as I said, he was drunk. It was an accident. He promised it wouldn’t happen again. And it hasn’t. He loves me.

“Hey ladies, do you mind if I steal Y/N away for a little bit? I haven’t seen her in a while and I want to catch up. I promise to bring her back so you can continue to do whatever it is that girls do.” Colby is smiling again. The girls smile and wave us off. Colby grabs my hand and drags me back into the house. I turn around to check on Brennen one last time. He was talking to Reggie and Sam and laughing, I’m glad he’s having a good time.

Colby leads me to a couch and we both plop down.

“How are things going Brock?” I ask after taking a sip of my soda. I don’t drink much anymore. Brennen hates when I get drunk, he says I get sloppy.

“Things are great actually. I’m still single, but I am very much okay with that. My career is going well. Enough about me. How have you been, Y/N?” Colby’s eyes soften. He scans my face for something, I don’t know what.

“I’m fine. Busy with YouTube, you know how that goes. I’ve been teaching Kobe tricks, but that’s not going well. What—?” Colby’s hand reaches for my face. He rubs his thumb over my cheek and he frowns. I smack his hand away and watches as his fist tightens again. I quickly touch the spot on my face that he rubbed. The make is still there. There’s a bruise there, but it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Brennen got mad over a week ago because I saw that he was texting another girl and the texts looked a little suspicious. Again, it was my fault. I should have minded my own business.

“Sorry, I thought you had something on your face. Don’t worry, your makeup is fine. Are you sure you’re okay? You know you can tell me anything.” He has that look of concern on his face again. His eyebrows are furrowed but his eyes are soft.

“Everything is—” I stop talking when I fell someone’s hand go around my arm. I don’t have to turn around to know that it’s Brennen. He yanks he up so I’m standing next to him. Colby stands up and stands next to me.

“Let go of her Brennen,” Colby says quietly. I think he’s trying not to call attention to the situation. But I don’t think anybody else is in here. Or maybe it’s because he’s close to my ear. He doesn’t put his hand on me.

“Mind your own fucking business, Colby. It’s late and we’re going home.” Brennen tightens his grip on my arm.

“Maybe you should ask Y/N if she wants to go home. Are you ready to go home Y/N?” Colby speaks softly to me and puts his hand on my should. Colby looks like he’s ready to fight. Brennen tugs me to get Colby’s hand off of me. If I don’t do something, they’re going to get in a fight.

“It’s— I’m tired, so we’re going to go home now. Let’s go home, babe.” I say as I feel tears start to form in my eyes.

“You heard her, Brock. We’re leaving.” Brennen tugs me one last time and drags me out of the party. I quietly turn around and signal for Colby to stay there and wave goodbye.

Brennen finally lets go of me when we walk out of the door. He’s pissed and I have no idea how I’m going to calm him down.

“What’s wrong baby?” I ask softly as I follow after him. Brennen stops suddenly and I bump into him.

“You know what you fucking did. I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from him.” He says as he turns around. His voice is unwavering. It’s giving me chills.

“I— I forgot. He’s our friend, I didn’t think anything of it. I haven’t seen any of our friends in a long time. I thought—”

“Is that why you got all dressed up tonight? For him?” Brennen inches closer and places his hand around my neck, gently applying pressure.

“No, I wasn’t thinking. We haven’t gone out of the house in a while I—” He finally applies pressure and starts to cut off my air supply. I try to fight back to get him off of me, tears streaming down my face.

“Don’t lie to me, you fucking whore. I could tell you were flirting with him.” Brennen finally let’s go and drop to the ground, gasping for air. I watch as Brennen searches for something in his pockets.

“Brennen, baby, let me drive. You drank a little. Let me drive and you can take a nap in the car. And then we can talk when we get home.” I get up and try to get the keys from him.

“I’m not drunk! Don’t you get it, Y/N? I love you so fucking much. I stayed sober tonight so that I could key an eye on you. I love you and then you go around and do this shit to me. What do I have to do to get you to understand? Do I have to knock some sense into you?” He starts walking towards me and softly hitting me.

“Brennen stop, please. I love you, I would never do that to you. Just let me drive us home.” I don’t know what I said to piss him off even more, but with one swift smack, Brennen knocks me face down in the dirt.

Dirt is sticking to my face but I don’t get up for a second. It takes me a few seconds to process what just happened. I don’t know what’s gotten into Brennen, but he’s never been this angry. He might seriously hurt me this time.

“Did you get it through your thick skull now, bitch? I’m like this because I love you. I’m doing all of this protect you and the sooner you realize that, the less it’s going to hurt.” Brennen crouches down and strokes my hair.

“This doesn’t hurt,” I mumble. I don’t know what’s come over me. It’s like all of the pent up rage from the past two years is finally coming to the surface. It’s fight or flight time and for once, I’m ready to fight. Because this, this isn’t love. Normally, Brennen says that he loves me after he’s calmed down a bit, never while he’s gotten mad and hurt me. This is not love.

“What did you say?” Brennen says ask he grabs a fist full of my hair to pull my head up.

“I said, ’this doesn’t hurt!’ I’ve finally had enough, Brennen! I’m sick and tired of this. Just please stop, because this isn’t what’s hurting me. This. Doesn’t. Hurt.” Brennen drops my head and stands up.

“That didn’t hurt? Maybe this will teach you not to talk back!” Brennen delivers a hard, swift kick to my abdomen causing me to scream out in pain. The combination of the scream and the kick makes it hard for me to breathe.

“Brennen, stop!” I yell as I see he’s going to do it again.

I brace myself for another kick but it doesn’t come. I open my eyes to see that Colby pulled him off.

“What the fuck!” Brennen yells when he realizes what happened. Brennen swings once to get Colby off of him and punches him in the face.

Colby lets go and stands in between us with his back towards me.

“I thought I told you to mind your business?” Brennen asks as he gets closer to Colby. Colby just pushes him back.

“What are you going to do? Beat the shit out of me like you were your girlfriend?” Colby pushes Brennen again.

“Fuck off, Colby!” Brennen says before trying to punch him again. This time Colby manages to hit Brennen first, knocking him back.

“Does it make you feel like a man? Huh? Do you feel like a man when you push her around? You have your own personal punching bag to use whenever you please. Do you feel better now that she’s one the ground? Answer me you piece of shit!” Colby tackles Brennen to the ground and starts hitting him. Colby’s on top of him, not allowing him to get up.

“Colby, stop!” I yell as I sit up

I see everyone from the party rush outside to see what’s happening. Kevin and Aryia pull Colby off of Brennen. The girls all huddle around me and help me up.

“I’m fine, get Y/N out of here,” Colby says as he wipes his face.

“Can someone tell us what the hell is going on first?” Sam asks.

As I start walking past Brennen, he starts to get up and I jump. Kat puts her arm around me while Tara and Xepher stand in between us.

“Stay down, Brennen or I swear to God I’ll beat the shit out of you. As long as I’m alive, you’ll never lay another finger on Y/N. Do you understand me?” Kevin and Aryia move over Brennen to keep him down while Jake and Sam move next to Colby just in case.

“Okay bro, why don’t you and the girls go inside? We can take over.” Jake says surprisingly. I can’t tell that he’s pissed too, and Jake rarely gets pissed.

Colby looks at Brennen one more time before joining us back to the house. When I finally see Colby in the light I see that Brennen got him good with the one punch he landed. Colby has a fat lip and a big red mark on his jaw. He has blood on his hand but I can’t tell if that’s from him or Brennen.

“I’m sorry, Colby.” I choke out. He got hurt because of me.

“Hey, you don’t have to cry. And you don’t have to apologize for anything, this wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry that I didn’t step in sooner. I promise that he’ll never lay a single finger on you as long as I’m here.” Colby says as he gently wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.

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starrynite7114 · 5 years ago

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A/N: My lovelies! I hope you all don’t hate me too much after the previous chapter. I do not think you will like me very much for this update, but at least I’m updating regularly, right?! <3

Honestly, I just want to thank you all. It’s been difficult lately and this has been my outlet for everything that has been going on. I’m truly honored that you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it.

The update is pretty long, hope you all enjoy this update. Next one should be up by the end of the week!

Love you all!

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EZ shook his head as he watched Angel make out with some club hangaround. This was a familiar sight at this point. Ever since you left 4 months ago, Angel has been on a binge however, it wasn’t always like that.

At first, Angel had hope you were coming back. He frequently checked his cell phone to check if you had messaged him or anything, but it was radio silence. Still, Angel kept the faith you were gonna come home, to him. But then you changed your number and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Angel completely changed.

He fucked any woman with legs around the clubhouse and Vicky’s. It was like Angel slept with all these women to spite you, that somehow, someway it would get back to you that he was sleeping around.

Right after he fucked these girls, he would be at his apartment drinking himself to oblivion. EZ stayed with Angel at his apartment to assure that his older brother wouldn’t choke on his own vomit or something. It was a vicious fucking cycle.

Yet, Angel still performed his club duties when he had too. When his duties at the club were fulfilled, his vicious cycle began. Bishop and Taza wanted to interfere, but they were letting Angel let it out. They knew he would eventually get over it.

No, they didn’t think Angel would move on, but they knew he eventually would snap out of this stupor and look for you. When that time came, they would let him do that just so they could get the old Angel back.

“Prospect,” Coco called out. “Shit, my bad, you ain’t a prospect no more.” Coco smirked. “Habits die hard.”

EZ looked over at Coco who was sitting right in front of him. “Sorry man, what can I get you?”

“Beer,” looking at where EZ was looking, he let out a sigh. “We need to find her, she’s had enough time to find herself.”

“You think she’s just trying to find herself?”

Coco nodded his head. “Yeah man, Chucky forgot to mention that he had seen Y/N leaving the clubhouse upset a month prior she left. Did some investigating on the club cameras and it was the day Adelita let us know she was pregnant.”

“And? Angel ain’t the father.” Gilly joined in the conversation as he grabbed himself a beer.

“Yes, but if she saw them together, she may have assumed.” Coco took a swig of his beer, moving so that his back was towards Angel. “He’s barely functioning.”

“You guys still have no leads to where she could be at?” All three of them have been trying to find you, but they had to admit, you were good at hiding. Rafael wouldn’t even budge. They didn’t threaten the guy, but they were so close to doing it. He obviously knew where you were, but they couldn’t fault his loyalty. Their patience was wearing thin though.

“Her sister won’t budge too and she honestly scares me,” EZ admitted, making the two men laugh.

“Yeah, she’s a number too,” Coco agreed. “She would never give up her sister and she seemed pissed off as fuck when Angel even came by. That’s why I know Y/N thinks Angel is having a baby with Adelita, the letter said it itself.”

“What?” Gilly never read the letter, but Coco and EZ did.

“In her letter, she said something about Angel having a family and she was happy for him.” Coco was your confidant in the MC. You were close to him, not as close as you were to Angel, but you confided in him when you had your troubles with Angel. That was why you running wasn't exactly a surprise, but he didn’t think you would ever be able to leave Angel. And to be honest, he was upset you cut him off. From what he understood, you still spoke to Leticia, but it was to check on her and even sent her money every once in a while to help out. He wished you didn’t cut everyone off, but he understood.

At least for now.

“I know, but Coco said it’s no big deal.” Leticia said into her phone as she walked in the clubhouse, Coco’s food order in hand. “Y/N,” she paused realizing her mistake. Quickly her eyes went wide as Coco stood up watching as Angel’s attention moved to Letty. “Let me call you back, I still have homework to finish.”

“Did you just say her name?” Angel questioned as he stood up, pushing the girl off his lap.

“Yes, I was talking to a friend of mine about Y/N cause she used to help me with my computer, whenever it crashed.” Letty cooly lied. “It just crashed so I need to use the computer at the front office, is that cool Bishop?” She turned to Bishop, hoping her explanation would suffice.

“Of course,” Bishop nodded his head, smelling the lie.

“You don’t do your homework, isn’t that why you have detention on the daily,” Angel could sniff the lie, but he knew he couldn’t interrogate Coco’s kid. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not, I have no reason to lie to you.”

“You have every reason to do so, you were always loyal to her.” Angel whispered the last word of his sentence. The ache came when the slight thought of you entered his mind. It was the reason that alcohol had become his confidant, the pain went away whenever it coursed through his system.

“I was, still am, but I’m not sure what this has to do with my phone call about homework.” Coco had to applaud his daughter. When she was committed to a lie, she was all out.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, you’ve been contacting her under our noses, the least you can do is give me her fucking number.”

Angel stepped towards Letty, she wasn’t standing down. Coco got in between them, shaking his head.

“Don’t even fucking think about it. My kid said it wasn’t Y/N. That’s the end of that.” Coco turned to Letty. “Let’s go, I’ll stay with you while you do your homework.” He turned back to Angel. “I’m gonna let this slip cause I know you miss her, but watch how you fucking talk to my daughter.”

Angel looked around the room, watching as everyone watched him. He sighed, walking out.

This was driving him crazy. At first, he thought you were coming back, you had to. There was no way you wouldn’t. You were dependent on him as much as he was on you. If he was missing you as crazy as he was, then he was certain you felt the same.

But then a month passed and you changed your number.

That’s when it truly hit Angel that you wanted to be out of his life. There was plenty of self-blaming at first stemming from his insecurities. Thoughts such as him not being good enough for you, settling for him, etc, it all went through his head. But then the anger would set in and your letter ran in his mind again. He didn’t do anything and if you thought that you two were done, you had another thing coming. Angel hasn’t stopped looking for you even though he wallowed in self pity half the time. He found himself spending time with his father more often, as being alone wasn’t good for him. Sleeping with all these women wasn't doing much for him, since half the time, he was too drunk to be able to do anything.

“You gonna get your head out of your ass and finally look for your girl?” Bishop questioned as he sat beside Angel on the steps that led to the clubhouse.

“Yeah,” Angel wasn’t as talkative as he was before and the club noticed. They made jokes at first, but they saw the effect your disappearance has had on Angel. Truth be told, this Angel sucked. He wouldn’t joke around with them as much. He could be mischievous at times, but they knew he was fighting to be himself. They never knew how much influence you had on Angel. Well, maybe they did, they just didn’t think you would ever leave for them to see how awful Angel could be without you around. To make matters worst, no one fucking knew why you left. “I’ve been looking for her, if I don’t, I’m gonna go fucking crazy.”

“Who have you asked?” Bishop took a drag from his cigar.

“Her sister, Rafael, I even fucking called Jake,” Angel hated that phone call with Jake. The surprise in his voice and when he said ‘she finally opened her eyes’, it pissed Angel off. How dare this worthless piece of shit say that to him. Angel hung up on Jake then, trying to gather himself. If he ever saw that motherfucker again, he was going to beat his ass.

“You called her ex-boyfriend?” Bishop wasn’t surprised at the lengths Angel would go for you, but he didn’t think he would call Jake. The Santo Padre president knew that you wouldn’t go near Jake. You were pissed at Angel, but you weren’t stupid. You were going to go somewhere Angel would never think of. Seeing one of his members in such disarray, it bothered Bishop. And Bishop thought of you as family as well, at this point, he just wanted to make sure you were safe. You wanted space from Angel, that was fine, but Bishop himself needed to know you were doing okay.

Bishop saw you as one of his own. He knew Angel could be an idiot at times and didn’t think before he did things, but he was almost certain that you didn’t need to leave to make Angel realize he fucked up.

“I was desperate, believe me, I regretted it instantly.” Angel took another drag from his cigarette. “I feel like I’m at the brink of insanity. I don’t know what I did wrong. Her letter didn’t really leave any answers, if anything, it just brought on more questions. What fucking family does she think I’m having? Or what fucking girl she’s talking about I should be with.”

“Women, they never give you a straight answer, it’s always riddles.”

Angel managed to chuckle along with Bishop.

“I found her.”

“What?” Angel looked over at Bishop, standing up, not sure if he heard him correctly.

“She’s at Flagstaff.”

Angel’s heart dropped.

No.

You wouldn’t.

You wouldn’t go to fucking Gabriel. You didn’t fucking know Gabriel.

“How’d you find out?”

“Flagstaff president called me, said that Gabriel has been hanging around with her.”

No.

Fuck.

You wouldn’t.

Gabriel?

All these thoughts were running in Angel’s mind. He knew this wasn’t a joke since Bishop wouldn’t pull his leg about something like this.

“Did he say if she came to the clubhouse?” Angel was proud of himself for keeping his composure. You didn’t leave him for Gabriel, this was all circumstantial.

“No, he goes over to her place often. He informed me since he didn’t want this to cause a riff between charters.” Bishop stood up as well, leaning against the column. “Told him that not to worry about it, I was certain that Gabriel was just looking out for your girl.” Bishop didn’t believe that, but he didn’t need Angel thinking the worst.

Angel nodded his head, placing his hands on his waist, his cigarette long forgotten on the floor. He took out his keys, making his way over to his bike.

“Angel, don’t be stupid. Think before you do anything.” Bishop warned.

“I’m just going for a ride Bish, I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He definitely was going to come back. After he cleared his head, he was taking Coco and Gilly and going to Flagstaff. If he had to drag you back to Santo Padre, he would.

He gave you time and now, your time’s up.

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You walked around the grocery store, trying to remember what was in your pantry. Grocery shopping was always fun since you loved to cook, but with this branch of your company here being so new, you’ve had to work overtime and takeout has been your friend. Thankfully, it’s been dying down this past few weeks and you’ve been able to actually explore Flagstaff.

“Hey!” You shrieked as Gabriel placed 6 packs of steak in your cart.

“What?” He smirked. “I’ll eat it all for you.”

“You should at least share with your brothers,” you shook her head. And you meant his actual brothers since he had 3 younger brothers he was taking care of.

“I definitely will, we’re having a club party tonight, you should come.” Gabriel has been trying to have you come visit the clubhouse for some time however you’ve been reluctant. You didn’t want anyone else to know you were in Flagstaff. You ran into Gabriel by chance since one of your new coworkers was his younger brother. You took his younger brother under your wing and as a show of appreciation, he wanted to bring you home to dinner. And when you came, you met Gabriel outside and well, the rest was history.

You weren’t dating Gabriel, you didn’t want to date anyone from the Mayans.

It might get back to Angel. You’re sure he wouldn’t care, but still, you much rather play it safe.

Being friends with one of them should be fine, as long as you stayed away from the clubhouse.

“I’m good, I just want to relax after being so busy the last few months.” It was an excuse, sort of. You did want to stay home. You were a homebody. You just wanted to enjoy your Netflix shows and go from there.

“You know, we both know that you didn’t need to do overtime, you just wanted to keep yourself occupied.” Gabriel wasn’t going to lie and say he wasn’t happy you broke up with Angel. He wasn’t going to push you or pursue you just yet, but once you were ready, he had every intention of asking you out. At first, it was a schoolyard crush, but seeing you around his family, it further piqued his interest. He didn’t care if you were Angel’s girlfriend, he was in Santo Padre, this was Flagstaff. As long as Angel didn’t know you were here, you’d be fine.

Besides, you had specifically requested, begged Gabriel to not inform Angel of your whereabouts.

“Perhaps, but the extra cash definitely wasn’t terrible.” You wanted to change the subject. You’ve been good at changing the subject when it came to Angel, but it was getting more and more difficult. Your sister, Rafael and Gabriel haven't let up on it. They all have their reasons. Your sister was becoming annoyed by Angel and was applauding you from walking away from him. Though she has always been on team Angel and does not actually believe he cheated on you, your sister didn’t mind seeing Angel suffer. Rafael just didn’t want you and Angel wasting time when you two have wasted enough time in his eyes. Gabriel wanted you to face your feelings for Angel so you could fully move on, with him.

“Mami, listen,” Gabriel pulled you towards him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I get it, you don’t want to talk about him, but we would have to eventually. I know you’re not ready and I’ll wait for you.”

“Gabriel, I,” you sighed. “I don’t think I would ever date anyone in the MC, Angel would figure out where I am and I can’t have that.”

“We can keep secrets, if that’s what you were worried about.” Gabriel knew it was wrong to pursue you. But you were no longer with Angel. You were single. There was nothing wrong with dating you, but he knew how deep you and Angel’s relationship was. Angel was going to make you his wife. There was a nagging voice in Gabriel’s ear, but he was willing to ignore it for you.

His club wouldn’t crucify him for this.

“It’s better we don’t, we’re friends, can’t we just remain that way?”

Gabriel chuckled. “Always wounding me with the f-word.” He didn’t want to push you either, he didn’t want to be that asshole. If he was going to be with you, it would be under your terms, he would never push you. His mother taught him better than that. “I’ll have you fall for my charm, you just wait.”

You laughed. “You’ll be surprised how good I am when it comes to not falling for pretty boys.”

“I’m not a pretty boy though, Ivan, maybe, but me, fuck no.” Gabriel’s younger brother Ivan was your co-worker. He was the second oldest between the four brothers and they had their sister, who was the youngest. She felt for her at times, but Gabriel and his brothers didn’t seem too overprotective of her. But make her cry and it was a whole different story.

“Sure, we’ll go with that,” you teased him as you two continued to walk around the grocery store.

You definitely appreciated Gabriel’s company. You were surprised that he stuck to you, but you figured that you truly did build a friendship with him while he visited Santo Padre.

“Has he tried contacting you?” Gabriel questioned as he helped you place some drinks in your cart.

“No, I don’t know, I changed my number, remember?”

Gabriel chuckled. “Right, sorry, I just assumed Angel would have found a way to contact you by now.”

“Doesn’t matter, I doubt he is, he has a family now.” You never truly went into details with Gabriel since no one knew of Angel and Adelita’s relationship prior to Los Olvidados becoming a part of the MC. You weren’t even sure if people outside of the Santo Padre charter knew about them. You didn’t want to throw the MC under the bus, so you kept the details as minimal as possible.

“It doesn’t make sense, Angel was far too in love with you to cheat. When they would make stops at Flagstaff, he would go straight to a room and talk to you. That was before you two were ever together.” Gabriel wasn’t lying. He knew he was technically helping him out, but he wanted this to be fair. “Maybe you misunderstood.”

“I know what I saw, can we please not talk about it?” Your voice was so little and it upset you and Gabriel. 4 months, you thought that would be enough time, but it really wasn’t. It was still a fresh wound. It was difficult leaving Angel, but every time you would even think of going back, Adelita came into your head. The baby she was carrying deserved to have a complete family and Angel deserved to have a family. You couldn’t provide that for him, you were strong enough to admit that and step away.

“I’m sorry baby,” Gabriel wrapped his arm around your shoulder, placing a kiss on your head.

You two finished off your groceries, with Gabriel pushing the cart for you so that you could concentrate on getting what you needed. After paying, Gabriel helped you place your groceries in your trunk. He was the one who noticed the roar of the motorcycles, his attention immediately going towards where the noise was coming from. He saw the back of their kutte and saw Mayans. They parked next to his bike which was a lane over.

He turned back to you as you placed the last of your items in your trunk. Handing you the last bag, Gabriel took the cart away from your car.

“I’ll meet you at your place. Stop by that coffee shop you like, can you get me the drink you always bring me?” Gabriel requested.

You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at the time on your watch. “They’re closing in 30 minutes.”

“Better get going then, least you can do by forcing me to push your cart around.”

“Gabriel!”

He laughed, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Go, I need some caffeine in my system.”

You shook your head at him as you got in the car. Thankfully, there was no car in front of you so Gabriel knew you were going to move forward, which you did. Watching till you exited the shopping plaza, he placed the cart at its designated area as he made his way over to his bike. He found Gilly and Coco just waiting for him.

“Gabriel, how you doing hermano?” Coco greeted him.

“Good, what brings you two to Flagstaff?” Gabriel questioned. He shouldn’t play stupid, he knew why they were here.

“We heard Angel’s girl was here,” Gilly answered, purposely referring to you as Angel’s girlfriend.

“Angel got a new girl?” Gabriel was digging, but Coco and Gilly knew better than to do anything to him. If anything, it would look bad on them to do something to him when this should have been Angel’s concern.

“Come on Gabriel, don’t make this harder on yourself.” Coco warned.

“Why would it be? I’m not doing anything wrong. They broke up, hence the reason she’s here.” Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest. “She’s not going back to Santo Padre.”

“That’s not your call.” Gilly didn’t have a problem with Gabriel, hell, he actually liked the guy, but his loyalty was to Angel.

“Look, she’s hurting, I don’t think her going back to Santo Padre is really going to do anything for her.”

“And keeping her here is doing exactly what for her?” Coco asked. It was nice to see you, he wanted to go up to you, give you some shit for closing him off, but he promised Angel that he wouldn’t approach you.

“Helping her move on, helping her start over without him.”

Gilly shook his head. “Again, that’s not your call. This was all a misunderstanding.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

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“You must have been really thirsty, you just guzzled that drink down.” You teased Gabriel as you two made your way down the hall towards your apartment.

“Well, you had me pushing your cart and now I’m carrying your groceries, so of course I was thirsty.” Gabriel playfully snapped at you.

You laughed. “Didn’t know you couldn’t carry those groceries, I could have just done them.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Gabriel smirked.

He left Coco and Gilly at the shopping center and hurried to your apartment. He didn’t know where the fuck Angel was, but he had to let you know that the Santo Padre charter knew where you were. Maybe he shouldn’t have told his president he’s been hanging out with you, but he didn’t frequent the club much and they were suspicious. He didn’t need them sniffing around over nothing.

You walked into your apartment, Gabriel following in tow with your grocery bags in his hands. Seeing Coco and Gilly definitely gave him a fright. He wasn’t scared of them, but if they were here, that meant Angel wasn’t too far behind. Before you could walk in further, you stopped at your living room, surprised by your visitor.

"Hello mi dulce," Angel greeted you as he sat back on your couch, his eyes trained on you before shifting to Gabriel, his mouth in a thin line. You could tell he was holding back his anger.

"You should go," you told Gabriel, turning around to grab the groceries, but he moved it from your reach.

“You’re good, I’ll bring this to the kitchen,” he kissed the top of your head as he passed by.

“4 months, no contact, nothing. And I see you with another man, doesn’t that count as cheating.” Angel’s smugness made you angry. This was breaking an entry, who did he think he was breaking into your apartment.

“We’re over.”

“That’s a matter of opinion.” He shrugged. “Where’s Ares?”

“He’s at Gabriel’s, he has a backyard so I leave Ares there when I go to work.”

“You got our dog hanging out at his place now?”

Gabriel walked back in the living room. “What are you doing here? I didn’t hear about anyone coming from Santo Padre for a visit.”

“This is none of your club’s concern. Don’t make it your club's concern. Leave.” Angel was trying his best to not fight Gabriel, not wanting to bring any heat like he promised Bishop. But he was getting on his nerves.

“From my understanding, she’s no longer your girlfriend.”

“You misunderstood then,” Angel stood up then, making your breath hitch.

You’ve missed Angel and seeing him in the flesh, was proving too much for you. But you had to hold down your resolve. He has a baby now, you were sure of it. Adelita must have given birth by now.

You two were done.

“Let’s go,” Gabriel gently began pushing you out the door, but before you could even make it out, Angel blocked the doorway.

“I don’t think you understand, you can leave, but my girl is staying here with me.”

“She’s not your girl,” Gabriel stood in front of you, further aggravating Angel. Who the fuck did this motherfucker thought he was? You didn’t need protecting from him. “If she doesn’t want to stay here with you, she’s not going to.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re nothing to her. You think she’s going to be with you now that you presume we’re over? She’s always been my girl and nothing’s going to fucking change that.” Angel snapped. His hands were a ball of fist at his sides, trying to control his anger, but this was a losing battle.

“Angel, please leave.” You somehow found your voice.

He looked at you as you stood behind Gabriel. “No.”

“Please, I don’t want to see you. We’re done, we have nothing to talk about.” This was pathetic and you hated it, but you felt so small. You weren’t afraid of Angel, you were just afraid to hear what he had to say to you.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but I gave you 4 months. If you think I’m leaving without you, you have another thing coming for you. Whatever is going inside that head of yours, it’s all a misunderstanding. I’m not leaving Flagstaff till you’re with me.” His gaze shifted over to Gabriel. “Thank you for taking care of my old lady, but once we clear this misunderstanding, I’m taking her back to Santo Padre.”

“Angel, we have nothing to talk about. If you want to talk to salvage our friendship, we can, I just need some time away from you. I need to move on from you so we can be friends.”

“There is no moving on, what part of I’m not letting you go don’t you get. I don’t know why you think I don’t fucking love you, but you’re wrong. I do.” Angel hated that Gabriel was here for this, but if this was the only way you were going to talk to him, he would live with it.

You didn’t want to have this conversation, especially not in front of Gabriel.

“Gabriel, can you please leave?” You requested.

“No, I’m not leaving you here with him.” Gabriel didn’t turn his back on Angel, he didn’t trust him.

“‘I’ll be fine, Angel won’t hurt me.”

“That’s not why I don’t want to leave you.”

You hugged him from the back, leaning your forehead against his back. His hand wrapped around yours that was resting on his chest.

“Thank you for being amazing, Angel isn’t going to leave and I don’t want you two to fight.”

The intimacy of this moment further aggravated Angel, but he couldn’t exactly hit Gabriel while you were holding him.

You moved away from Gabriel. He turned to face you, giving you a small smile.

“I’ll see you later mami, call me if you need me.” Gabriel turned back around and faced Angel. “If I met her first, she would have been mine, I hope you know that." Gabriel confidently told Angel.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, hermano," Angel smirked. “You can go fuck yourself though.”

Gabriel harshly brushed past Angel, closing the door behind him. Angel went to lock the door to assure Gabriel didn’t change his mind and came back in.

“Does he have a key to your apartment?” Angel questioned as he made his way back over to you.

“No.”

Angel nodded his head. “I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re going to talk it out. I’m serious Y/N, I’m not leaving Flagstaff unless you’re with me.”

And you knew Angel was serious, you just didn’t understand why he came after you.

No matter what, you two were done.

But you also knew Angel, he was the most stubborn man you’ve ever met.

This was going to be a long night.

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Supernatural Rewrite: Season 1: Pilot

Summary: Y/N Singer joins Sam and Dean on the road. A rewrite starring you.

Pairing: eventual Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, show level violence

Word Count: 11,758

A/N: I’m going to try to do at least one episode a week. No set schedule. Flashbacks in italics.

The car slowed to a stop in front of an apartment building and you peered out the passenger side window, shaking your head at his ridiculous plan.

"This is really the way you want to do this?" you asked, your attention still on the building in front of you.

"You got a better idea?" he asked as he turned off the engine.

"Well, Dean, there are these things called phones. You see, you use them to talk to people, so maybe we could try one of those instead of breaking in, in the middle of the night. " you said, turning in your seat to face him.

Dean rolled his eyes, "You think you could go five minutes without being a smartass?" he asked as he opened his door and got out.

You quickly followed after him, stepping in front of him to block his path, "Dean." you breathed out, frustrated that he was so dead set on ignoring your logical suggestions.

"Come on, Y/N. You know he wouldn't pick up if we called, and besides, the breaking in thing worked on you." he said, a smirk on his face as he stepped around you.

"Shh." you warned, your hand coming up to clamp over his mouth. "Someone's here." you whispered, your other hand coming up to place a finger over your lips, urging him to remain quiet.

You climbed off of him, grabbed his t-shirt from the floor and pulled it on before grabbing your gun from the nightstand.

"Fuck, is it your Dad?" he asked, panic in his voice as he stumbled from the bed, making entirely too much noise as he rushed to put his clothes on.

You gave him a dirty look, annoyed that he was being so loud. "No, he's not gonna be back for a few days. Now, shut up and stay put." you whispered before making your way to the door and easing it open.

You stepped out into the hall, weapon raised and made your way to the stairs, making sure to remain absolutely silent as you crept down them.

You came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, your gun still raised as you scanned the room for the intruder, listening intently for any sound that might give away their location. Rustling in the kitchen caught your attention, and you headed in that direction, taking a deep, calming breath as you prepared yourself for a fight.

"Son of a bitch." someone mumbled, and you lowered your weapon before flipping on the kitchen light.

"What are you doing here? I could have shot your dumb ass." you said, as you placed your gun on the table and took a seat. "You ever hear of a phone or knocking?" you asked.

Dean turned to face you, leaning back against the counter as he raised his beer to his lips and took a drink. "Am I interrupting something?" he asked, taking in your state of undress.

"Actually you are, so why don't you tell me why you decided to break in to my house in the middle of the night so I can get back to it." you said, crossing your arms over your chest, an annoyed expression on your face.

"Bobby know you have somebody over?" he asked, instead of telling you why he was there.

"He's not here. He probably won't be back for a few days. If you would have called I could have told you that and saved you the trip." you said.

"I didn't come here to talk to Bobby. I came to talk to you." he said, the sound of someone coming down the stairs catching his attention. "You know, Bobby would be pissed if he caught you." he said, a smirk on his face.

"Well, like I said, he isn't here, and I'm an adult, Dean. I can have people over if I want to." you argued.

Dean cleared his throat, "You better get down here boy!!" he yelled, doing his best Bobby impression.

"You're such an asshole." you said, the panicked footsteps of someone racing down the stairs meeting your ears.

"Mr. Singer, I promise it isn't what it looks like. I can explain." your date rushed out as he skidded to a stop in the kitchen, surprised to see Dean standing there and not your father.

Dean scoffed, "Really, Y/N? Jake Bradley?" he asked, shaking his head as if he was disappointed in you before turning his attention to Jake. "Yeah, date's over asshole, so go ahead and get out of here."

"Dean." you barked out as you stood from your seat and made your way over to Jake's side.

Dean blew out an annoyed breath, "Look, I need to talk to you...alone." he said.

You looked up at Jake, "Go back upstairs, and I'll be there in a minute." you said, eager to get back to what you were doing.

"Yeah, that's not gonna work. It's, uh, It's about Sam, and the...family business." he said, knowing that you would know what he meant.

You threw your head back and sighed, "You gotta go." you said to Jake as you grabbed his arm and started to lead him to the front door.

Jake looked down at you confused, as you pulled open the door and gave him a gentle shove outside, "Y/N, what's going on? Is everything ok?" he asked.

"Everything's fine, Jake. I just have to deal with this right now, sorry, but I'll give you a call sometime." you said before closing the door, not giving him a chance to reply.

"You know that guy's a total tool." Dean said from behind you.

You scoffed, "You think every guy is a total tool. It's not like I was planning on marrying him. We were just having a little fun." you said as you turned to face him. "Now, what's going on with Sam?"

Dean told you everything that happened. He told you about the blow up between his dad and Sam. How it started when Sam said that he wanted to go to college and ended with Sam deciding to leave for school and John telling him not to come back if he left. You listened intently as he unloaded everything on you, not saying anything until he was completely finished speaking.

"I'm sorry, Dean." you said, knowing how much he was struggling with it.

"Did you know? Did you know he was going to leave?" he asked, knowing just how close you and Sam were.

You had grown up with them, and since you were the same age as Sam the two of you clung to each other whenever they stayed with you and your dad. You had quickly come to consider the youngest Winchester your best friend, the two you of you doing everything in your power to annoy Dean any chance you got.

"I knew that it was something that he wanted to do, and he had said something about us going together, but I told him that college wasn't for me. I knew what my life was going to be, and he dropped it after that. He never brought it up again. I didn't know, I promise." you said, completely honest.

Dean nodded his head, and bit down on his bottom lip in thought, his concentration breaking once you stood up from the couch.

"Where ya goin'?" he asked.

"To pack a bag." you said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"A bag?" he asked, confused.

"Yeah, you're gonna need back up. I can't have that pretty face of yours getting maimed ." you teased.

"Bobby ain't gonna like it." he said.

"I'm an adult and it's my decision, so I'll handle my Dad." you said, knowing that Dean wouldn't argue with you too much about coming along with him.

And that was it. Bobby wasn't thrilled with your decision, but he knew there was nothing, short of locking you in the panic room, that could keep you from doing what you wanted to do, and you had been on the road with Dean ever since.

You sighed as you followed behind him, "Yeah, well, I never was the smart one." you said to yourself.

Dean was busy trying to open the window as you stood behind him on guard.

"Got it." he whispered as he raised the window and climbed inside, stepping out of the way to allow you room to follow after him.

You climbed inside the window, and let him lead the way, the two of you silently making your way through the dark apartment. Out of nowhere you saw someone grab Dean and you jumped back, making sure you were well out of the way of the fight that had broken out in front of you.

You watched as Dean finally managed to pin the man to the floor.

"Whoa, easy tiger." Dean said, looking down at his prey.

You could hear the other person breathing hard, "Dean?" he asked, clearly confused.

Dean didn't reply. He just laughed.

"You scared the crap out of me!" Sam admitted, as you chose to remain hidden.

"That's cause you're out of practice." Dean said.

You watched as Sam grabbed Dean's hand and yanked on it while slamming his heel down into Dean's back, quickly gaining the upper hand, causing a smile to spread across your face.

"Or not." Dean breathed out, tapping Sam where he held him, "Get off of me."

You watched as they got to their feet, still choosing to keep yourself hidden in the shadows.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked.

Dean looked in your direction, "Well, we were lookin' for a couple beers." he said, turning back to face Sam.

"We?" Sam asked, confused.

"Hey ya, Sammy." you said, finally making your presence known.

"Y/N?" he asked, shocked that you were there.

"Yep." you said, popping the p and stepping up to Dean's side.

Sam shook his head, looking back and forth between you and his brother, "What the hell are you guys doing here?" he asked.

Dean looked over at you and you gave him a subtle nod, "Okay. All right. We got to talk." he said.

"Uh...the phone?" Sam asked.

You scoffed and nudged Dean with your elbow, "Told ya." you said.

He glared over at you, "Not a word." he said, before looking back at Sam, "If we would have called, would you have picked up?" he asked.

The light suddenly flipped on before Sam could reply, and you blinked your eyes a few times, trying to get them to adjust to the light.

"Sam?" you heard someone call out, the three of you turning your heads in unison towards the voice.

"Jess. Hey. Dean, Y/N, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Sam said, introducing you.

You rolled your eyes when you noticed that Dean was openly ogling her.

"Wait, your brother Dean? And Y/N, she's the friend you always talk about?" Jess asked as she looked between you and Dean, a smile on her face.

Sam nodded his head, and Dean moved closer to her, a grin on his face.

"Oh, I love The Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." he said.

"Just let me go put something on." Jess said, looking slightly uncomfortable as she turned to go.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it." Dean said, stopping her.

You cleared your throat, and walked over to Dean, grabbing onto his arm and jerking him back from Jess, his eyes remained on her and you could tell Sam didn't care for it.

"Excuse him." you said as you roughly pulled him back. "Can't take him anywhere." you added.

Dean jerked his arm from your grip, and shot you an annoyed look, "Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business." he said, "But it was nice meeting you."

"No." Sam said, as he walked over to Jess and put his arm around her. "No, whatever you guys want to say, you can say in front of her."

You sighed, of course he wouldn't make it easy you thought to yourself before you looked over at Dean who nodded.

"Okay." you said, after getting his approval, looking at Sam and Jess straight on. "Um...your Dad hasn't been home in a few days." you said, choosing to keep your statement vague in front of Jess.

Sam scoffed, "So, he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." he said.

You ducked your head before looking over at Dean, gesturing for him to take the floor.

"Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days." Dean said, looking directly at Sam.

Sam's expression remained neutral as he took everything in.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside." he said.

The three of you were walking down stairs a few moments later, Sam quickly getting dressed before joining you and Dean.

"I mean, come on. You guys can't just break in, middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam said.

You looked over your shoulder to face them, "I tried to get him to call first." you said, before turning your head back around and continuing down the stairs.

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing, and we need you to help us find him." Dean said before Sam could reply to you.

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." Sam argued.

You came to a complete stop and turned around, forcing Sam and Dean to come to a stop, too.

"Not for this long." you said, looking up at Sam.

Dean nodded his head in agreement, "She's right. Now, are you gonna come with us or not?" Dean asked.

"I'm not." Sam blatantly said.

You scoffed and started back downstairs, "Come on, Dean. Let's just leave him alone." you said, not looking back at them.

Dean ignored you and stayed put, "Why not?" he asked, looking at Sam.

" I swore I was done hunting for good. " Sam replied, not budging.

"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean said as he started to walk downstairs, Sam following after him.

You were waiting at the bottom of the stairs, your arms crossed over your chest as you listened to their conversation.

"Yeah, when I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." Sam said.

Dean came to a stop, "Well, what was he supposed to do?" he asked.

"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say don't be afraid of the dark." Sam argued, his voice raising.

"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course, you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there." Dean shot back, looking over to you for back up.

You slowly shook your head, not wanting to get in the middle of their argument, "He ain't wrong, Sam." you said, taking Dean's side, shocking Sam because you usually always sided with him, but that was before.

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing, so we kill everything we can find." Sam said.

"Yeah, and we save a lot of people doing it, too." you shot back, before turning away and heading towards the car, completely frustrated with him.

Sam watched you walk away before turning to Dean, "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" he asked.

Dean rolled his eyes, annoyed with his brother, and started off in the direction you had went.

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors.” Sam continued to rant as he followed after his brother.

You were leaning against the side of the Impala when you spotted them.

"So, what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean asked, taking a spot next to you.

"Not normal. Safe." Sam said, looking between you and Dean.

You looked over at Dean and put your hand on his shoulder, "Come on , De. Let's go. He isn't gonna come." you said.

Dean looked down at you before turning his attention back to Sam, "And that's why you ran away." he said before looking away from him.

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone, and that's what I'm doing." Sam said.

You shook your head at his refusal to help, "Dean." you started to say before he cut you off.

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." Dean said, Sam choosing to remain silent, "We can't do this alone." he added.

"Yes, you can." Sam said, causing Dean to look down in defeat.

"Yeah, we probably could, but we don't want to." you said, trying to back up Dean.

Sam sighed and looked down, no longer able to stand the intense stare you were fixing him with, "What was he hunting?" he finally asked.

You glanced over at Dean who was trying to keep his excitement at bay as he quickly walked to the trunk and popped it open, raising the spare tire compartment and propping it open with a shot gun as he started to dig through the clutter.

"All right, let's see, Where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean asked as he continued to search for the folder he needed.

You shoved him aside, and started to search for the file yourself, thinking you could find it faster than he could.

Sam smiled down at you before turning his attention to Dean, "So, when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" he asked.

"We were workin' our own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing down in New Orleans." Dean replied, turning his attention to you to see if you had found the file yet.

"Wait, we? Y/N was with you?" Sam asked, thinking that Dean had only just picked you up for the trip to come out here and see him.

"Been with him since you left." you said, not looking up at him as you continued your search.

"And Dad let the two of you go on a hunting trip without him?" Sam asked Dean, choosing not to reply to you.

"I'm twenty six, dude." Dean said, as you pulled out the file you needed.

"It was only because I agreed to go along with him." you teased, as you held out the file for him.

"Only because I agreed to go along with him." Dean mocked, doing his best impression of you as he snatched the folder from your hand.

"That sounded nothing like me." you said, rolling your eyes, causing Sam to chuckle as he looked between the two of you in amusement.

"All right, here we go." Dean said, ready to get down to business. "So, Dad was checking out this two lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California."

"About a month ago, this guy. " you took over, grabbing one of the papers from the folder and passing it to Sam. "They found the car, but he vanished, completely MIA." you said as Sam read over the page you had handed him.

"So, maybe he was kidnapped." Sam said, glancing up at you.

"Yeah, well here's another one in April." Dean said, taking over for you, "Another one in December, 04, 03, 98, 92, ten of them over the past twenty years." he said, tossing down the corresponding article for each date he mentioned.

You took the article back from Sam before picking up the rest of the stack and placing them back in the folder, "All men, all the same five mile stretch of road." you added as Dean pulled a bag from the trunk.

"It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." he said, as he grabbed a tape recorder. "Then, I get this voicemail yesterday." he said as he pressed play, the staticky recording starting to play.

"Dean, Y/N...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may...be careful you two. We're all in danger." John's voice said from the recording before Dean pressed stop.

"You know, there's EVP on that." Sam said, after listening to the message.

"Guess you're not as rusty as I thought." you said.

"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean asked, Sam shaking his head at the two of you.

"All right. I slowed the message down. I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what we got." you explained, signally for Dean to press play again.

"I can never go home." a woman's voice said before Dean pressed stop.

"Never go home." Sam said as Dean dropped the recorder and grabbed the shotgun to close the compartment before standing up straight and shutting the trunk, the two of you leaning against it afterward.

"You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing, and neither has Y/N." Dean said, knowing how hurt you were that Sam had cut you out of his life too.

Sam looked away in guilt and sighed before turning back to face the two of you, "All right. I'll go. I'll help you guys find him." he said. "But, I have to get back first thing Monday, just wait here." he added.

Sam turned to go back to the apartment, but stopped when Dean spoke up, "What's first thing Monday?" he asked.

"I have this...I have an interview." Sam replied, not going into any detail.

"What, a job interview? Skip it." Dean said, and you knew he was pushing his luck .

"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam said.

"Law school?" Dean asked, a smirk on his face.

"So, we got a deal or not?" Sam asked.

You waited for a moment for Dean's reply and spoke up when he didn't give one, "We'll have you back first thing Monday." you assured him, Sam nodding his head before excusing himself to pack a bag.

"Told ya, it'd work." Dean said to you as he walked around to the driver's side door.

You shook your head, "You got lucky, Winchester. I'd like to think I had a lot to do with him agreeing to come." you said before climbing into the back seat.

Dean pulled into the gas station and came to a stop in front of the pump before shutting off the engine and climbing out of the car, you following behind him.

You stretched your arms over your head, "I'm gonna grab some breakfast." you said with a yawn before turning to head inside.

Dean was pumping the gas and Sam was sitting in the front seat, the door open as he rifled through a box of cassette tapes.

"Hey!" you called out, catching their attention, "You guys want breakfast?" you asked, your arms full of junk food.

Sam leaned out and looked at you, his nose scrunching up at what you had bought, "No, thanks." he said before adding, "So, how'd you pay for that stuff? Dean and Dad still running credit card scams?" he asked.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Dean answered for you as he put the nozzle back on the pump. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." he added before taking a soda and a bag of chips from you, giving you a bright smile when he realized that you had bought his favorite.

"Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam asked, as he swung his legs back inside the car and closed the door.

"Uh, Burt Aframian." Dean said, climbing into the car after you, placing his chips and soda down. "And his son, Hector."

"Don't forget his daughter, Louisa." you added, as you opened your bag of chips.

Dean smiled, "Scored three cards out of the deal." he said as he closed the door.

"That sounds about right. I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." Sam said as he rifled through the box.

You raised up, popping a chip in your mouth before laying your arms across the back of the seat, "Why?" you asked.

Sam glanced over at you, "Well, for one, they're cassette tapes, and two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica." he said, holding up the tapes as he named them.

You snatched the Metallica tape from him and passed it to Dean, "Be careful. I had those all organized. That's Dean's side and that's mine." you said, scolding Sam as you pointed to the box.

"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Sam laughed out, shaking his head.

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean said as he popped the tape in the player. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." he added, as he passed the Metallica box back to you before starting the engine.

You grabbed the box from Sam's lap, needing to fix the mess he made of your organization system, "Really, Sam?" you asked, taking in the destruction before leaning back into the back seat and popping another chip in your mouth before starting to fix it.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve year old. It's Sam, okay." he said, looking over at Dean.

"Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud." Dean said before pulling out of the gas station, and hitting the road.

You looked out the window, Jericho 7, the sign read as Dean drove by while Sam was busy talking on the phone.

"Thank you." he said before hanging up. "All right, so, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So, that's something I guess." Sam said.

"Hey, look." you said, from the backseat, leaning up to point out the police cars that were on the bridge ahead of you.

Dean pulled over and the three of you watched the scene for a few moments before you tapped Sam on the shoulder, "Glove compartment." you said, gesturing for him to open it.

Sam opened the glove compartment and passed you the box inside. You opened it and started to search through the box of ID's, picking three and passing one to Sam before handing the other to Dean, "Let's go." you said.

"Marshals." Dean groaned, his eyes on you through the rearview mirror.

"Hey, you picked last time. It's my turn, so shut it." you argued before shooing both of them out of the car.

The three of you walked into the crime scene like you belonged there, you sandwiched between the two of them, both of them towering over you.

"You fellas had another one like this, just last month, didn't you?" Dean asked, taking the lead like he always did.

"And you are?" the officer asked, eyeing the three of you suspiciously.

You and Dean flashed your badges in unison, Sam lagging behind a few moments, "Federal Marshals." Dean answered for the three of you.

"You three are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?" the officer asked, as he studied the three of you.

You giggled, "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." you said, batting your lashes and giving him a flirty smile as Dean walked over to examine the car. You were used to playing the distraction.

"You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean asked, peering into the car.

"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." the officer said, watching Dean as he looked over the car.

"So, the victim, you knew him?" you asked, pulling his attention back to you.

The officer nodded, "Town like this, everybody knows everybody, ma'am." he said, as Dean circled the car.

"Any connection between the victims besides that they're all men?" Dean asked.

"No, not so far as we can tell." the officer replied.

You walked over to Dean, subtly signaling Sam to join you, "So, what's the theory?" you asked, wanting to know what they had so far.

"Honestly, ma'am, we don't know, serial murder, kidnapping ring." the officer said.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean said, causing Sam to stomp down on his foot.

"Thank you for your time, gentleman." you said, knowing it was time to leave.

Sam started to walk away first, you and Dean following behind him, the officer watching the three of you intently as you walked away.

Dean reached up and smacked Sam on the back of the head, "Ow! What was that for?" he asked.

"Why'd you have to step on my foot?" Dean asked.

"Why do you have to talk to police like that?" Sam fired back, as Dean looked up at him, moving in front of him, forcing him to stop walking.

"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." he said just before you cleared your throat, Sam and Dean both taking notice of the sheriff and FBI agents that were standing there.

"Can I help you gentleman?" the sheriff asked, before adding, "Lady?" after he noticed you behind them.

"No, sir. We were just leaving." you said, as you grabbed on to Sam and Dean.

Dean nodded at each of the FBI agents as they walked by, "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." he said, before you jerked his arm and started pulling him back to the car, the sheriff watching as the three of you walked away.

You spotted a young woman tacking up posers with the victims face and the caption reading, MISSING TROY SQUIRE.

"I'll bet that's her." Dean said, taking notice of her.

"Yeah." Sam replied as the three of you walked up to her.

"You must be Amy." Dean said, the girl turning on her heel to face him.

"Yeah." she said, as she looked at each of you.

"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, and this is Sammy." Dean said, introducing the two of them, but not mentioning you.

Amy looked at you, waiting for you to introduce yourself. You were about to say that you were an old family friend when Dean threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, "This is my girlfriend, Y/N." he said, as he smiled down at you.

"He never mentioned you to me." Amy said as she walked away, continuing to hang posters, the three of you following after her, Dean's arm still wrapped around you.

"Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much. We're up in Modesto." Dean effortlessly lied.

"So, we're looking for him too, and we’re kinda asking around." Sam said, a kind smile on his face. He always was good with people.

Another young woman walked up and put her hand on Amy's arm, "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, looking at the three of you.

"Yeah." Amy replied.

"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked, trying to move things along.

The five of you walked into a diner, Amy and her friend sliding into one side of the booth.

"I don't think we're gonna fit." you said, looking at the small space, and the two large men beside you.

Dean gestured for Sam to go first and he slid into place, "Sure, we will, honey." Dean said, shooting you a wink before sliding in next to Sam and patting the little bit of room next to him.

You plastered a smile on your face, "That's ok, honey. I'll just pull up a chair." you said, stressing the word honey, and rolling your eyes as you turned to grab yourself a chair.

You pulled it up to the table, Dean reaching to pull it closer to him, a smirk on his face because he knew he was annoying you and the only thing you could do was play along.

"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did." Amy said, telling the three of you her story.

"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.

Amy shook her head, "No, nothing that I can remember." she replied.

"I, uh, like your necklace." you said, taking notice of the pendant she was wearing.

Amy looked down at it, and held the pendant up, a pentagram in a circle, "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents-" she said, laughing. "With all that devil stuff." she finished.

Sam chuckled a little and looked down for a moment before looking back up, "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil, really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." Sam added, not being able to help himself.

Dean looked over at him, "Okay, thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." he said, causing you to laugh under your breath as he leaned across the table.

"Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared something's not right. So, if you heard anything." he said before you elbowed him.

"What my boyfriend is trying to say is that anything you've heard could be helpful, no matter how small the detail or how strange you think it may be." you said, a warm smile on your face, hoping they would open up and spill something.

Amy and Rachel looked at each other, "What is it?" Dean asked.

"Well, it's just...I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Rachel said.

"What do they talk about?" you and Dean asked in unison, Sam raising an eyebrow at how effortlessly the two of you worked together.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Dean glanced over at Sam, who was watching Rachel, attentively nodding for her to continue. "Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up, well, they disappear forever." she finished, and you looked over at Sam and Dean, giving them a subtle nod to go before standing from your chair.

The three of you were crowded around a computer in the local library, Dean in the middle and you and Sam on either side of him.

You watched as he typed in "Female Murder hitchhiking", no results showing up on the screen a few seconds later. He tried again replacing hitchhiking with Centennial Highway, only to get the same response, no results.

"Let me try." you said, trying to work your way in front of the keyboard.

"I got it." Dean said, smacking your hand away.

You looked over at Sam, and nodded your head, hoping he would catch on to what you were doing before pushing Dean's chair out of the way, giving Sam free reign of the keyboard, "Hurry, Sam." you urged, trying to hold Dean back.

"Dude!" Dean said, as he shoved your shoulder, annoyed that you pushed him away. He always hated to relinquish control.

"I told you to let me try." you said, shoving him back, the two of you starting to squabble like children.

"You're such a control freak." he breathed out, frustrated with you.

"I am not. You are." you shot back, kicking his chair.

"Guys, if you could stop acting like children for five minutes we might be able to figure this out." Sam scolded, frustrated with how the two of you were behaving.

"So, angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam questioned, trying to get the two of you to focus.

"Yeah." you and Dean said in unison, the two of you still subtly swatting each other.

"Well, maybe it's not murder." Sam said, choosing to ignore you and Dean.

"You read my mind, Sammy." you said, the cold demeanor you had towards him slipping a little as you pinched Dean hard on the thigh.

"Son of a bitch." Dean said, under his breath, his hand rubbing over the sore spot on his thigh.

You scooted your chair closer to the computer, satisfied that you had won the battle and watched as Sam replaced the word murder with suicide, quickly finding the article you needed, entitled Suicide on Centennial. You smiled brightly at Sam before turning to face Dean, sticking your tongue out in victory, taunting him that you were right.

"Oh, that's it." Dean quietly said before throwing his arm around your shoulders, quickly pulling you into a headlock, "Not so cocky now, are you, Sweetheart?" he asked, a smirk on his face.

"Let me go." you seethed, your hands coming up to try and pry his arm from around your neck.

"You gotta tap out, and admit I'm the better hunter." he said, chuckling under his breath at how pissed you were getting.

"Guys!" Sam hissed, completely done with the two of you, "No wonder the two of you needed my help. I don't see how you guys ever get anything done." he said, shaking his head.

Dean released you, knowing that it was time to get to work, "You got lucky." he said before turning his attention to the screen.

"You're the lucky one, Winchester. I was a couple of seconds away from kickin' your ass." you said, needing to have the last word.

You looked over the article that was dated April 25, 1981, just as you started to skim over it Sam gave you the summary.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, and drowns in the river." he said, summarizing the article.

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked, instead of reading for himself.

"Yeah." you said, your eyes on the screen as you read.

"What?" Dean asked, waiting for either you or Sam to tell him what happened.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back they aren't breathing. Both die." you explained, Dean raising his eyebrows after you were finished.

"Hmm..." he hummed out, looking at the picture of the bridge on the screen.

"Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it, said husband Joseph Welch." Sam said, taking over for you.

"The bridge look familiar to you guys?" Dean asked, his attention still on the screen.

The three of you walked along the bridge later that night, stopping to lean on the railing and look down at the river.

"So, this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said, looking down at the water.

"Guess, so." you breathed out, turning around and leaning your back against the rail.

Sam looked over at Dean, "So, you think Dad would have been here?" he asked.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean said, as he walked down the bridge, Sam following after him and you choosing to hang back a little bit.

"Ok, so now what?" Sam asked, looking between you and Dean.

"Now, we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while." Dean answered, and you walked towards them, preparing yourself to break up the fight that you knew was going to break out.

Sam stopped walking, "Dean, I told you, I've got to be back by Monday." he said, causing Dean to stop walking and turn around.

"Monday, right, the interview." Dean said, and you stepped closer, ready to separate them if need be.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Look, we'll have you back in time." you said, trying to stop anything before it started.

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean asked, causing you to step closer and slowly start to ease yourself between the two of them.

"Maybe. Why not?" Sam defensively asked.

"Let's not do this." you said, knowing that nothing good could come of it.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Dean asked, causing you to reach out and put your hand on his chest.

"Dean." you said, giving him a look, silently urging him to knock it off.

Sam stepped closer, "No, and she's not ever going to know." he said, defending his decision.

"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner, or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean said.

"And who's that?" Sam asked, the situation escalating.

"You're one of us." Dean said, gesturing between himself and you.

Sam stepped in front of Dean, pushing you out of the way, "Here we go." you said to yourself as you shook your head.

"No, I'm not like you, either of you. This is not going to be my life." Sam warned.

"You have a responsibility to-" Dean tried to say before Sam cut in.

"To Dad, and his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like, and what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone, and she isn't coming back." Sam said, causing you to shake your head, you knew that he had took it too far.

You watched as Dean grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him up against the railing of the bridge. "Come on, guys. Knock this shit off." you said, trying to pry them from each other.

"Don't talk about her like that." Dean gritted out, ignoring you.

"I said knock this bullshit off." you said, wedging yourself between them, and pushing them apart, Dean finally releasing Sam, and Sam starting to walk away. "Sam!" you called out, nudging Dean as you spotted Constance standing at the edge of the bridge.

Sam walked back over to the two of you, and Constance turned to face the three of you, looking at you for a moment before stepping off the edge of the bridge.

The three of you ran over to the railing and looked over, "Where'd she go?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." you said, shrugging your shoulders.

A loud rumbling caught your attention and you turned to look, your eyes widening when you saw the Impala's headlights come on, "What the fuck?" you breathed out.

"Who's driving your car?" Sam asked, his attention also focused on the Impala.

Dean pulled his keys out of his pocket and jingled them. You and Sam glanced away from the Impala to see the keys in his hand. You swallowed nervously as the car jerked into motion, heading straight for the three of you.

"Dean, Y/N, go! Go!" Sam called out, turning to run.

You felt Dean grab your hand and pull you along with him. You were doing your best to keep up with them, but the car was moving faster then the three of you were. It was starting to get too close and you saw Sam and Dean exchange a look before Dean looked back at you over his shoulder as you approached the railing.

"Oh, fuck." you said, knowing that their plan was to go over the edge.

You closed your eyes, your hand squeezing tighter onto Dean's as the three of you dove over the rail, the car coming to a halt once you were out of sight.

You forced your way to the surface, your head popping up from the water just in time for you to take a deep breath. You started to frantically look around, searching for Sam and Dean, "Sam? Dean?" you called out, shrieking when you felt someone grab your jacket and start to pull you.

"Dean? Y/N?" Sam yelled out, as Dean dragged you out of the water and onto the muddy bank with him, both of you panting.

"What?!" Dean yelled back, annoyed as he collapsed next to you.

"Hey! Are you guys alright?" Sam asked, looking down at the two of you, soaking wet, coated head to toe in mud, and lying flat on your backs next to each other.

Dean held up his hand, signaling that both of you were ok, "We're fuckin' super." he called out.

Sam kept his focus on the two of you and laughed, relieved that both of you were fine before scooting away from the edge of the bridge and disappearing.

You looked over at Dean, "Why didn't we do that?" you asked, referring to how Sam had managed to hang onto the bridge.

Dean sat up and got to his feet, holding out his hand to you to help you up, "Hey, I was just following your lead." he said as he pulled you to your feet.

"My lead? My lead?!" you yelled, shaking your head at him, and grabbing a clump of mud from your shirt and tossing it at him.

Dean just laughed. He always loved riling you up. He got behind you and started to push you up the embankment so the two of you could rejoin Sam on the bridge.

The two of you finally made it back to the bridge, and you were pulling off your boots, emptying the water from them while Dean checked over the car.

He shut the hood and leaned against it, "Your car all right?" Sam asked, as you walked over and leaned next to Dean.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" Dean yelled.

You chuckled, "You got that right." you said, trying to pick mud from your hands.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So, where's the job go from here, genius?" Sam asked Dean as he settled on the hood next to you.

Dean threw his arms up in frustration, flicking mud from his hands with the movement.

Sam shook his head before sniffing the air, and looked between you and Dean, "You guys smell like a toilet." he said, a smile on his face.

You looked down at yourself and groaned, "These were my favorite boots." you said, shaking your head before looking up at Dean, "I get first shower." you said before leaning up from the hood and going to take your place in the backseat.

The three of you were standing at the motel check in desk, you and Dean both still completely covered in mud. Dean tossed down his card, and the clerk picked it up to look at it.

"One room, please." Dean said, causing you to whip your head around to face him.

"One?" you asked, your eyebrow raised, a bit of panic in your voice.

You and Dean usually shared a room when the two of you were on the road, but each of you had your own bed. Now, with Sam joining along you had thought that you would get your own room. Dean looked back at you and shrugged his shoulders, a look on his face like he didn't know what the big deal was.

"Nevermind, just get the one." you said, waving him off, thinking you would probably just have to bunk with Sam like you did when you were younger.

Dean turned back to the clerk, "Just the one." he said.

"You guys having a reunion or something?" the clerk asked as he read the name on the card.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, confused by the question.

"I had another guy, Bert Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." the clerk said, your body tensing at the news, Dean looking back at you and his brother over his shoulder.

You were crouched down, working on picking the lock to John's room while Sam and Dean kept watch. You got the lock open and pushed the door open before standing up, and putting your lock pick back in your pocket. Sam had turned around when he heard the door open, and quickly stepped inside. Dean was still standing guard, his back to you as you shook your head and yanked him inside the room.

Sam closed the door after you and Dean stepped in, every vertical surface in the room was covered with papers, maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, and notes. There were books on the desk and numerous different things spread on the floor and bed.

"Whoa." Sam breathed out, as he took in everything around him.

"John's definitely been here." you said as you took a few steps into the room, Dean flipping on the light next to the bed.

Dean picked up the half eaten burger next to the bed and sniffed it, recoiling afterward, "I don't think he's been here for a couple of days at least." he said to you.

Sam bent down and ran his finger through the salt on the floor, and looked up at you and Dean, "Salt, cats-eye shells, he was worried." he said.

"Trying to keep something from coming in." you said, as you looked down at the salt.

Dean was looking at the papers covering the wall, "What have you got here?" Sam asked.

"Centennial Highway victims." Dean said, you and Sam nodding as you looked over the papers. "I don't get it. I mean, different men, different jobs." Dean added as Sam crossed the room to look over the other papers pinned there. "Ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" he asked, looking over at you, you shaking your head.

Sam turned on the lamp, "Dad figured it out." he said, causing you and Dean to turn and look.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked as the two of you went to look at what he found.

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch, she's a woman in white." Sam said.

Dean looked at the photos of Constance's victims, "You sly dogs." he said, turning back to Sam, "All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

"She might have another weakness." you added.

"Well, Dad would want to make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean asked.

"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." Sam said, tapping the picture of Joseph Welch, "If he's still alive."

Sam started to look over some of the other papers, while you and Dean looked at the picture below the Herald article of a woman in a white dress.

"All right, Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean said to Sam.

You reached out and grabbed him, "Uh, pump your breaks, Winchester. I called first shower." you said, pulling him back as you hurried around him to the bathroom.

Dean sighed, "You take forever." he practically whined.

You furrowed your brows at him, "Are you kidding me? You stay in there until you're all pruney, and there's no hot water left. Makes me kind of wonder what you're doing in there, De." you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

Dean swallowed loudly, "You, uh, go ahead." he said, Sam chuckling in the background.

"Don't worry, I'll save you some hot water, so you can, uh, do whatever it is you do." you teased before turning on your heel and heading into the bathroom.

Dean watched you walk away, his eyes on the door even after you had closed it. He grabbed your bag from the bed, cracked open the bathroom door once he heard the shower running and stuck it inside.

Sam cleared his throat, "So, are you two-" he trailed off, trying to hide the smile on his face at Dean's reaction.

"What?! Me and Y/N?" Dean asked, pointing to the bathroom door, his voice an octave higher than usual.

"You guys just seem...close." Sam finally said, thinking about how the two of you bickered like an old married couple.

"No, no, no. I mean, we're close, but she's my...we're...we're partners, just partners. She has my back, and I have hers." Dean said, not looking at Sam as he rifled through his bag.

Sam nodded, "I'm glad you have someone, and I'm really glad it's her." he said, a sad smile on his face as he thought about how close the two of you used to be. "I kinda think she hates me." Sam breathed out.

Dean stopped searching through his bag and looked over at his brother, "She doesn't hate you. She...Y/N doesn't forgive so easily. You know that. When you left and cut her out, it hurt her, and once you hurt her she puts up this wall, and it's hard to get her to drop it." Dean said. "An apology probably wouldn't hurt, though. It would be a start." he added.

Sam chuckled, "I'm a little scared to talk to her." he admitted, you hadn't exactly been very welcoming to him.

Dean laughed out loud, "She can be a little scary when she's mad." he said before looking over at Sam, "She loves you, Sammy, but you...you hurt her, and it's going to take her some time to come around. If you really want things to get back to the way they were between the two of you then you're just gonna have to talk to her, and make an effort." he said, just as the door to the bathroom opened and you stepped out.

"Thanks for my bag. It's all yours." you said, toweling off your wet hair.

Dean grabbed his clothes from his bag and started for the bathroom, but Sam spoke up and stopped him, "Hey, Dean." he said, waiting for Dean to look at him. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry." he said.

Dean held up his hand, "No chick flick moments." he said, causing you and Sam to laugh.

"All right, Jerk." Sam said.

"Bitch." Dean said, a sad smile coming to your face as you were instantly transported to the past, memories of the three of you growing up together flashing through your mind.

You sat down on the end of the bed, neither you or Sam saying anything to each other. Sam kept trying to work up the nerve to talk to you, apologize for how things were between the two of you now, and tell you that he knew it was his fault, but he just couldn't do it. Every time he would start to speak he would chicken out, afraid of what you would say back. You always did have a sharp tongue.

Sam was pacing back and forth, holding his phone, finally sitting down on the bed as he listened to a voicemail.

You were laying on the end of one of the beds, waiting for Dean to get out of the shower, your stomach grumbling loudly, causing Sam to look up at you.

Dean finally came out of the bathroom, and grabbed his jacket from the bed beside you before shrugging it on one shoulder, "Hey, guys. I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You guys want anything?" he asked looking between you and Sam.

Your stomach growled loudly, answering for you and Dean held out his hand to you, a smile on his face. "Guess I could eat." you said as he pulled you to your feet.

"Sam?" Dean asked.

"No." he replied, busy on the phone.

"Aframian's buying." you said, trying to entice him.

Sam just shook his head, "Mm-mmm." he hummed out, too worried about the message.

You and Dean walked out of the room, Dean pulling his jacket the rest of the way on as the two of you crossed the parking lot. You noticed a police car and grabbed onto Dean's arm, turning your head to see two officers talking to the motel clerk before the clerk pointed to you and Dean.

"Fuck." you whispered, squeezing his arm as you thought about how screwed you guys were.

Dean pulled out his phone, "Dude, five-oh, take off." he said, alerting Sam.

You couldn't hear what Sam was saying, but Dean quickly spoke up, "Uh, they kinda spotted us. Go find Dad." he said before hanging up the phone and turning to face the officers, a smile on his face.

"Problem, Officers?" you asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Where's your other partner?" the officer asked.

"Other partner? What, what other partner?" Dean asked, pretending he had no clue what he was talking about.

The officer glanced over his shoulder and jerked his thumb towards the motel room, signaling for the other officer to check it out. You and Dean watched as the officer headed to the room, and both of you began to fidget.

"So, fake US Marshals, fake credit cards, you two got anything that's real?" he asked, looking between the two of you.

"Her boobs." Dean said, a grin on his face.

You internally cursed him before deciding to just go along with him, "You're damn right, they are. So, are his." you said, mirroring the grin on his face.

The officer didn't find either one of you funny and you were both being slammed down on the hood of the police car a few moments later.

"Hey, don't be so fuckin' rough with her." Dean said, not happy with how roughly you were being handled.

"I mean, usually the guy at least has to buy me a drink before he gets me into cuffs." you sassed, as you were being cuffed.

Sheriff Pierce entered the room you and Dean were being held in holding a box. He set the box down on the table before taking the seat across from the two of you.

"So, either one of you want to tell us your real names?" the sheriff asked.

"I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent." Dean said, the sheriff shaking his head before looking over at you.

"Joan Jett." you calmly said.

"I'm not sure you guys realize just how much trouble you're in here." Sheriff Pierce warned.

"We talkin', like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?" Dean asked.

"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. The two of you are officially suspects." he said.

"That makes sense, because when the first one went missing in 82 he was three, and I wasn't even born yet." you argued.

"I know you've got partners. One of 'em's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So, tell me, Dean, Y/N." Sheriff Pierce said, as you tried to remain indifferent to the fact that he knew your names, watching as he tossed down a brown leather covered journal, "This his?"

Both of you stared at it as Sheriff Pierce started to flip through the journal, "I thought that might be your names. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out, I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy." he said, you and Dean both leaning forward for a closer look. "But I found this, too." he said opening the journal to a page that read, "Dean Y/N 35-111". "Now, you're stayin' right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." he said.

"I don't know how many times I got to tell you. It's our high school locker combo. We shared and she could never remember it." he said, again.

"We gonna do this all night long?" the sheriff asked, annoyed that the two of you had held out this long.

A deputy walked into the room before either one of you could answer him, "We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road." he said.

Sheriff Pierce looked at the two of you, "Either one of you have to go to the bathroom?" he asked, both you and Dean shook your heads in unison. "Good." he said before grabbing your left hand and cuffing it to the table, gesturing for the deputy to throw him another pair of cuffs as he took your right hand and handcuffed you to Dean before leaving the room.

You waited until they were both out of the room before pulling your right hand, and Dean towards you. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked.

"I got a bobby pin in my bra." you said, trying to move your hand to get it.

"A bobby pin?" Dean asked, a bright smile on his face.

"Yeah, reach in there and get it." you said, turning to face him.

Dean quickly took his free hand and ran it under your shirt, groping around in search of the pin, "Oh, come on, Dean. Now, is not the time to cop a feel. It's on the left cup by the strap." you instructed, Dean quickly grabbing it and pulling his hand free.

He had the two of you out of cuffs in no time, both of you watching through the window to see when you could make your break for it. Dean pulled you out of sight as the deputy approached the door. Once the coast was clear, the two of you escaped down the fire escape, Dean carrying John's journal with him.

The two of you managed to find a phone booth and Dean quickly dialed Sam.

"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." he said, as you were trying to catch your breath.

"You're welcome." Sam said, a grin on his face.

"Listen, we gotta talk." Dean started to say before Sam cut in.

"Tell me about it. So, the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white, and she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop." Sam rambled out.

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean asked.

"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam said, still not listening to Dean.

You jerked the phone from his hand, "Well, that's what he is trying to tell you. John's gone. He left Jericho." you said before passing the phone back to Dean.

"What? Y/N, how do you know?" Sam asked, still thinking he was talking to you.

"We've got his journal." Dean said.

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam said.

"Yeah, well he did this time." you said, able to hear what Sam was saying.

"What's it say?" Sam asked.

"Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going." Dean answered.

"Coordinates. Where to?" Sam asked.

"We're not sure yet." Dean replied.

"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam asked, the sound of screeching tires ringing out afterward.

"Sam? Sam!" Dean yelled into the phone, panic on his face at Sam's silence.

You and Dean got to Constance's house as quickly as you could, both of you spotting Sam inside the Impala, what you assumed was Constance on top of him. You raised your gun and fired off a shot, shattering the window and startling Constance. You and Dean approached the vehicle, Dean shooting now, until Constance disappeared, giving Sam enough time to sit up and start the car.

"I'm taking you home." Sam said, before driving the car through the house, both you and Dean staring after the car.

The two of you hurried inside through the wreckage, Dean making his way to the passenger side of the car, "Sam! Sam! You okay?" he asked.

"I think." Sam said, in a daze.

"Can you move?" you asked, looking in at him.

"Yeah, help me." Sam replied, Dean leaning in through the window to give Sam a hand.

"There you go." Dean said as he helped Sam from the car.

"Guys." you said, your attention on Constance who was looking at a photograph.

All three of you were looking at her now, and she glared at you before throwing the picture to the ground, a large bureau scooting towards the three of you and pinning you against the car. The lights began to flicker and Constance looked around, scared as water started to pour down the staircase. You watched as she walked over, a boy and girl standing at the top of the stairs.

"You've come home to us, Mommy." they said, in unison, holding hands.

Constance looks at them, distraught, and suddenly they are behind her. They embrace her tightly and she screams, her image starting to flicker in a surge of energy. She is still screaming as her and the two children melt into a puddle in the floor, giving Sam and Dean the chance to push the bureau over and free you.

"So, this is where she drowned the kids." Dean said, you and Sam nodding in agreement.

"That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them." Sam said.

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." you said, slapping Sam on the chest where he had been injured.

Sam laughed through the pain, "Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you two. What were you guys thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freaks?" Sam asked.

"Hey, we saved your ass." Dean said before leaning over to look at the car. "I'll tell you another thing, If you screwed up my car." he said before twisting to look at Sam, "I'll kill you."

The three of you were back in the Impala, tearing down the road. Sam had the journal open to the coordinates John had left you and Dean, a ruler in his hand and a flashlight tucked between his chin and shoulder. You raised up and grabbed the flashlight, holding it up for him so he could figure out where John went.

"Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." he said, you and Dean nodding.

"Sounds charming." you said, as you looked down at the map.

"How far?" Dean asked, glancing over at Sam.

"About six hundred miles." Sam answered.

"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Dean said, causing Sam to give him a hesitant look.

"Dean." you breathed out, knowing how upset he was going to be that Sam wasn't going to come with you guys.

"You're not going." Dean said.

"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there." Sam said.

"Yeah. Yeah, whatever." Dean said before glancing over at Sam. "We'll take you home."

The car came to a stop in front of Sam's apartment, Dean still frowning as Sam got out and you took his spot.

Sam leaned down and looked through your window, "You guys will call me if you find him?" Sam asked, you and Dean nodding your heads. "And maybe I can meet up with you guys later, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, all right." Dean said.

Sam patted the car door twice and turned away. Dean leaned over you, one arm going over the back of the seat, "Sam?" he called out, causing Sam to turn around. "You know, the three of us made a hell of a team back there." he said.

"Yeah." Sam said as he looked at the two of you.

Dean leaned back over in his seat and was getting ready to pull off when you stopped him, "Wait!" you yelled, jumping from the car.

You ran towards Sam, "Sam!" you yelled, Sam turning to face you. You didn't say anything else as you ran up to him and threw your arms around him, squeezing him tightly as you buried your face in his chest.

Sam was shocked, and was almost hesitant to return your hug, but he quickly came to his senses and wrapped you in his arms, "I'm so sorry, Y/N." he said, against the top of your head. "I screwed up."

You pulled back and looked up at him, "Yeah, you did." you said, shaking your head. "Learn from your mistake and don't be a stranger, ok." you said, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away from him. "Love ya, Sammy." you said, a smile on your face, before turning to head back to the car.

"Love you, too." Sam said, under his breath as he watched you and Dean drive away.

You and Dean were silent as you drove away from Sam's apartment, the situation not sitting right with either of you. You watched as Dean gripped the wheel before quickly turning the car around.

"What are you doing?" you asked, bracing yourself.

"Something's not right." he said, as he sped back to Sam's apartment.

The car came to a quick stop in front of Sam's apartment and Dean jumped from the car, you following quickly behind him.

"Y/N, stay here." he warned, and for once you didn't argue with him.

You were leaning against the side of the car when you noticed the flames, everything in you itching to go inside and find them. They all should have been out by now. You were pacing nervously by the side of the car when you finally noticed Dean dragging Sam from the building, no Jess, just Sam and your heart sank.

You were standing next to Sam at the trunk of the car, neither one of you saying anything to each other as Dean watched the firemen and police rushing around the scene. Dean finally walked over to you and Sam, you standing between the two of them as Sam loaded a shotgun. Dean looked down at the trunk, then over to you and Sam, whose face was set in desperate anger. Sam looked up, sighed, then nodded at the two of you before tossing the shotgun into the trunk.

"We got work to do." Sam said, before shutting the trunk.

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golbrocklovely · 5 years ago

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the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter nine

A/N: hey yall sorry it’s been a hot minute since i posted a new chapter of this story. i’ve been really unmotivated to write but i’m finally in the mood again and so i finished this chapter and i plan to write out some more of some of my other stories too. so hopefully i can post another chapter soon, no guarantees tho. hope you enjoy this chapter! let me know what you think :)

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taglist: @far-to-many-bands , @idfk-tbh-oops , @muted-mayham , @ughwhyislifesohard , @justtanerd , @ashyoungxblood , @cmburgos

trigger warning: cursing, mentions of: wound, fighting, vampire powers, blood

word count: 1594

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After the Caleb incident, it was hard to get back to my regular life. Staying at the Trapp Haus became a nuisance: not being able to sleep between the hours of nine P.M. to two A.M., the constant cases Sam, Colby, and Jake would take caused them to really never be home, my job being far enough away that commuting was a bitch, and the fact that Kat was staying over more frequently since her and Sam had gotten together.

I wasn't sure why but Kat was extremely standoffish towards me. Ever since we both felt that spark or shock, it's like she's tried her best to stay clear of me, which is hard to do in such a small apartment.

Plus, I've been having dreams about her. In them, I see her using powers, but not the one she has. She's almost like a witch, casting spells and saving us. We're always fighting something, but I can never tell what it is. It's always just a black blur but it kills us off, one by one, leaving me last.

So... moving out of the Trapp Haus was probably the best decision for me.

After a week of not seeing everyone, I decided I had to go back. I needed to know what was happening with Cyrus. I hadn’t seen or heard anything about him so I wondered if maybe he left, or disappeared for good.

As I entered the apartment, I saw Colby and Mike sitting on the couch. They both looked up at me, Colby standing up first. “Oh good. We were just talking about you.”

“Don’t you know when you speak of the devil, she appears?” Mike deadpanned.

I sent a glare towards Mike, turning my attention back to Colby. “What do we need to talk about?”

“Mike and I were talking, and we believe that you might be in danger.” Colby’s voice lowered.

“Like more danger than before?” I gasped.

Colby sighed, nodding his head. “Yes. There has been an overall spike of killings in the city, particularly in areas that Cyrus used to hang out in. The difference is… the bodies aren’t drained.”

“Couldn’t that just be a regular killer than and not a vampire?” I questioned.

“It’s highly unlikely. Mike checked out one of the cites earlier today and the body was torn to shreds.” Colby remarked.

“Nothing a human could do,” Mike hid a devilish smirk. “But a vampire… easily.”

“So, it has to be Cyrus. Why though?” I crossed my arms uncomfortably.

“Vampires don’t kill for the hell of it, and to waste that much blood would be stupid. So, most likely, he is putting himself into a bloodlust state. When a vampire barely feeds but keeps killing, he will begin to lose his mind. Once he picks a target and attacks, he’ll be almost unstoppable.” Mike informed.

I sputtered. “He’s doing this because of me.”

Colby moved closer to me. “He’s getting ready to kill you. So that’s why we gotta teach you how to defend yourself. How to fight.”

I took a step back. “Wait, if Cyrus is getting ready to attack me, why hasn't he yet? I've been home for over a week.”

Mike grinned, walking towards the apartment’s front door. “Colby's been watching over you. Like an emo guardian angel.”

My eyes widened, turning to Colby. “What?”

Colby glared at Mike quickly, clearing his throat. “I-um. Sam told me to. Besides, I don't really sleep at night anyway.”

“Whatever you say brother.” Mike responded, opening the door and starting down the stairs.

“Like... every night?” I whispered, glancing at Colby.

“C'mon lovebirds! We're burning daylight.” Mike laughed.

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“Is there a reason why you guys had to take me to an abandon warehouse?” I questioned.

I glanced around at the dirty building, some windows were smashed out or boarded up. Surprisingly there were lights in the place, but somehow the warehouse was still dark. As we walked into the center of the open space, a table with stakes and needle-less syringes sat next to a punching bag that was badly dented and taped up. Laid out on the ground was a wore-out mat.

“The apartment is too small to fight in. This is where we go to fight and practice.” Colby explained.

Mike flexed his muscles, flashing his fangs at me. “How you think we got this ripped?”

I rolled my eyes. “Right.”

Colby grabbed a stake from the table and tossed it to me. “I want you to square off against Mike. He’s extremely good at fighting, very similar to Cyrus.”

“And… you’re just gonna stand there?” I sassed.

“I’m gonna coach you. Watch what you’re doing and tell you what you can do better at.” Colby stated.

“Alright.” I took a deep breath and walked towards Mike, gripping the stake in my hand. I raised my hands up, staring Mike down.

Mike chuckled. “Come on Jade.”

He began to run at vampire speed, appearing at one random spot of the warehouse and moving to the next, slowly getting closer to me. Finally, he stopped back in front of me, smirking.

“Let’s go.”

For the next hour, Mike and I fought on and off. I would throw as many punches and kicks as I could, but Mike always had the upper hand. Being as fast as he was, it was easy for him to see my next move before even I could. I was getting more and more pissed off, I could feel my heart banging in my eardrums.

I think to some degree this was my advantage.

Mike originally was very playful in how he was fighting, seeing me as an easy target, but as we kept fighting, I could tell something was starting to get off with him. I wasn't sure what it was, but his eyes were dark. Intense.

He looked lost in thought for a moment, and this was my chance to take him.

I elbowed him in the ribcage as he wrapped his arms around my body from behind. I took my foot and put it behind his ankle, pulling him over my shoulder and flipping him onto the ground. With the stake shoved up against his chest, I stared down at him angrily.

"There!" Colby exclaimed. "You got it!"

I turned my head to Colby smiling. I exhaled deeply as I tried to catch my breath, my stance still over Mike. As I glanced back down at him, he yanked the stake out of my hand abruptly, shoving it forward into my side.

I shouted out in pain, covering my side. I fell to the ground as Mike jolted up.

"What the fuck Mike?! What was that for?" Colby hollered.

Mike shrugged. "She needs to learn to keep her eyes on who she's fighting."

"You didn't need to... hurt.. her." Colby trailed off, his voice falling to a whisper.

I stared up at the both of them, their bodies turning towards me. Mike's face changed suddenly. His eyes became crimson in color, veins slowly pulsing down from under them. His fangs extended, his mouth watering. Colby gulped, his eyes slowly doing the same.

I looked at my hand that was clutching my side, blood covering it. The slice from the stake had become a large gash, blood soaking my shirt without me even realizing it.

Mike took one step towards me. Colby grabbed his arm. "Don't."

“What do you mean 'don't'? Aren't you curious?” Mike hissed.

“About what Mike?” Colby glared at my wound, unable to move himself.

Mike retorted. “Why she smells so much better than any other human? Why her blood made Caleb stronger that night? Don't you wanna try some? Don’t you wanna know?”

Colby shook his head. “No, Mike. We're better than that.”

“Yeah but I'm really hungry. And so are you.” Mike grunted.

“Please don't.” I whimpered, trying to back away.

“Why don't we do it? Together?” Mike grabbed Colby by the shoulders. “We don't have to drain her dry, we can leave her alive and just keep getting stronger and stronger whenever we want. Come on, Colby. I know you crave her.”

Mike whipped around towards me again, smirking as he sauntered over.

"No Mike please! Stop!" I pleaded.

Colby jumped in front of Mike, his voice a demonic growl. "Snap out of it!"

He swung at Mike, fist landing into his jaw and launching Mike half way across the warehouse. Mike’s body slammed onto the ground, the noise echoing off the walls. Mike jumped up, staring Colby down.

"Leave. Get something to eat from someone willing." Colby demanded, guarding me.

Mike glanced at me for a moment and then disappeared.

I breathed heavy for a moment, unable to calm myself.

Colby suddenly moved, walking over to the table and grabbing a first aid kit. His eyes landed on mine. His face was normal again, no signs of hunger anywhere.

"Do you want me to patch you up or do you think you can do it?" He asked quietly.

"I-I can do it." I stuttered.

He nodded his head. He stepped towards me again and lightly placed the kit on the ground.

"I'll wait outside for you." Colby motioned.

"Okay." I mumbled.

A silence fell over as neither one of us moved. I exhaled and grabbed the kit as he began to walk away. As I opened it, he spoke again.

"I'm sorry. I wouldn't... have hurt you." He admitted.

I gazed up towards him, my breath suddenly gone. Then in a flash, so was he.

<< CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 10 >>

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kaspbrak-tozier-reddie · 5 years ago

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I loved your Part 2 of the Spencer/Reader S14 fic. I would love to see a Part 3! Those two need to get their act together!!! Talk it all out.

So I may have given a more sad ending than you all might’ve anticipated. I hope you guys like it any way 😬😬

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After that encounter with the old team, 7 months ago, she had cut all ties. It broke her heart but seeing and talking to Garcia about the team or Spencer in general broke her. She wanted to forget, forget about her old life at Quantico, forget about Spencer and JJ and forget the weak naive woman she once was.

Ever since leaving, Y/N had learnt how to stand up for herself. If she wasn’t needed in another city the she would tell her boss that she can work from home. There are rules for her job and she is well within her rights to say that she’d be better off at home.

If it were a more complex case where both her and tech analyst, Frankie, were needed. She would take her son, Luke, with her.

Bit something within those previous 7 months made her really think. She thought anout cutting all ties with Garcia. She missed the sweet short woman. She also wanted to patch things up with Spencer.

She reached out to Garcia a week ago and Garcia was over the moon. Though she hasn’t fully forgiven Y/N just yet.

“Baby, I’m home!” Y/N’s new boyfriend called. Jake was a tech analyst from the bureau, they work in different areas, he works in fraud while she works in homicide.

“In the office.” Y/N called.

“New case?” Jake asked.

“No, I’m thinking of trying to patch things up with Garcia and my son’s father.” She replied.

“Wasn’t he acting like a dick?”

“Unfortunately, but I want to try one more attempt and I’m taking Luke.”

“I understand.”

“Come with me. Garcia wants to meet you.” Jake smiled slightly and nodded. After a few adjustments of tickets, Y/N moves off the chair and kisses her boyfriend.

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As they roll their luggage to where Garcia was waiting, Y/N spotted the all too familiar tall brunette. She halted and a breath caught in her throat.

Jake gave her a look and nodded as if to say that ‘yes, it’s Spencer’. Luke jumped from Y/N’s arms and straight to the brunette who pushed the young boy away.

Fury took over Jake. Even though he’d only been with Y/N for 6 months, he treated Luke as if he were is own. Watching someone do that to a young child, especially his own, made Jake pissed!

It made him even more pissed off when Luke started to cry!

“Really?! Spencer right?” Jake asked, a hint of a tone in his voice.

“Yes i am.” Spencer responded. “Who are you?!”

“Y/N’s boyfriend!” Y/N was scolding herself for bringing Jake along.

“Okay enough Jake. Please.” Y/N said, Jake backs down. “I thought that maybe something would’ve changed Spencer. This was a mistake. I’m sorry PG but um, we’re going home.”

“Your home is here with me!” Spencer said.

Anger bottled up inside Y/N. She never once expected Spencer to do this. It was everything they both hated. He was becoming more and more like his father.

“Here? No. I have a new life back in Florida. I want you to have a relationship with your son but clearly that was a mistake. I have made effort after effort with you and I am glad that my custody battle with you will soon be heard at court!” Y/N states.

She drags Luke and Jake away from Penelope and Spencer, making her way towards the counter to rebook their flight to Tampa. She was fighting back tears not wanting to draw attention to herself. Jake tried comforting her but it wasn’t working.

He knew that Spencer meant a lot to her. She couldn’t let him go because of their child. Jake wanted to make Spencer see the hurt he’s caused her but alas! That would only make the problem worse for Y/N.

****

7 weeks later and Y/N and Jake are sitting outside the court room. “You’ll be okay, they will see that you have made efforts. We even have the CCTV footage of Spencer pushing Luke away!” Jake reassures Y/N. He held her tightly, letting her sob into his chest.

“Y/L/N versus Reid.” A clerk man announces, meaning that they were allowed in.

Y/N and Jake walk in with their lawyer close behind. Y/N and her lawyer take a seat at the table before the judge. She looked back towards Jake who gave her a thumbs up, she smiled weakly.

“All rise!” The judge calls, every person (the lawyers, the parents, the witnesses and the judge) in the court room stands. “Please be seated)

As the trial proceeded the judge collected all the evidence and more and more evidence piled up against Spencer.

Even though Y/N left the state with Luke she did everything she could think of to get Spencer and Luke together. The fact that her entire team from Quantico are on her side besides JJ and Tara said a lot.

Witness after witness took the stand and by then the judge didn’t really need to hear either side’s story. But they still did.

“Ms Y/L/N, i hearby grant you full custody if Luke Thomas Y/L/N. Court dismissed.” The judge taps his gavel.

Y/N bounds forward towards Jake and hugs him tightly letting a few tears of joy fall from her eyes.

Spencer stood there dumbfounded. He gave every fact known to man, every reason and alibi as to why he couldn’t see his son. Yet she won and he’s never allowed to see him, his own son!

He contemplated that day at the airport. He fucked up her friendship with Garcia and fucked up bonding with his son. Why? Because he was pissed off that Spencer was kicked off a that case in Florida!

He hated her! Relief washed over him as it dawned on him that he’d never have to see her again.

But he did want to see his son one last time. Hold him and tell him to behave for his mother.

What he didn’t know was that Luke hated his father for not giving him a hug or acknowledging him. After years of having no paternal figure, he longer for it. He saw photos of him and Spencer. But Spencer ruined that bond.

Luke was as smart as Spencer. He’s 3 now and can read small chapter books. Y/N was almost in tears when Luke came into her room with one of her old children’s chapter books.

He wasn’t like a normal toddler. He knew the social cues. And when his father pushed him away, Luke knew that he wasn’t wanted. He tuned into every conversation that his mum had with her friends and learnt how much his dad didn’t want to see him.

Spencer didn’t know the pain he caused to his son. But Y/N? Y/N did.

She had to tell her already crying son that his dad will not visit him. It broke her heart but she couldn’t let him grow up thinking his dad loved him. She knew that Luke got Spencer’s brain so he’d know she was lying. It pained her to tell him the truth but it was better than havjng him hate her as well.

***

As they exited the room Soencer pulled her back. “Can i uh, see him one last time?” Spencer asked quietly.

“No Spencer! You had you chance and he’s already figured out so much. He has you brain Spencer and because of it, it’s caused him so much pain. He knows what you did.” And with that Y/N leaves collected her little boy in her arms as he ran from the social works grip.

She peppered his luscious golden hair in kisses hugging him tightly. “You won’t get rid of me that easily baby. I love you so much!” Y/N whispered in his ear.

“I love you too mummy.” Luke said.

Spencer watched as Y/N and Luke hugged each other not wanting to let go. It was the final hit that shattered his already aching heart.

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softboywriting · 6 years ago

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Falling For You | Shawn Mendes Fic

Summary: You’re Shawn’s personal assistant and after a misunderstanding with fans he get the idea that you could be his fake girlfriend to avoid being roped into a messy publicity stunt with a girl he doesn’t like. The thing about that is, both of you have feelings for each other that are less than fake and acting on them while pretending brings out the truth.

Word Count: 11k

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The moment you check into your hotel room and get settled Shawn is knocking on the door that joined your rooms. You open it and roll your eyes at him because you figure he’s just up to his usual shenanigans. He always did this when hotel rooms had shared doors. You think he secretly liked the idea of sharing a room even though he always insisted he hated sharing them.

“Yes? How can I help you?” you ask in your most formal voice, teasing him.

“Can you do something for me?” Shawn asks as he pulls his ring off his finger. It’s the one with the two overlapping feathers that he had gotten in Japan last year. He never took it off. Not even to shower as far as you knew.

Your eyes go to his hand and then to his face. Okay this wasn’t a joke, he was seriously asking you to do something for him. “Yeah, what’s wrong?” you ask as he holds his hand out with the ring in it.

“I want you to hold on to this while we’re doing the press tour here.”

“What?” You look down at his ring and he back up at him. “Shawn, you never take that off. What’s going on? Did something happen?”

Shawn pushes the ring into your hand and curls his fingers over yours. “Last time I was in Europe for a while I ended up losing my other one. Remember how fucked up I was?”

You shake your head. “I wasn’t here for that. I do remember you telling me you lost it though. But are you sure? I mean if you never take it off then how could you lose it?”

“Please,” Shawn says softly, squeezing your fingers a bit. “Just humor me and hold on to it.” You sigh and agree to do as he asks. If would give him a piece of mind what would holding on to it for a few weeks hurt?

_______________

Four days. That’s how long it took before fans noticed his ring was missing from his hand and that it was on a chain around your neck. You thought nothing of putting it on a chain you picked up in a corner store for a couple bucks. You just figured it was safer on you than sitting in your luggage in the hotel. Big mistake.

First, fans noticed it was gone from Shawn’s possession. That sparked a huge discussion across multiple social media platforms. You had seen everything from theories that he lost it, gave it to someone, or left it at home. Shawn didn’t bother to address the topic as it wasn’t that big of a deal to him. He knew where it was. That was what mattered.

Then...then you were pulling off a hoodie you had been wearing because it was getting pretty warm that afternoon and you happen to be wearing a v-neck shirt that showed the necklace. For some reason a couple fans snapped pictures of you and someone pointed out that you had the ring. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. You were his personal assistant, you had his things on you all the time. This wasn’t anything new. Hell, you carried his wallet and his phone sometimes, it wasn’t a big deal.

But to fans that ring meant something. It meant something that you had it and you were wearing it around your neck. That ‘something’ was that you and Shawn were hooking up. Which was not the case at all, but try telling that to an irrational fan who thinks Shawn owes them his loyalty. Go on. Try.

So here you are now, standing in Shawn’s hotel room with Andrew and Geoff parked on the small couch near the window while Shawn laid out on the bed with a pillow over his face.

“This is insane,” Shawn groans. “Why is this such a big deal? It’s just a ring! She’s just wearing it to keep it safe like I asked her!”

“Yes, we know. You’ve told us at least a dozen times now,” Jake says with an eye roll. “Have you tweeted about it yet? Maybe if you explain the situation...”

Shawn pulls the pillow from his face and cuts Jake a glare. “As if that would help. I hardly think tweeting anything will calm down ravenous fans.”

“Then just take it back and wear it,” Andrew says as he flips thru his phone, reading more theories and things of that sort. “She won’t have it. Problem solved.”

“Yeah but then you’ll open a whole new can of worms. People will just think he took it back to calm down the drama. They’re still going to think we’re dating...fucking...whatever they think we’re doing. The damage is done,” you sigh defeatedly.

“So we just wait it out?” Jake asks.

“Yeah pretty much,” you shrug and sit on the bed next to Shawn.

“Well, I’m done worrying about it then. Ignore it and it will go away right?” Jake says as he and Andrew stand up. Andrew just sighs and shakes his head as he agrees half heartedly. “Let’s go get dinner. You guys wanna come or do you want us to get anything?”

“I’m good,” Shawn grumbles and you just shake your head. The two of them leave and as soon as the door clicks closed Shawn grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you back to lay beside him. “What if we were a thing?” he asks.

_______________

Rolling onto your side, you just stare at Shawn. He couldn’t be serious. The idea of the two of you being a thing makes your heart race and you don’t know why. Sure you’ve had a crush on Shawn before, who hasn’t? But you put it in the past, putting your job before that nonsense. You made sure not to mix your feelings with your work. Shawn and all the guys on his team and all of his friends were off limits. No way no how. You were not going to get messy like that.

“You can’t be serious, Shawn.”

Shawn rolls on his side to face you and suddenly your heart skips and you wish it wouldn’t do that. “I don’t mean like for real. I mean just for show.”

His words make your heart sink, but in a good way? Or was it a disappointed way? This was already going to be bad. Shawn should just stop talking. Him and his sweet smile, soft eyes and gentle words would make you do almost anything. He had to be stopped.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea for like a thousand reasons. Why would you want a fake girlfriend?”

Shawn sighs, rolling back on to his back. “Andrew and Justin want me to get involved with this girl Cailey. Remember that dinner meeting I had to go to a few weeks ago? It was about the two of us pretending to date or something. It’s supposed to help me stir up interest for the new album and she benefits by getting attention for her modeling career and stuff.”

“Are you serious? Shawn, didn’t you say no?”

“I tried to. I mean I told them I didn’t want to do it but her manager was pushy. We’re on the verge of a decision and it’s out of my control. I don’t like her though, I don’t even want to be around her. She is actually the worst person ever.”

You reach over and lay your hand on Shawn’s chest. “It’s not a good idea. Andrew isn’t going to buy it, and I sure as hell don’t think Justin will. They’re going to know it’s not real.”

“I can convince them. We can convince them. Please, I’ve never asked for something so important before, I need this.”

“I could lose my job. I-I don’t know Shawn...”

Shawn grabs your hand and holds it over his heart. “You’re the only one who can help me. The interest is already there, the suspicions from fans and media. We just have to supposedly slip up and kiss in public or something and Andrew will think we were just lying to him. I’ll make sure you don’t lose your job.”

You curl your fingers into his shirt and he looks at you, eyes begging you to say yes. You take a deep breath and close your eyes as you lean into him and press your head against his shoulder. This was so goddamn risky, but you weren’t going to standby and watch him suffer a PR stunt for months on end with a girl he didn’t like.

“Please,” Shawn whispers and you relax your hand against his chest.

“Alright. Fine. We’ll do this, but you really have to help me sell it. I want the whole nine yards, the whole girlfriend experience with the one and only Shawn Mendes.”

Shawn chuckles and runs his hand through your hair, bringing your head closer so he can kiss the top of it. “You got yourself a deal. I promise I’ll keep you safe if it all goes to shit.”

“You better.”

“I promise I will.”

You let out a sigh and lean back to look at him just to see he’s smiling like an idiot. “So what do we do first?”

“You wanna get dinner? I think being together without the team might stir up some more rumors. Why not start now?”

“Seems innocent enough, but do you think Andrew will just get pissed we went out among the current rumors.”

Shawn sits up and crawls off the bed. “That’s what I want. I want him to be annoyed but suspicious. Then we can ‘accidentally’ kiss in a few days or something and really get Andrew to buy it.”

You get up and grab your shoes from where you toed them off by the door earlier. “When you kiss me you better warn me, and no tongue.”

“What! Oh come on you can’t ask for the whole girlfriend experience and forbid tongue,” Shawn chuckles. He walks over to you and stops you against the wall beside the door. “We have to sell it, y’know?” he says as he makes a lewd licking motion inches from your face.

“God you’re gross,” you laugh and he grins.

“What? You think my tongue is gross?”

You shrug and slide away from him to grab the door handle. “I think you’re gross in general.”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t I believe that for one second?”

You open the door and head out toward the elevator and Shawn follows close behind you. “I don’t know, maybe because you’re a weirdo? You’re totally gross.”

Shawn pushes you as you step into the elevator, causing you to stumble forward. “Hey!” you yelp and he walks you against the back wall. Just like that, he’s up against you, pinning you in with his forearms on the wall behind you, face leaned down only inches from yours. His breath is hot and your heart is racing. It was too real. There weren’t even people around. What was he doing? Why was he doing this?

“Save it for the cameras,” you mutter, swallowing thickly. Your eyes dart between his mouth and his eyes as you try to read him. Either he was a really good actor or he was actually turned on and really wanted to kiss you.

The bell dings on the elevator, signalling your arrival at the lobby. Shawn leans in and you think he’s about to kiss you but he doesn’t. He licks your cheek and pushes off the wall to run out of the elevator and into the lobby. You’re left standing there with a wet cheek and a heart that was about to explode. A second passes and you snap back to reality just in time to rush out of the elevator to see Shawn waiting for you by the doors looking smug as hell. If this was Shawn’s idea of a fake relationship, you were screwed.

_______________

You and Shawn found a diner that served some local dishes and each of you tried something you could hardly pronounce. Both dishes ended up being really good and you were pleasantly surprised. Dinner wound down and it didn’t seem like anyone had noticed the two of you, which was the goal of course. So Shawn suggests going for a walk, saying there was a park not too far away that he remembered driving by on the way to the hotel when you all arrived.

So here you are walking side by side as the sun goes down and basks the budding trees and soft grass in a golden glow. Spring in Sweden was absolutely gorgeous, if not a little chilly in the evening.

Shawn bumps his hand against yours and you bite your lip, looking the other way at a tree that had little white flowers all over it. He does it again and you twitch your fingers against his. It’s permission enough and he slides his hand into yours. It’s warm and you find your fingers sliding into the spaces between his.

“No one is around,” you mutter and he squeezes tight.

“You never know when someone will appear.”

You swing your hand and he chuckles. “I think you just like holding my hand.”

“Nah, I’m just trying to sell our relationship.” He grins and lifts your arm up and spins you around out in front of him. You twirl around, ducking under his arm and he pulls you back in close.

“I’m kind of cold,” you say with a small shiver.

“I can fix that.”

Shawn drops your hand and steps back to take off his denim jacket he has on over his pink hoodie. You reach for the jacket and he shakes his head, dropping it on the ground to pull his hoodie up and over his head with both hands.

“This will be warmer,” he says passing you the hoodie and picking up his jacket to put back on.

You slide your arms in and pull the soft pink fabric over you head. It’s a little loose on you but it’s warm, very warm. Shawn was like a furnace and you had no idea how he didn’t over heat every ten minutes when he wore layers.

Shawn looks past you and you turn to look at whatever he was staring at. There is a small group of girls standing by some trees nearby with their phones out. You look back at Shawn and he’s smiling, knowing everything was falling into place.

“You can come over here!” Shawn yells, waving at the girls. They giggle and jog over, chattering excitedly to themselves as they approached. You step back, staying quiet as they fawn over Shawn.

“Can we get a picture?” they ask and Shawn smiles.

“Yeah, of course. Here, give me your phone,” Shawn says and takes the first girl’s phone. He angles it so you’re in the background and snaps the picture. He does this for each girl, making sure you were visible in almost every photo. He was such a little shit. He knew exactly how to play this game and you were almost shocked at how good he was.

A couple of the girls keep glancing at you and then talking quietly. They weren’t even discreet. You knew they were talking about you. Shawn finishes signing one girl’s phone case and looks over at you just as one of them asks, “Is that your assistant?”

“Yeah, she’s great. She keeps me on track and out of trouble,” Shawn chuckles, motioning for you to come closer. You do and he puts his arm around your shoulders. “She’s the best.”

“Is that your hoodie?” someone asks and you look at Shawn for an answer.

Shawn doesn't answer and instead he just grins and thanks the girls for being such great fans and says the two of you have to go now, that it was getting late. With that the two of you walk away and the girls go the opposite direction.

Once you’re out of earshot, Shawn leans down and whispers, “How long before Andrew sees those pictures do you think?”

“Oh god, less than a day.” You laugh and shake your head. “He’s going to kill us.”

“Probably.”

“We’re really doing this huh?”

Shawn pulls you close and rubs the top of your head, messing up your hair as you approach the rental car the two of you were using to get around the city. “We’re really doing this,” he says with a chuckle and you nod. You sure were doing this.

_______________

A few days pass and no one says anything to you or Shawn. Everything goes on as it usually did. You think Andrew just missed the pictures or something, or maybe he just didn’t care. Either way it’s bothering you and it’s all you can think about. So here you are, sitting all alone in the lounge at an after party for some european awards show that Shawn performed at and stress drinking a rum and coke.

The place was crawling with celebrities and usually you’d be near Shawn politely socializing, but you just can’t be bothered tonight. It was fine, you weren’t looking for a new client anyways, so socializing wasn’t top priority for you anymore. You could just sit and worry until Shawn was ready to leave.

“Hey, what are you doing over here all alone?” Shawn asks as he plops down on the loveseat beside you, interrupting your thoughts about how you were going to lie about your relationship with Shawn when someone inevitably asked.

“Avoiding people,” you laugh as you take a sip of your drink. You look around and shrug. “This just isn’t my scene anymore, you know that.”

Shawn leans his head against your shoulder and you lean your head against his hair. He smells like cologne and the floral scented product he used to style his mess of hair. It’s nice. Comforting.

“Do you wanna get out of here? I’m sure no one will notice if we slip out the back.”

“You really think no one is going to notice? I’m pretty sure people will think it’s strange that the guy who just put on an amazing performance just up and disappeared.”

Shawn shrugs and grabs your hand, standing and hauling you up against him. “This isn’t really my scene either, I don’t know these people that well.” He looks around the room and shakes his head. Almost everyone he knew was busy or had already left for another afterparty. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going sneak out the fire exit behind the bar and if anyone asks I’ll say I wasn’t feeling well so my assistant took me to the hotel.”

“This will never work,” you giggle and he just grins like a kid.

Before you know it you’re being pulled through the crowded after party and toward a door labeled emergency exit that was behind the bar counter. Shawn pulls you through the little opening on the bar without the bartender even noticing because he was too busy trying to get some girl’s number. Thankfully there isn’t an alarm on the door because you’re sure Shawn didn’t even consider that.

The second Shawn pushes the door open and the two of you step out into the alley behind the event center, you get soaked. It’s pouring rain and your dress clings to you as the water soaks in quickly causing little rivers to run down your arms, into your cleavage and down the back of your dress. You may as well have just stepped into a shower fully clothed.

Shawn runs out into the middle of the alley and puts his arms out with is head back as he spins in a circle. He yells into the night air and it’s swallowed up by the roar of the downpouring rain. You can’t help but laugh and he looks over, grinning like an idiot because he know you’re laughing at him.

He really is a sight to see. His hair is plastered to the sides of his head and forehead. The light gray suit he was wearing was dark charcoal gray now as it has become fully soaked, and you just know as soon as Lydia, his stylist, comes to pick it up in the morning that he’s going to get yelled at.

“It’s pouring! What are you doing!?” you yell over the increasingly loud thunder that rumbles in the distance.

Shawn splashed forward and grabs your hands, pulling you out into the middle of the alley and you step in a puddle that covers your shoes and you squeal as the cold water rushes over the tops of your feet. Every inch of you was soaked to the bone, and Shawn looked about as happy as a pig in mud. He lifts up some of your hair off your shoulder and smiles. To have him look at you like that...it made the line between a real and fake relationship pretty blurry.

“You look like a drowned rat.”

Your jaw drops. If anyone could ruin a moment it was this guy.

“Oh as if you look much better!” you scoff, running your hand through his hair and shaking it, just to watch the rain smooth it back down on his forehead immediately. “You look like a mop that’s been put up to dry in a rainstorm!”

Headlights light up the alley entrance a few feet away and you turn to look and see if it was someone coming down the roadway. They were just stopped at the stop sign on the corner before turning left down the alley adjacent. It was a reminder that someone might find you out there, and that you should get going and stop dilly dallying in the rain.

“We should call a cab or something,” you mutter as you attempt to wipe the water from your face but it’s no use.

“Let’s get somewhere dry first. I don’t think my phone is waterproof,” Shawn says as he pulls his very wet phone out of his very wet pocket. “Yeah, no, this is busted.”

You start to open your purse but immediately close it upon seeing what the rain has done to Shawn’s phone.

Shawn pockets his phone and walks toward the entrance of the alley. He looks up and down the street for any sort of shop that was still open at this time of night. Of course everything was dark but the streetlights.

You walk up behind him and take a look too before suggesting going back inside.

Shawn shakes his head, taking a few steps down the sidewalk. “Hell no. We’re going to the end of the block, I think there was a McDonald’s up that way when we were driving here.”

Shawn comes back and puts his arm around you and the two of you head down the street. It’s not far before the next cross street and sure enough, Shawn was right. There was actually a McDonalds a little ways down on the cross street. Leave it to him to know exactly where food was but not to know what time he had to be anywhere or literally anything actually important.

You roll your eyes at how unbelievable he was and the two of you head for the bright parking lot.

You push open the front door of the building and Shawn hurries in after you. You’re dripping all over the floor, leaving a small river as you head to the bathrooms, waving politely to the employee at the counter who gives a sympathetic look. Shawn ducks into the men's room and you head into the ladies to do whatever you could to get dry.

Almost twenty minutes later and you we some semblance of dry. You had ended up stripping down to nothing in the handicap stall so you could wring your dress and underwear out over the toilet to get most of the water out of them. You had a moment, standing there on the cold floor, your dress hanging on the assistance rail beside you, that you look down and realize you’re wearing nothing but his ring on the chain around your neck.

There’s some sort of symbolism there but you can’t put your finger on it. You push the thought aside before you allow yourself to get too caught up in it. You had to focus on getting dressed and getting dry. Afterall, you were naked in a McDonald’s bathroom in a foreign country. There were bigger issues at hand then a ring on a chain.

You put your clothes back on and toss your tights in the trash, giving up on them completely. You set your shoes up on the small counter under the air hand dryers and turned them all on. A few twists of your hair, wipes of your face with surprisingly not crappy paper towels, and you were almost presentable as a human being again.

When you exit the bathroom Shawn is at the front counter ordering. He’s in his slacks and his black button down. You spot his jacket hanging on a nearby chair along with his socks and you take a seat until he comes over.

“I got us some chicken sandwiches and fries. I hope you’re good with that,” Shawn says as he sinks into the chair next to his wet jacket. “If not you can get whatever you want, I have my card.”

“No, chicken is fine,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Did we actually just leave an upscale after party to come to a McDonalds in Sweden at midnight?”

Shawn grins big. “Sure did baby.”

You snort, leaning back in the chair and shaking your head in disbelief. “How did I ever get stuck with you?”

Shawn leans forward and props his head up on his chin. He really has to stop looking at you like that. It wasn’t good for your heart. “Well, I think you applied for a job with your agency and then they sent you to Andrew who interviewed you and-”

“I know how I got the job!”

“Well maybe if you knew you shouldn’t have asked,” he teases with a smirk.

You roll your eyes and look out at the rain coming down in droves across the parking lot. It didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon. “I guess I meant, how did I get so lucky to get to be your assistant and stuck with your wild and crazy ways. I’d worked for two other people before and they were just boring as hell. All I did was sit around all day and make and remake schedules.”

“You were meant to work with me,” Shawn smiles.

He reaches across the table and hooks his finger through the chain around your neck. He tugs it toward himself and you lean forward, not wanting it to break. You’re so close, his eyes are on your lips and yours are on his. The tension is thick and your throat feels like it’s closing up as your heart is about to burst.

“Our food is ready,” he whispers, grinning as he drops the necklace and stands up to go to the counter.

You sink back into your seat and stare at his empty chair. He couldn’t do this. You couldn’t do this. If he was going to play with you; tease you, whatever this was that he was doing, when no one was around to see, then you were going to call off your deal. You couldn’t have your emotions played with. Not by him. Not like this.

Shawn sits back down, setting the tray of food on the table before you and you look down. It looks good enough, although you’re not sure you feel like you can eat, but you manage to consume a little of the food while you talk about how tomorrow afternoon the two of you and Andrew have to catch a flight to Paris.

You chuckle to yourself at that. Paris. The city of love. Also the city of no paparazzi. You were going to have to work even harder to ‘expose’ this fake relationship now. God...it felt like it wasn’t going to work, like everything was working against you, but maybe that was okay...maybe it wasn’t meant to be like this. Maybe things weren’t supposed to work out.

_______________

The rain let up enough that you and Shawn could run out to the car you called for to take you home. There was only one ride service in the area you were in that ran late in the morning and they charged an arm and a leg too. Thankfully Shawn had no problem with paying the steep fee but you sort of felt bad for anyone who needed a ride so late. It seemed unfair that they jacked their rates up for late night driving...which made you wonder if the driver was just upcharging because he recognized Shawn. In that case. What a dick.

It’s nearly 2am when you arrive at the hotel. Shawn grabs your hand in the lobby and your heart beats double time as he drags you to the elevator. Again, no one was around to see this show of familiarity. You clench your jaw. You had to say something sometime right? But maybe not yet.

Shawn drops your hand in the elevator and you look over at him as he watches the floor numbers creep higher and higher. His profile is astounding. You look away, down at the floor.

Why did everything have to change? Last week you were content being his assistant and bossing him around at meetings and shows. You were perfectly happy that you had put aside the little (huge) crush you had on him when you first started, and he had to go and ruin it by asking you to be his fake girlfriend. Which, by the way, didn’t seem so fake now. At least not for you anyways. When this was all over you were going to be so fucked. So completely fucked because it wasn’t going to end in some fairytale romance. Shawn was not actually going to fall in love with his assistant. That didn’t happen. Life wasn’t a Hallmark movie, but damn you wish it was.

The moment you get to your room door and open your purse you realize you don’t have your key card. You had switched purses for the event so you would match your dress. The key card was in a pocket in your other purse.

“Guess what,” you groan and Shawn looks over as he pushes open his door.

“Hmm?”

“My keycard is in the room.”

Shawn pushes his door open with a grin. “Come on in then,” he bows, waving his arm out into the room dramatically. “Madame forgetful.”

“You’re a jerk,” you laugh.

You push him in the chest and he just chuckles, letting out a little oomph as his back hits the door.

Shawn walks in and goes over to his suitcase and starts undressing. He tosses his jacket on the back of a nearby chair and starts stripping down quickly, wanting to be rid of the still damp clothes. He stops as he gets his pants undone and looks over to where you’re standing transfixed by the bathroom door.

“You alright? You’ve seen me undress before?”

“Yeah...no, um...” You look away from him because your mind was starting to wander and that could not happen. “I don’t have any clothes is all. They’re in my room and I can’t get in? I’d like to be dry too.”

“Oh, right. Hold on.” Shawn leans over his suitcase and digs through it for a moment. He fishes out a shirt and a pair of boxers. “These might fit you?” he offers, holding them up.

It wasn’t like you had a choice. It was his clothes or your damp cold ones. The latter seemed far worse for sleeping.

You take the clothes and go into the bathroom, pressing your back against the door. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You had to remember you were his assistant. Not his real girlfriend. This meant nothing. Wearing his clothes was a necessity right now.

You start to change and you try not to think about the fact you were going to be wearing his clothes, more particularly, his boxers, or that you were going to be sleeping in his bed. You scoff to yourself as you set your purse on the counter. Your phone and one of the check in forms that you had the door code to the building written on falls out.

The check form... from the check in desk!

You could just go to the lobby and ask for a new key card. That was if someone was down there, and even then they were probably trying to snooze. You feel like you’d be an asshole if you went down there so late.

You bite your lip and look over at Shawn’s clothes on the hook where you placed them when you walked in. Your clothes are on the floor in a heap by the bathtub. Well, you were already undressed...you may as well just stay with Shawn and not bother the nice front desk person so late at night.

Sighing, you pick up his shirt and pull it on before you slide your panties down and off. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror. His shirt sits at almost your mid upper thigh, just enough to cover your bare bottom half.

What if you walked out there like this?

No.

You turn around and grab the boxers off the counter. Shawn might push the boundaries with all his out of sight attentions but you weren’t going to do it too. The last thing you needed was for this ordeal to go any farther and end up with both of you making a mistake that couldn’t be undone.

Shawn knocks on the door and you snap out of your thoughts, jerking around at the rapt knocking. “Hey, you okay in there? You’re not like sniffing my shirt and getting off or something are you? Because as weird as that is, it’s kind of hot and-”

You open the door to find him leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face. He knew what he was doing, and he always loved to tease you before this started, but now he seemed to like to make it far more sexual. The little shit.

“You aren’t funny.”

“You’re mad because I found out your dirty little secret.”

He leans in and you think he’s going to say something really dirty that is going to make you flush like a tomato. He grins and you are about to push past him, wanting to avoid whatever his mind would come up with when he whispers against your ear. “Go pick out your side of the bed. I have to pee, now move.”

_______________

You wake up to the sound of snoring. Deep but soft rumbles coming from behind you. You’re warm, too warm. Shawn has his arm around you and you’re pulled back against his chest, legs tangled with yours.

“Shawn,” you whisper and he stirs, snoring coming to a halt.

His arm tightens around you and he buries his face in your hair. His hand slides up and down your stomach under his shirt you’re wearing and it makes you shiver. You know he’s asleep, and he’s been alone for a long time, and that he must crave the physical intimacy as badly as you did these days. So you try not to blame him for the cuddling and you try not think too far into the cuddling.

“You’re skin is soft,” Shawn mumbles against your head. Maybe he wasn’t as asleep as you thought.

“Thanks, but remember what I said last night?”

He groans, slipping his hand out from under your shirt as he rolls onto his back. You made it very clear that you were not allowed to cuddle if you were going to sleep in the same bed. Obviously unconscious Shawn paid no mind to that what so ever.

“We have to get packed, it’s almost nine in the morning. Our flight leaves at noon for France.”

“You’re ice cold,” Shawn says with a smirk. “I know you want to cuddle longer.”

“Shawn, come on.” You roll your eyes.

His arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you against his side. “Don’t act like you don’t love it. I distinctly remember waking up at six this morning and you were all over me.”

“I was not!”

“You were too.”

Shawn reaches over and grabs his phone off the nightstand. He brings up a photo of the two of you in bed. The light is low and soft from the windows and you’re curled up with your head on his chest, your hand over his heart. It’s sweet, intimate...weird. Wait a minute.

“Why did you take that picture!”

“Well, I figure if Andrew doesn’t say anything by the time we’re done in Paris, then I’ll accidentally post this to instagram. Nothing says relationship like some sweet cuddles, and you are really selling it.” He turns the phone so you can see the photo again. “Look at your little hand over my heart and my hand in your hair as I kiss the top of your head. I mean it’s perfect and-”

“You better delete that as soon as Andrew calls off the deal with Cailey. I mean it. I don’t like when people take pictures of me and specially not when I’m sleeping, you creep.”

“I prefer the term boyfriend.”

“Fake boyfriend.” You snort and push away from him, throwing the covers back. “Get yourself dressed. I’m going to the lobby to get a new room card so I can pack and we can get to the airport.”

“No breakfast?”

“You can get something on the way.” You stop at the mirror on the back of the bathroom door and you tie up your hair.

Shawn puts his arm over his face and you roll your eyes.

“You better not be going back to sleep.”

“I’m not.”

“Then what’s wrong? Get up, get moving. Come on.”

“You look really good in my clothes, that’s what’s wrong.”

You swallow hard and turn away toward the door. You leave without another word and head to the lobby to get a key card.

Paris was going to be the last stand. If nothing happened in Paris then you were calling this whole thing off and Shawn was going to have to stand up to Andrew and Justin alone on the Cailey ordeal. You couldn’t go on with Shawn saying things like that behind closed doors. This is not what you agreed to. You agreed to pretending around other people, not pretending around each other.

Your greatest fear is that Shawn was pretending when it was just the two of you so that you could really make it look convincing when you were together. But even worse would be Shawn actually falling for you, and all his actions weren’t pretend. Both thoughts made your heart ache.

_______________

Paris. A beautiful city with grand architecture, art and culture. A place where romance was around every corner. The city of love. How ironic.

You stare out the window of the van you're riding in to the hotel from the airport. The plane ride had been fairly short, only a few hours, and Shawn was seated near Andrew the entire time. Thank God.

However you weren't so lucky to be seated away from Shawn now. He was right beside you while Andrew and Geoff sat in the seats in front of you. You knew you were being cold and distant toward Shawn, not having spoken since this morning, but it's what you decided was best. If you were going to feel something for him then it'd be easier if it were feigned annoyance and not a heart wrenching crush.

Shawn bumps his hand against yours on the seat and you pull away. He chases, placing his hand right next to where you've placed yours on your leg. He wasn't going to make this easy for you.

You glance down and then over at him. He's not even looking. The little shit. He is staring out the window with a smile on his face. You inch your hand away, turning your attention back to the passing shops and cafes.

Shawn clears his throat and you know he wants you to look over, but you won't. Not getting your attention that way, he opts to slide his hand up your thigh to meet your hand once more. This time he hooks his pinky with yours so you can't pull away so easily.

This gets your attention. You side eye him and he's grinning at you. The way he was grinning would make you think holding pinkies was the most risque thing to do in the back of a van.

Honestly he was too cute and you could feel the icy barrier you put up around your heart already start to melt. So much for that plan.

Shawn holds your pinky the entire ride to the hotel and you just let him. He was going to find away to be touching you anyways, may as well let him.

Checking into the hotel is a nightmare. The clerk, while speaking English, had a very thick accent that Andrew struggled to understand. When he finally sorted things out, you find out that one of your rooms was already booked and there was an error in the online booking agent.

Geoff suggests finding a new hotel but Jake and Andrew don't want to do that because they'd chosen this one specifically for it's security.

“I'll share with Shawn,” Jake says and Shawn groans.

“No offense Jake, but you're the heaviest snorer I've ever met. I'd never get any sleep.”

Andrew sighs, knowing this couldn't be easy.

“I can share with Shawn. Then you can all have your own rooms. I don't mind. ” You shrug and look at Shawn. “It’s not like I haven't had to share with him before. Remember the flooded hotel a few months ago?”

Shawn throws his arm around your shoulders and pulls you against him. “We can get a rollaway bed for you just like before. It'll be fine.”

Andrew looks skeptical but agrees to the arrangement. You and Shawn exchange looks when he turns his back. Both of you know he's suspicious now. Perfect.

_______________

Shawn wants to go out for lunch and you know he won't bother inviting Andrew or saying anything to Jake before the two of you leave. It feels so bad, sneaking out of the hotel to galavant around the nearby shopping district. You can't say you don't love the thrill of it though.

Shawn reaches for your hand, bumping against it a few times for permission before he goes for holding it. You give in quickly, knowing what he wants and he threads his fingers between yours.

You know that this is going to be your last outing together before Shawn is booked up for the rest of the Paris promo. He has a fashion gala, a pop up merchandise event, a performance with a local radio station and an interview with another radio station.

You squeeze his hand and he squeezes back. It was now or never. Whatever happened on this outing had to be big and attention grabbing. You don't dare ask yet, but the way he's looking at you says he might have a plan.

_______________

The two of you can't settle on a place for lunch which ends up with you walking around a small park nearby until one of you caved.

Shawn still has his hand in yours as you walk along a rose bush lined path. The park was gorgeous and in full view of the Eiffel Tower. Everything felt like a dream and you didn't ever want to wake up.

“Crepes are such a classic lunch. I don't know why you don't want to get those,” Shawn says, continuing your lunch debate that lead to the walk in the park. He really wasn’t budging on the crepes idea.

“It sounds heavy,” you sigh, it’s only the third time you’ve said this.

Honestly crepes sounded pretty good but your stomach was in knots. Nerves were getting the best of you and you can't take it any longer. Shawn was going to do something and you needed to be prepared. You were going to have to ask him what his plan was.

“You could get a plain one or just ham and ch-”

You stop, placing your hand on his chest and he stops mid sentence. He looks down, covers your hand with his and you can feel his heart racing just like yours. You pause, just a moment, taking in the slight intimacy before you speak.

“What are we doing?”

“We're walking in the park and debating lunch?”

“No.” You close your eyes. “I mean what is the plan for our outing? What are we going to do to get caught?”

Shawn stares at you for a moment, as if he had forgotten that you were just out on a lunch date for appearances. He seemed to forget a lot that you weren’t his real girlfriend, but you did too.

“I don't have a plan?”

“You have to have a plan.”

“I don't. We'll just make it up as we go.” He curls his fingers around your hand that's still on his chest and he brings it up to kiss your knuckles. You flush and he grins, knowing he caused that.

“How about we skip lunch and get some ice cream? It would be far more romantic to eat ice cream in the park. “

Shawn pulls away, hand still in yours as he starts running toward the other end of the park. You stumble along with him, giggling and struggling to keep up.

“Shawn! I'm going to fall! Your legs are too long I can't keep up!”

“I’ll catch you!” Shawn laughs, doubling back to scoop you up and spin you around a few times while you squeal to be let down. “I promise I’ll catch you whenever you fall.”

“Psh, you are such a mushy softie.”

Shawn places you down in front of the ice cream vendor cart and kisses the top of your head. “Sorry, I’m so soft.” He pokes his firm belly and makes a bleh noise. “I’m a regular stay puft marshmallow boy.”

You roll your eyes and step up to the cart. Shawn throws his arm around you and tries to order in French. It’s embarrassing.

“Deux Chocolat?” you say pointing at the chocolate ice cream. The vendor smiles and scoops, announcing your total in English and you thank him as you hand Shawn his little dish.

The two of you sit on a little bridge that goes over a creek that joins two ponds in the park. It faces the main street and the two of you remain in a comfortable silence as you watch cars and bikes and people with pets pass by.

A group of people nearby seem to be noticing you and Shawn. They’ve got phones out, failing to be discreet as they snap pictures of you. Your heart races and you elbow Shawn, nodding to the crowd. Shawn scoops up some of this ice cream and holds it out for you. “Open up,” he grins and you roll your eyes. “Open. Come on.”

You open your mouth and let him feed you, giggling as your lips close over the icy treat. “It tastes just like mine,” you say and he scoops another bit. You laugh as he makes airplane noises and ends up getting chocolate all over your lip and chin. “Hey! Watch where you’re putting that!”

Shawn parks his spoon in his cup and grabs your chin, swiping his thumb over the mess. He’s looking at you, eyes locked with yours. His lips part and you struggle to breathe as he leans in. “I’m going to kiss you,” he whispers, voice hardly audible. Just like that, his warm lips meet yours and he licks the ice cream from your lip. His hand goes into your hair and you lean into him, dropping your ice cream in the creek as you grab his face.

Making out in public wasn’t something you ever wanted to do. It just wasn’t something you were totally comfortable with, but Shawn...well...he was an exception. Besides. You needed to get people’s attention. You needed rumors to spread. What was more rumor confirming than making out in public?

Shawn breaks the kiss, rolling his forehead against yours. “I don’t want to pretend anymore,” he says quietly.

“W-what? Was the kiss that bad?” you whisper in return.

He closes his eyes and shakes his head a bit. “The kiss was perfect. You're perfect.”

“Shawn, you're just lost in the moment.”

“I'm not,” he says as he leans forward and kisses you softly. He kisses between words as he says, “I've never been so happy in my whole life than I am when I'm with you. I just had to open my eyes.”

You pull away this time and he chases your lips a bit before settling on bumping noses. “When did you know it wasn't pretend anymore?”

“As soon as we started. My brain got the green light to make you mine and I couldn't stop it. I wanted your attention all the time, I didn't care if someone was watching or not.”

Shawn moves back and pulls you in front of him so you're between his legs where he's sitting on the edge of the bridge. He tucks your hair behind your ears and wraps his arms around you.

You bring your arms up and grip the back of his shirt, burying your face in his collar. “This feels unreal. I never thought you would actually do this. You're like a Disney prince, you can't be real.”

“I am real, and you're my princess. Now, come on princess, we have some rumors to confirm,” Shawn chuckles and stands, lifting you up so your legs are wrapped around his waist. He walks you past the crowd of fans with the biggest smirk as he bumps his nose with yours. It's one of the first times you've seen him practically ignore fans, but you couldn't be happier.

_______________

The moment the door closes to your shared room, Shawn presses you against the wall and kisses you hungrily. Your hands go to his belt and he bites at your lip for encouragement.

“Shawn?!” Andrew yells through the door.

You halt, fingers freezing on Shawn's zipper. Oh right. Andrew didn't know yet. If you didn't answer then he would just go away?

Shawn makes a shushing motion and creeps away from the door, taking your hands to lead you to the bed. Andrew knocks again and you feel sick to your stomach. Shawn's phone buzzes and you reach around and pull it from his back pocket.

“Its Andrew. He said he knows we're back. Answer the door.”

Shawn growls and goes to the door, ripping it open and glaring at his manager. “What? We went for lunch.”

Andrew steps in and Shawn walks over to you. He holds his phone up with a picture of the two of you kissing. “Let's talk.”

After ages of discussion, an agreement is made. Shawn would still have to walk the red carpet tomorrow at the KIT Fashion Gala with Cailey, and he would have to appear on the talk show she co hosted in a few weeks. But they wouldn't be selling the relationship angle now that you as Shawn were very publicly an item.

You and Shawn spend the rest of the day in bed, lazily kissing and exploring each other while discussing what you wanna do as soon as you get home from the press tour. Mostly he wants to show you Toronto and Pickering, introduce you to his friends and family, and fuck you senseless but that last part didn't require being back home.

_______________

Lydia and her team show up early the next morning to get Shawn fitted and dressed for the gala. You're up when they come knocking on the hotel room door and Shawn isn't, so you answer.

“Oh my God the rumors are true!” Lydia squeals as you open the door dressed in Shawn's tee and your underwear.

“Yeah, surprise!” You laugh and Lydia gives your cheeks air kisses as she and her team haul in a bunch of racks and cases.

“You two are adorable. He couldn't have chosen a better woman,” Lydia gushes as she starts to unpack.

Shawn sits up in bed and runs a hand through his sleep mussed hair. “You trying to steal my girl, Lyd?” He laughs.

“I got a girl, but if you want to share...”

“Oh you know I'm not good at that,” Shawn says as he stands and stretches, giving you a great view of that glorious ass of his. “Shower and a shave first?”

“Of course, wouldn't want your stink on these fresh suits.”

Shawn feigns hurt and you giggle.

Lydia unzips a few of the carrier bags and glances over at you. “What are you wearing tonight?”

“Me? Um, just one of my regular dresses probably?”

Lydia shakes her head and goes over to the second rack her assistants rolled in. “No, you're not going to be dressed like the assistant. You're Shawn Mendes’s girlfriend, you have to show up in something nice.”

“But I don't think anyone is going to care what I'm wearing. I'm not on the red carpet.”

Lydia laughs and holds on to the rack. “You're kidding right? He is not actually walking with Cailey is he?” You nod. “Well fuck that little tart. You're wearing this.”

She pulls a long black v neck sleeveless dress. There's a little jewelry set hanging with it on the hanger. You stand up and go over to it, running your hand over the front of it. It's got a little thin white belt around the waist with a little gem encrusted detailed feather as the clasp.

“This is too nice. I'm not sure I can wear this.”

“You can and will. Come on, try it on.” Lydia tugs at your shirt and you turn your back to her and pull your shirt off. “You don't need a bra, here,” she says passing the dress to you off the hanger.

You step into it and Lydia zips the back up. It's just a hint loose along your bust line. You turn and Shawn steps out of the bathroom in his boxers, scrubbing his hair dry with a towel.

“Hey Lydia, I was thinking...wow,” Shawn says dropping his towel and looking you over. “You look stunning.”

“It's just a dress,” you giggle, smoothing the front down.

Shawn crosses the room and grabs your hips, running his hands up and down your sides. “It's a damn good dress. Are you wearing this tonight?”

“Yes, she is,” Lydia answers for you. “And your suit will match.” Shawn looks back as Lydia pulls a black suit down that has black silk accents. “I was thinking we do a black suit with a floral button down under it. I've brought several options.”

“Let's get to it then,” Shawn smiles, looking down at you and kissing your head. “Tell me your favorite and I'll wear it okay?”

“Alright.”

“Perfect. Andi and myself will work with Shawn, Dana you help fit that dress to her and we'll get this show on the road,” Lydia says and claps her hands together. It was going to be a long day.

_______________

The KIT Gala was just like every other event you've been to with Shawn. Loads of famous people, douchebags with cameras, no so douchebag professional photographers, constant blinding lights and fake conversations. It's just another event.

That's what you tell yourself anyway. You've got nerves like never before. You've never been Shawn's girlfriend at an event before. You've never been paid any mind until you put that ring around your neck and everything kicked off.

You touch the ring, it's on a long chain that dips into your dress that's layered with a few other simple chains to complete the look Lydia picked out for you. Shawn had insisted that you keep holding on to it, and you would.

The car stops and Shawn slides his hand off of your thigh. “This is my stop. I guess I'll meet you inside,” he says heavily.

You give him a weak smile, knowing he doesn't want to go out and walk in with Caliey. The door opens and Shawn takes a deep breath, stepping out and the crowd gets a little louder. You smile, glancing around at the people taking photos from beyond barrier gates. It was never dull going places with Shawn.

A moment passes, just a quick second and you realize the car should be pulling away now. Shawn is out but the door is open still.

“Give me your hand,” Shawn says, leaning into the car.

“Shawn no, I'm not getting out here. Go meet Cailey.”

“Babe, get out. I'm not walking with her. You're in an Armani dress and decked out in more diamonds then I can count. I'm walking with you.”

You grab Shawn's hand and scoot across the seat. “Andrew is going to be pissed,” you laugh softly.

“He shouldn't have let me ride with you then,” Shawn smirks and you stand beside him, scooting to the side so the door can close.

The second that the press realize who you are, they go wild. It's a million questions a second, photographers yelling to look from every direction. Shawn threads his fingers through yours and walks you to the first stop along the long red carpet.

Endless photos and poses later and you and Shawn reach the entrance of the building. You look back and see Cailey walking alone, posing in the most over dramatic ways and you roll your eyes. She's in a long while dress that really just washes her out and you're glad she didn't walk with Shawn. It would have been a horrible match.

“You doing okay?” Shawn whispers against your ear as you step into the quiet building.

“Yeah, just a little bit overwhelmed. I'm glad it's over though. Did you see Cailey?”

“Oh yeah, she looks pissed.”

“Well I mean you ditched her.”

Shawn pulls you aside and grabs both of your hands. “I want nothing to do with her. I don't care what Andrew said, Cailey and her team would spin some story out of us being together any way they could. I wouldn't let that happen, I love you too much to let you get stuck in drama like that.”

“You love me?” You ask, not sure if you heard him right.

Shawn is silent, realizing what he just said.

“Shawn, you said you loved me.”

“I do. I love you. Oh my God.” He grabs your face and kisses you softly. “I absolutely positively love you.”

“I love you too,” you giggle, unable to contain yourself. How long had you wanted to say that to him, lord only knows. “I love you so, so, much, but is now the best time for us to be confessing this?”

Shawn looks around like he'd forgotten where the two of you were. There's a couple reporters with their phones out nearby but you can't be bothered.

“Can you do something for me?” Shawn asks with a grin and you say sure. “Will you hold on to this ring for me?”

Shawn slides his rose gold pinky ring off his finger and grabs your hand. He slides it over your ring finger and brings it up to his lips to kiss it softly.

“Shawn, what in the world...”

“It's a promise ring.”

“Shawn this ring is like eight hundred dollars, this is not a promise ring.”

He leans forward and presses his forehead against yours. “It is today. It’s to remind you that I love you and this isn't a dream, even though it feels like it might be.”

“You're such a sap.”

Shawn shrugs and slips his arm around you as Cailey passes by, giving a nasty look in your direction. You just grin, so smug that Shawn has your whole heart and you have his.

“Come on, let's go get dinner and then get yelled at by Andrew. The sooner this is over with, the sooner I can get you out of that dress.”

“Shawn!”

“Don't think I won't rip that dress open in the car. I've waited long enough for you,” Shawn smirks and you slap his arm as he walks you into the huge dining hall of the event building.

“Fine. I won't rip it. But as soon as we're alone together, I wanna see you in nothing but my ring on that chain around your neck.”

“I think I can manage that.”

Shawn leans down and kisses your cheek, giving your jaw a little nip that sends a rush of heat over your whole body. “Good girl,” he says smiling against your skin and you know that this was only the beginning with a whole new Shawn you had yet to explore and you know you'll be falling in love with over and over again.

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