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Finding Hope 🐞 #4 - Shadows Lingering, 3:00 AM Call's & Empty Shells

Prompt: Empty Shell - will be bold!

A/N: YAY! My fourth one for @badthingshappenbingo 🤭, Is Meredith losing her mind? Find out in the next chapter,🐞❤️

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, blood and gore, normal Criminal Minds stuff, going into depth off crime scenes etc, drug use,torture, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Dr. Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Meredith Lang.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:2141🐞❤️

Chapter Name: Lingering Shadows, 3:00 AM Calls, & Empty Shell's

Meredith wakes up feeling like she’s been scraped off the pavement, her mouth dry, her veins crawling, unsure if it’s the guilt of relapsing or the remnants of the drugs she took. It’s still a blur really, as she focussed her eyes she saw the man, with his crazy curly brown hair, her head against his chest, his arms engulfing her, his head against the wall as he must've fallen asleep. Wait! What? When did this happen, how did Spencer get in, then the fear sets in, he knows… he knows she used again. In one swift motion she escapes the comfort of his arms, as she scurries across the floor, her heart beating in her throat.

His voice was soft, he wasn't sleeping no, merely resting. He looks at her with those sharp perceptive brown eyes, “You're probably thirsty, statistics shows…” he stops himself, she doesn’t need that now. She just sat there, the words stuck in her throat. Her green eyes wide as he came back with a bottle of water.

Their fingers brushing as she takes the bottle, at first she didn’t want to meet his gaze but she does, to her surprise all she sees in those hazel orbs, no judgement, just quiet understanding.

She’s seen that look before, in the mirror.

As the days turned into weeks, she smiled, acted normal, moving past it, like that night was nothing, like she didn’t shatter in his arms. Spencer doesn’t push. Not yet. Maybe he gets it. Maybe he knows she’s hanging by a thread, and if he pulls too hard she’ll snap. Maybe just maybe she’s counting on that. His eyes follow her every move, sometimes lingering a little too long, a part of him wants to make sure she’s okay, but really how could she be. The rational part of his brain is at war with himself, he should tell Hotch, someone. But he can't because he's been there before. So instead of doing what he thinks is right - he’ll watch over her like some sort of protective guardian angel.

She threw herself into work, solving case after case. In the back of her mind that newest victim is there, waiting to get justice but they still don’t have any evidence, none whatsoever, just nothing, almost like the Collector doesn’t exist, but she Meredith Lang knows all too well he does, she has the scars both physical and psychological to prove that monsters are real, not just some made up story that hides under your bed.

Sipping yet another coffee, definitely far beyond the doctors recommended dosage as her eyes trial over the newest case files, yet another serial killer, yet another victim, it never ends does it? Sighing, stretching out her neck side to side, inhaling, then picking up the photo of the newest female victim, - her phone rings, it’s 3:00 am in the morning, she shouldn’t answer but she does, “Hello?”

The voice she knows too well, crawling down the line like cigarette smoke curling underneath a locked door. “Meredith, you haven’t forgotten me have you?”

Her knuckles white as she grips the phone, her breath catches.

“You were so pretty the other night, you always looked so good while you were high.” He tsked “You still need me, don’t you? I see it. I always see it”

A shiver crawls runs down her spine, she should hang up, block him, instead her lips parts and she whispers ”I don’t need you”

Laughter comes from the other end of that line, it's slow, dragging, the type that coats her skin in ice. "Then why are you still listening?"

For a few seconds she closes her eyes, her breathing stilled, maybe he's right? Maybe she spent so long in the darkness that she doesn't know how to function without it... He's been there this whole time, watching... Waiting!

She heard his breathing, waiting for her to say yes! Yes to needing him! But she doesn't. With trembling fingers she ends the call.

Looking around in her apartment, tapping her fingers against the other , first the ring finger against the thumb, then the point finger, middle finger and finally the little pinky finger. A sort of tactic to still her beating heart, her racing mind, letting her know she's here, she's safe. Letting out a dry chuckle, safe? That's just a word in a dictionary to make you feel some sort of comfort. But she hasn't felt that in years!

Days went by, she perfected the 'I am more than okay' mask in the day, smiling... Joking... Laughing with the team, Morgan, Rossi, Spencer, and sweet Garcia but she still hasn't spoken to Hotch yet! No she's not opening that can of worms - so instead of doing that she acts like nothing is bothering her. And some days she almost believes that she's happy, that she's okay, that she found friends... Maybe even a second family, except for Spencer Reid, there's a different feeling going around, maybe understanding, perhaps something more, his soft eyes, his gentle smile. The way he'll silently check on her, handing her camomile tea after she had too much coffee, or how he'll make sure she goes home after a case, to get some rest.

It's when the night is at its darkest, that her mask falters, it started with the feeling of being watched. Not the kind of distant paranoia that slowly trickles down your spine in an empty room - no, it's personal, like a phantom hand ghosting over the nape of her neck, the feeling of hot breath at her ear, even when she knows she's alone.

It's him, she doesn't need to turn around to know, in a way she's learned to live with him, like a sickness that never really leaves your body.

3:00 AM The phone rings, it doesn't sound normal, no it's distorted like the sound is dragging itself through barbed wire just to reach her ears.

Staring at the phone, private number, her stomach knots, biting her bottom lip, she shouldn't answer. Her hands move anyway.

There's no greeting, just breathing. Ragged, wet, hungry, evil.

His voice over the receiver "you miss me" it was a statement, not a question. He knows!

Swallowing hard, her throat like sandpaper "I don't"

"Liar" his voice shifts into something familiar. Almost soft! "Poor thing, you must be so exhausted, tell me you still wake up shaking? Meredith? Do you still check the locks on your door three times and then a fourth just to make sure, just in case! It doesn't help does it?"

Clenching her jaw.

"I know why you haven't told anyone about me"

Her pulse spikes, how does he know she hasn't told anyone that she's keeping it to herself?

"Because Meredith I am the only thing keeping you together - because you need me, you always have."

Swallowing hard again, the worst part? Somewhere deep inside, she wonders if he is right. - the line goes dead.

Unsure of how long she sat with the phone against her ear, but she eventually got into bed, trying to sleep - she didn't. The room feels wrong every time she closes her eyes, the shadows stretch too far, the air too thick. Then there at the corner of her eye, something moves.

No! Telling herself it's just a trick of light, until she hears it. A slow deliberate, tap - tap - tap. From inside the closet.

She stops breathing, it's not possible right? She checked. She locked it! The night stills, then - Knock. Knock. Right behind her.

She whirls, gasping, but the room is empty. The closest is closed, the doors and windows locked.

Her phone buzzes - one new message. "I'm closer than you think" Her chest locks. She feels him now, like a weight pressing on her ribs, like he's inside her lungs - like he never really left.

Closing her eyes, trying to forget, trying to act like she's not losing her mind. Slowly, drifting off.

Meredith hears him breathing, soft, steady and too close... Keeping her eyes shut, reciting over and over, "it's not real, just my mind playing tricks on me" suddenly theres a dip in the mattress, a man's weight in the bed beside, her, the whisper against her ear "you know better, Meredith"

Her lungs seize. Don't move, don't turn, don't give him power - racing through her mind. She fists the sheets, tries to slow her pulse.

A finger - a real, solid finger - trails done her spine, his voice smooth "you feel me, don't you?"

Her body froze, biting down on her lip so hard she can taste the bloods.

Then- warm lips press against the back of her neck.

"NO" she screamed. Her breath stutters as she whips around... Nothing, the bed is empty, the room still. But she can still smell him, that faint metallic scent - like blood and rain.

Letting out a breath, "it must've been a nightmare,!" The pad of her thumb, wipes the blood from her lower lip.

The phone vibrates, grabbing it with shaking fingers.

One new message "I like this game" in an instant she drops the phone, gets out of bed, she needs to get out of her apartment, she'll go to the one place he can't find her, can't dare touch her.. the BAU.

It's been a whole week since he last called. Her mom decided to come visit, just for a day or so.

During the day she's fine, but when night strikes and she tries to sleep is where reality is fracturing.

She stopped trusting her eyes... Her ears, her own damn mind.

One moment her mom is talking to her, sort of grounding her. The next? She's standing at the kitchen, staring at the knife in her hand. She doesn't remember picking it up.

Her mother is calling her name, but it's distant, as if she's on the farest end off the apartment.

She blinks and suddenly the knife is gone, her hands empty. But her palms? They're wet! Looking down.

Blood?

No-no that's not-

She blinks yet again, her hands clean, no more blood insight.

Her mother calls out "Mer, sweetheart, you okay?" Her brows furrowed in worry!

Meredith swallows. Nods to quickly, smiles. "Yeah, just..."

Her phone buzzes, staring up at the clock, 3:00 AM. "Go back to bed mom, need to take this"

Letting out a heavy breath, she knows it's him, she shouldn't but she does. Not uttering a single word, neither does he.

Just his breathing, calm and collected, like his not busy tormenting her soul, and then - "Look outside"

Her stomach drops as she moves on her own, hesitantly stepping in front of the window, pulling back the curtain ever so slightly, the phone against her ear, the street below is empty, not a soul insight.

But there at the very edge of the streetlight's glow, barely visible in the shadows, he's standing there.

Tall, watching, a man that shouldn't exists, a ghost wearing skin.

He smiles and waves, her phones buzzed again , one new message. "You left the door unlocked" his gone into the darkness, not seeing him anymore.

The sound of a creaking wooden floor echoes behind her .

Turning around, wide green eyes, "Mom! What the hell you scared the crap out of me.”

Her mom stood there looking at her daughter, she's seen her like this before... An empty shell of the girl she used to be, her voice soft, almost pleading "Sweetie talk to me, what's going on, you haven't been like this since..." Trailing off as she doesn't want to recall those horrific days.

A nervous chuckle escaped her lips "no mom, it's... Uhm .. been busy at work, not getting enough sleep, you know"

Shaking her head, "it's more than that, I know when your lying I've raised you, honey please just talk to me"

Releasing a shaky breath "Mom..."

Her phone vibrates, "right behind you" her throat closes. She can't breathe, can't think - can't move.

Her body turns before her mind catches up, slow, hesitant, already knowing she shouldn't look, but she does anyway and there lingering in the shadows stand a dark figure, the soft glow of the sunrise revealing the smile, it seems forced somehow.

She doesn't think, - she reacts.

Her gun is in her hand before she realises she grabbed it, the weight familiar, automatic. A single shot rips through the air, splitting the silence wide open.

The figure stumbles back.

"Meredith...?"

Her brother's voice. Choked, Pained. Disbelieving.

The gun, clatters to the floor as she stares at him, her brother, clutching his stomach, blood blooming between his fingers.

"No, no, no, no-"

He drops to his knees, she drops with him.

You could hear the horrifying screams coming from the older woman.

The phone vibrates, one new message.

"I never said it was me”

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_Between pages and an empty space_

It's somewhere in the depths of night

Where my mind is wavering the fight

I'm a romance writer

A darn good fighter

Not wanting to give in

To this so called thing

Love! Ha! A little cynical I know

But really does the words on the pages not show

The way the ink bleeds into the page

The way it's all a maze

Somewhere between the clouds and the cold hard floor

Somewhere between not living without your love and not wanting a single ounce of pain no more

Somewhere lost between the fantasy of church bells

And how outta love you fell

Its reality I tell myself

Its right there on every bookshelf

How two people fall in love, on page one

And as the pages turned, into chapters, here I am left alone.

Your loving arms, something I used to know

Clutching to our photo frame

Here and now

Whispering your name

The salt water rolling down my cheeks, without a single trace

I'm left with our memories, a broken heart and in my bed there's an empty space.

- Denesca van Eck

- 25 March 2025

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Triangle's and Stethoscopes - Chapter 7 - ❤️🐞

A/N: Urghhh 😱 y'all I know this took me forever and I am so sorry ❤️ but let me know what you think... And uhm... Maybe hold tight to your chairs, because this is a bumpy ride...🤭

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, angst, heartbreak, cheating, punching, mentions of blood, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Sam Winchester, Amy Summers, Ruby Jones, Paul Summers, Ada Brown, Dean Winchester.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:2782 😅

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Chapter Seven 🤩

Sam's grip tightened on the phone "What do you want?"

A dry rattling chuckle slithered through the receiver, one he hadn't heard in years, but still made his stomach chum.

"Easy kid" the voice rasped, roughened by whiskey and bad decisions, "that any way to greet your old man?"

Clenching his jaw "John" Sam can't get the word 'dad' out when he thinks of the man that was supposed to raise him, no Dean was the one who raised him.

Muttering into the receiver, "Figured you'd block my number"

"I should have"

Heavy silence fell between them, the only thing that could be heard was Jack's laboured breathing, as Sam swallowed down the bitter taste that was rising in his throat, he sure wasn't in the mood for this right now, hell not now, not ever, he sounded cold, distant even "if this is about making amends, save it, I don't have time for your bullshit"

John wheezed out another dry laugh, "calm down son, you can hate me forever, hell you'll hate me even more after I tell you the reason why I called"

Sam clenched his fist, "start talking then"

You could hear the hesitation in John’s gruff voice, "I-I did something, something bad" A bitter laugh "Not that it's news to you"

Sam's patience snapped "Spit it out" he demanded.

John coughed, the wet, hacking sound grating against his son's nerves "I set a fire Sam, I set your law firm on fire"

Sam practically gasped for air "what the hell did you do that for?"

He mumbled out, "you have a case against Paul Summers , he wanted the witness files" Sam interrupted him "w...what? You work for that bastard?"

John didn't respond to the question, instead he went further, "Paul wants me to take out all these witnesses, but I can't, their women, children... Families, I just can't"

And for the first time in his life, he heard something real in his father's voice, not just desperation, but remorse.

Sam's voice soft, "why are you telling me this"

John sigh's, "because I guess, I want to do something right in my life, I want to fix it... Fix us?"

Sam shook his head, even though his father couldn't see, "there's no fixing 'us' John, you threw me away, Dean raised me, you're nothing!" And with that Sam ends the call, leaving John there, in the deafening silence of all his past mistakes.

Amy's fingers tremble as she touched her lips, trying to erase the memory, the taste of him, - maybe, just maybe trying to savor it just a little while longer, she felt sick as the guilt twisted in the pit of her stomach, but underneath that heavy burden she felt something, something far more dangerous, excitement? Something more, unsure... The only thing that's sure is that she's not going to act on it.

On the other end of that debris, Dean sat elbows propped on his knees, shoulders hunched forward, jaw tight, his usual emerald green eyes side dark, and unreadable. Looking like a man caught between sin and salvation.

There were no words uttered between them, but then Amy swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper "we should..." Cutting herself off mid-sentence, shaking her head, trying to erase the whirlwind of questions, pretending it didn't happen? Lie... To ourselves? Maybe it's just the heightened situation.!

Exhaling sharply his gruff voice broke through, as he ran his fingers through his messy dirt-streaked hair "Yeah, we should"

Neither of them moved, Amy could still feel the way his fingers curled around her waist, pulling her closer like he couldn't get enough, like she was something he needed. Letting out a heavy sigh, - the worst part she wanted it to, what does it say about her and Sam huh!

Clenching her small hand into a fist, "this was a mistake"

Dean lets out a low, humourless laugh, "yeah?" Tilting his head, finally looking at her, his voice rougher than usual, "didn't feel like one?"

Her stomach flipped , her mouth opened, to argue with him, to say something, a reason to shatter what happened, but her breath hitched when Dean leaned in his eyes, locking with hers, "you gonna sit there, and tell me you didn't feel it?" His voice quiet, but deadly dangerous, it made her pulse stutter, knowing she should say something, anything, no, maybe deny it, shove it down, pretend it never happened, anything Dammit.

Dean staring her down, like he knows, whatever words she's about to utter, it's going to be a lie.

The air charged, as Dean cupped her cheek, his voice low, but soft "t...tell me no, tell me you don't want this and I'll stop, I'll pretend that I..." He stopped himself, before his vulnerability showed, she looked at him, almost leaning into his touch, her lips parting to say something, but no words came out, just her breath that fanned across Dean's lips, he couldn't take it anymore, and he plunged into her lips once again.

She moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his sandy brown hair, he let out a groan himself, as he heard that sweet sound vibrating against his plum lips, his rough calloused hands gripping around her waist pulling her closer, their bodies touching, their breaths colliding, their desires igniting.

Dean shifted so that she could straddle him without breaking the kiss, his fingers curled in under her shirt, silently asking for permission, her fingers running down his neck and over his shoulders, pushing his shirt off his shoulders was permission enough.

His hands were hot against her skin, as his fingers trailed up her sides, every touch lighting a fire she wasn’t sure she wanted to put out. Amy’s breath hitched, her head tipping back as his lips traveled down her throat-

Suddenly a deep gut wrenching groan echoed through the ruins, the ground beneath them shifted.

Dean barely had time to react before the loud crack tore through the air. Amy gasped, gripping onto his as the unstable wreckage beneath them gave way. In mere seconds, everything that had been solid-concrete, steel, debris- collapsed.

The water surged in, dark and fast swallowing the ground where they’d just been tangled together”.

Amy!!!!” Dean’s voice was rough, desperate as they were thrown apart, the cold water rushing between them. She choked on a gasp as she hit the jagged remains of a subway pillar, her fingers scrambling for something, anything to hold onto. The water was rising fast, swallowing broken beams, washing away any hope of steady ground.

He fought against the current, lunging toward Amy, “Hold on!” He was desperately trying but the way the water swirled, the debris closing in, it was like the city itself was determined to keep them apart.

Her chest heaved, panic clawing at her throat. The heat from their kiss had barely faded, and now they were fighting not to drown. Reaching for him, their fingers brushing, a glimmer of hope in their eyes, suddenly a fresh wave of water came rushing combined with the wreckage as another section of the structure collapsed. Just like that Dean was gone, Amy screamed his name, but the flood swallowed the sound whole.

Gasping for air, clinging to whatever she can as the water swallows the space, where Dean was. Her screaming his name now turned into a hoarse whisper, The wreckage keeps shifting, water rising, forcing her to either keep moving or drown. The whole time, thinking about that damn kiss, how it felt different, so different from Sam, but… but now he’s just gone.

Dean is fighting his way through the flood, battered, coughing up water, but his ming? Locked on her. The way her fingers brushed against his, the look in her eyes before they were ripped apart. And now all he can think of is - I found her, I kissed her, and I lost her in the same damn breath.

One second Amy is fighting to keep her head above the water, trying, clinging, to the last bit of consciousness, suddenly the world drops out from under her feet, plunging her into the open ocean, crashing into the waves, coughing, spitting out water, arms flailing until a piece of the subway, hits against her, grabbing onto it, clinging, her fingers gripping it tightly, blood seeping from the broken skin. The cold is biting, the exhausting bone-deep, but nothing… Nothing hurts as much as the thought that Dean didn’t make it… the mere thought of never looking into his emerald green eyes, never hearing his voice again, that is enough to make her want to give up. But she kept clinging to that piece of wreckage… maybe a distant part of her heart is hoping, trusting that he might be alive somewhere, floating…

Barely breathing, spitting out the salty water, the sand scratching against his skin, his eyes bloodshot, jagged red lines surrounding his pupils, the sting of all the open wounds, scratches evident all over his body, trying to gain focus, his vision still blurry, its pitch dark only the moon casting some light on the ocean, that’s when he realised he must’ve washed out on the shore, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper as he calls Amy’s name, over and over, like some kind of chant, prayer, creed. But nothing… there’s no one there but some damn sand and waves, she is gone forever. Exhausted he pulls himself to his feet, he’s been through worse right? Like that time overseas, when he was a Prisoner of war, for four months, tortured, starved, beaten, but he managed to get out, he escaped. Sighing as he dragged his feet across the heavy sand, whispering to himself “somehow, losing her feels worse, feels like it’s the end…” he plunges down to a rock, throwing his head up to the sky, not a star in sight, and then there far in the distant a shooting star, he scoffs he doesn’t believe in shit like that, but he finds himself wishing upon it, wishing Amy is somewhere out there, getting help, alive.

Amy floats on that piece of wreckage, clinging to it just barely, her eyelids drooping, exhausting threatening to take over, bobbering around until she finally hits something, yelping as the pain pulses through her body, she heard people screaming, and then a hand reached and suddenly pulled her into that old fishing boat, she could barely make out the older fisherman as he wrapped a blanket around her cold , water-soaked body, as she looked up to thank him, she saw a shooting star, she always loved the wonder around a shooting star but she hasn’t believe it in so long, but now in this moment she can’t help but silently saying a small prayer, it was only four words, but it was heartfelt “Let Dean be alive”. And somewhere in the dead of night she knew there was maybe a little glimmer of hope.

The old man takes her to a small secluded fishing village, where other people came to help her out, some just stood and watched while others helped her, she heard between the blurred faces and the words that knit together that, they’ve radioed, the search party, that they find a subway - bombing survivor. Unsure how long it took, but soon enough there were multiple coast guard officials. Knowing she should be happy that this nightmare would finally be over, she kept catching herself, looking for Dean, as she stepped into the rescue boat, she couldn’t stop the tears, thinking if Dean was out there, if he was alive, she’d know, her heart wouldn’t feel this empty.

About a hundred miles away, Dean sees the commotion, the soft glow of various lights, it’s getting closer, but then realises his moving on his own, like a moth drawn to light, he froze as someone calls out to him, in that split second, just a second he hesitates, thinking if I wait, if I look a little longer, I’i find her, I’i find my Amy.

But the search team is persistent, the man taking him by his shoulders guiding him to another rescue boat. As he sat there in that vessel, his mind wandered over the open waters to her, wondering, hoping and yes even praying.

Disoriented, and still a little hazy she can barely remember her own name, the only name on her lips is Dean’s but she doesn’t say it out loud,no, she keeps it to herself, like it’s sacred, like if she would say it out loud, she’ll break.. Ending up in the hospital as ‘Jane Doe’ without an ID or recollection of how many days or weeks, she was caught down there, trapped between debris, water, guilt, and the love she felt for a man she met in the worst time of her life, the exhausting took over, plunging her into a restless sleep.

As for Dean the moment the search team wanted to admit him to the hospital, he disappeared without a trace, used to living off the grid, used to taking care of himself, now matter the depth of his wounds, physical or emotional, he wandered the city streets aimlessly. Until he reached a payphone, maybe it was the distraught look on his face, or the way his torn clothes hung, but some older woman gave him a few coins. He thanked her and he dialed the only number he knew. His baby brother Sammy.

Sam looked at the man, his friend who happens to be a detective , his brown hair dishevelled, his blue eyes piercing, his hand on his shoulder “Sam, are you listening, we found a woman matching Amy’s description, she’s in the hospital…” Cas kept talking, telling him in which room she was. But his voice drowned out my Sam’s heart beating in his ears, he didn’t respond, he croaked out “Amy’s alive” and he started walking towards his car to go and see her. To hold the woman he mourned.

As he turned the ignition of the car, his phone rang breaking his thought patterns, he answered mindlessly “Yeah?”

“Sammy?” Sounding hoarse, broken.

Sam sighed, “Dammit Dean I don’t have time for your drunken calls”

Dean spoke, sounding exhausted “Sammy I need your help…”

“You need my help?” He scoffed “What is it this time? You broke, you lost a bet, or - no let me guess - you got into a bar fight and need bail money?”

Dean winched not just from the bruises but from the venom in Sam’s voice. He ran a hand down his face. “It’s not like that, man.”

“Isn’t it?” His voice was clipped, cold even “Dammit Dean I don’t have time for this, not today!”

Dean’s breathing hitched, something in his chest squeezing tight. “I swear Sammy, if you just shut the hell up and listen-”

Sam spit out venom “Your just like him, calling me up, slurring, with some drunken ass excuse”

Dean’s head snapped, like him, John! His father! The comparison burned “You son of a ….”

Sam cut him short “Stay out of my life Dean, that’s why I moved away from you and Jack, LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE”

The line went dead, the dial tone ringing in Dean’s ears, drowning out the sound of his shattered breath. He raised Sammy all by himself, and now… now he needs him… he lets go of the phone, forcing himself to push on, one foot in front of the other. He is truly alone in the world, with that thought he wordlessly disappears into a dark alleyway.

Sitting in the hospital bed, the doctors, nurses, cops have cycled through, bandaged, sore, exhausted, hurting - but her mind, nowhere near rest. She’s not thinking about her injuries, nor the explosion itself. It’s Dean… the way his lips felt on hers, the way he held her, how it felt like something more, how she lost him before she even got a chance of figuring out what that more was.. Her fingers absently touch her lips, That kiss, the way it made her feel alive in a way she never felt before.

In that moment her blue eyes widened as he came through the door, choking out “Sam?” He stood there, his face a storm, as he watched her, she didn’t seem relieved she seemed troubled, that’s not a look of a woman happy to see her fiance, he stutters out “Amy, baby” she smiles sadly, and he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping her up in his arms, as Amy held the man she loved for so long, she couldn’t help the gnawing feeling of how it felt different with Dean.

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Choose Me?

A/N: This idea popped into my head, and yes it's heart breaking I know. Who else than Beau Arlen, am I right? 🤗😅 It's short I know, but you might need a tissue...🥹

Warnings: Addition, Heartbreak - Sorry in Advance

Words: 500 🤭

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest ❤️

Side Note: please don't copy my work, thank you, oh and requests are open...💕💓

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He had carried his fair share of burdens in his life, but none, not anything had weighed as much as the women in his arms.

She was as light as a feather, barely weighing anything, oh but her choices... The scent of the whiskey on her breath, her head lolled against his chest - pressing down on him like a slow crushing vice, something so heavy if he thought to much about it, he'd break.

His boots echoed against the hardwood floor as he stepped through that front door, careful, precise, practiced. He'd done this before too many times to count.

Carefully adjusting her, holding her closer, because even now, even here in this very moment, right now, she was still his wife, though broken and at fault, but his.

He should be angry, and maybe, just maybe he was, maybe it was buried somewhere underneath this damn ache in chest, but all he can do is hold he closer, trying to protect her, like he tries and protects the town, sighing as he entered their bedroom, the place that was once filled with laughter, passionate nights and dreaming dreams together, now filled with the same routine, same heartbreak, same gut wrenching feeling he gets in the pit in his stomach.

He laid her down on the bed, gently taking of her shoes, whispering to himself "threw better or worse" letting out a humourless dry chuckle, he didn't know it meant carrying your drunken wife to bed every damn night.

Looking down at her, brushing the sweat-soaked strand of hair from her face, his own voice sounding so raw, emotional even surprising himself... "Baby, why can't I seem to safe you, why can't you fight this darkness, why can't you choose me... Why" he felt the tears burning in the back of his emerald green eyes, watching her, laying there, reeking of bad decisions, a part of his wished he can let her go, say "every single day, you choose that damn bottle over me, so for once I choose myself" but he knows he can't because when a man loves a woman he'd do anything for her, even if it means carrying her to bed every night, pleading with her every morning, "please darling, get some help" and her looking at him, with eyes that was once so full of laughter and love, now filled with a brokenness he can't fix and the bloodshot jagged veins, that lead to a road of heartbreak and despair.

His thoughts get pulled back as she stirred, her words, slow and slurring, "B-Beau" he smiles and softly replies "I am here darling, I'm always here." A small tugged at the corners of her mouth, "I know" she squeaks out, as she falls back asleep, as for him, well what can he do, but curl up next to her, holding her, even though it hurts, that's what love is all about.

[nescaveckwriter]

Happy Valentine's Day, Nes! You're the best! 🤍🌷

Awwww, look at you warming my heart .. l💓🐞... Happy Valentine's day to you too sweetie 🐞🥰

[nescaveckwriter]

Caution To The Wind

With a smirk he said "come on little darling"

Wide-eyed I shook my head "no, I can't do such a thing"

His smirk grew "what love me?"

Looking up to meet the contact in his eye

"It's not that, it's your a little wild"

He smiled "and you've always been the sweet child?"

I nodded "yes exactly"

His eyes darkened "well frankly"

He paused, I nudged him, "well go on"

His thumb met my jaw, his voice low, "your a fully grown woman now"

His touch sent shivers down my spine "but I ..."

The rasp in his voice got deeper, "don't want to fly?"

Furrowing my brows, "what, fly where to?"

Smiling, he cupped my face "to the land where I love only you!"

Clearing his throat "throw caution To the wind"

"Let me you love you in every way,"

Oh his words were so kind.

Urgency in his tone "let me show you I'm a better man, because of you every day"

I felt that excitement in my heart

Pleading "please baby, take my hand and let's start"

He held his hand out to mine

I smiled, "okay fine"

His lips crashed onto mine and I could've sworn, that I flew above the clouds

He might not fit the world's perfect mould's

But my hand fits perfectly in his

It might not be the perfect scripted plan I had, but this...

This is how love's supposed to be,

Throwing caution To the wind, just you and me

Trying every day to love and respect each other, building a strong foundation

Our hearts the destination.

- 28 January 2025

- Denesca van Eck

- #2/25

[nescaveckwriter]

Hurting Angel - Chapter 7 - ❤️

A/N: Y'all I am finally getting back into my writing, and the inspiration is flowing, so this chapter turned out to be severely sweet and I'm like, can I date him? 😂 Love y'all and thanks for the support my bugs 🐞🐞🩷

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some Intended Smut - And just pure fluff ..💞

Characters: Crowley, Bridget, Lainey

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva. Also please do not copy my work!

Words:1600-ish 😅

Chapter Name: Seven💕

The slow rising and falling of his bare chest, his eyes closed, his fingers stroking the blond hair of the woman, he spent the night with, opening his eyes, looking down, her head on his chest, her arm draping over his torso, she looks so peaceful, their limbs still tangled together, from this point of view he can see every freckle, the way the bed sheets are just covering the bare minimum of her body, the memories of last night, came flushing back.

The passion, the pent up feelings, he finally got to show her, what she means to him, he took it slow, getting to know every outline of her body, his lips against her skin, the way she trembled, the way those pretty little moans escaped her lips, her breathless whisperings of his name. If the walls could speak, they'd confess of two people exploring of the attraction, the connection they feel for eachother, the passionate dance that took place, a true definition of a man and woman caressing eachother's souls, connecting on deeper levels, it was so much more, than just physical they connected on a intellectual, heartfelt, soulful way. He has never felt this way about anyone in his entire life.

The fact that Bri wants him, feels something for him despite who he is, is astonishing, it's a mere miracle if you'd ask him.

She shifted a little, almost crawling closer towards him, a sleepy grunt escaping her lips as her eyes slowly opened, his voice a little deeper and raspier than during the day, "morning love".

She tilted her head, smiling, softly sleep still evident it her voice "so that's your morning voice mhmm... I like it" he chuckled "you like it huh? Want to know what I like my dear?" Reaching out to touch his stubbled jaw, "mhmm what's that" he smiled, and took her hand in his, kissing the palm, then her wrist, his lips still against her skin "everything about you" smiling and slightly breathless, "is that so?"

In one swift movement, he pinned her underneath her, resting on his forearms as his body pressed against her, he lowered his face to her ear, a gruff whisper, "was last night not clear enough?" A shiver of electricity ran through her body, "y...you can always show me again" a grin formed on his lips, and he nearly growled in that deep British accent, "with pleasure love" and as he said that he nuzzled closer to her neck, placing kisses, working his way up to her lips, before devouring her lips, he whispers "I could wake up like this every morning love" she lets out a small gasp as his lips met hers once again.

Tangling her hands in his hair, almost tugging him closer, a moan slipping past his lips as she did that. They spent the morning confirming their passion for each other.

As Bridget got out of the shower she can't help but smile, she's actually happy despite everything that's going on, she's tremendously happy, the world may see Crowley as the devil, but she knows he's not really a devil, his just a man who was hurt, and didn't know how to heal, despite what he believes she's no angel either, he's helping her heal as well, maybe, just maybe their helping eachother heal.

She pulls on an oversized t-shirt of his, she doesn't really have clothes here, and in that moment reality hits again a little, what is she going to do, the worries and slight fear flooding her thoughts, but it disappears as she walks into the kitchen, smiling as she saw Crowley and Lainey covered in what seems to be flour. She laughs "what are you two doing?"

Lainey's eyes wide with wonder and excitement, "Mommy, me and Cowley making pancakes" Bridget looks at her daughter and then at Crowley, before she walks closer, "it looks delicious" Crowley smiles "this little one wanted pancakes what was I supposed to do," slightly shrugging his shoulders, with meaning "I'd do anything for my two girls".

He looks between Bri and Lainey, almost a whisper "you two mean the world to me" Before Bri could answer Lainey tugs Crowley's hand, wide-eyed "Cowley?" He looks down "yes darling?" "Can I have one now?" He laughed "you can have as many as you like" the little girl does a little twirl in a sing-song manner "I love Cowley".

Jokingly Crowley adds "I think you love pancakes more!" That made the little stop mid-twirl, she lifted her small hands in the air as she stood before Crowley, and instinctively he picked her up , looking at her serious expression "what's wrong?" She places her tiny hands on either side of his jaw, "no! I love you and Mommy more" his hold around her tightened a little, but he was lost for words, for a moment, then with a slight gruffness "I love you too Lainey" she wrapped her arms around his neck burying her face in his shoulder, he looked over at Bri where she were standing, tears in her beautiful eyes, he opened his arm, without a word, he signals her to come closer and now he has them both in his arms, holding them against his chest, he's never felt this much love for anyone, but in this moment he knew, he'd never want to lose them and he made a silent promise to always keep them protected, making sure they are safe and loved.

He smiled, "let's go on a vacation?" Bridget pulled back "what?" Lainey "vacation?" Crowley nods "yes, just the three of us, somewhere at the coast?" The two of them laughed almost in sync "really?" He laughed "yes really".

The rest of the day, they spend talking about how amazing it'd be, and how much fun they'd have, how Bridget and Lainey have never gone on vacation to the coast. That evening he told the two of them they'd have to go and do some shopping, get stuff for their holiday, they both were so excited. Wanting to know were they were going but Crowley insisted that it was a surprise.

The next morning the three of them went to the shopping mall, despite just wanting to spend a sort of 'family' day he was still protective and on edge because of the past few weeks events, but they spend the day despite the danger that could be around every corner. He spoiled his two girls to his hearts desire, nothing to expensive or to much. He might've spend more money in one day that he did in a year, but he didn't mind he had plenty were that came from.

With multiple shopping bags, clothes, food and other needed supplies they got in his car, he immediately drove to the private airfield. They were surprised to learn that Crowley has a private jet, and that he was a certified pilot. He kept surprising them.

He silently watched Bridget and Lainey as they talked and laughed as he quickly packed the jet, once he was done he helped them inside. As soon as they lifted off, he started, telling them little interesting facts about the city, clouds, flying and everything in between. Up until Lainey fell asleep.

He watched as Bridget took everything in, wide-eyed, his tone loving “you okay love?” Smiling she replied, “yes, just taking in the beauty of it all. I always wanted to fly, you know!”

His lips curled up into a wide smile, “oh yeah! Good thing you're dating a man who has it all then?”

The sweetest giggle escaped her lips “oh so we're dating now?”

His dark brows furrowed “I …” clearing his throat “I thought we were kind of you know”

A mischievous glint in her eyes “I can't remember you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

He was genuinely puzzled, “But we… you know,” giggling “ I know what we did Crowley,” he looked at her, trying to see what she was thinking, but he couldn't quite figure it out, he never really had to do the dating stuff formally, all the other woman were one nights only, he doesn't like getting attached, well up until Bridget anyway.

She smiled “nevermind that, where are you taking us?”

He smiled “you'll see”.

It wasn't much later than that, they've landed in the Maldives, the gasps and excitement were contagious the way their laughter filled his ears had him almost believing he could be a family man, just maybe he can be a father for Lainey and maybe he can be the man Bridget believes he is. He carried in their suitcases, and other supplies, Lainey running in jumping onto the bed and Bri trying to get her to behave, picking her up and placing her down, Crowley laughed “it's fine let her have some fun, it's my house, and now yours as well.”

“What?” *Bri gasped, with a smirk from him, “yes love” Bridget took Laineys hand and jumped onto the bed with her , laying flat on their backs, laughing when Lainey’s sweet voice broke through, as she patted the spot next to her “Cowley come” he smile “coming sweetheart” he got on and laid on his back, his legs hanging over the edge as Lainey pointed upwards the art on the ceiling were beautiful and he had to agree, everything in this moment we're perfect, with Lainey in the middle, and Crowley's hand intertwining in Bridget's, he found a little piece of heaven, as the sounds of their breathing and the waves crashing against the shore filled the room, he knew he was starting to heal.

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[nescaveckwriter]

Arsonist

Let's stop playing games

Watching as it goes up in flames

You standing there

I'm over here

Our eyes connect

In yours I see a speck

Of something so unknown

Something as heavy as stone

Our life filled with photo frames

And other people's names

Each of us has our own

But it's your heart that I want to know

Her hand in yours

His hand around my waist

My heart is making a tour

Entering that dangerous space

Between right and wrong

The two of us known eachother for so long

Tell me how can this be

Why didn't your heart choose me

All those years ago when both us were single

Why didn't the spark between us lit a flame

A sort of kindle

My heart should have known your name

What if we tell them goodbye

I don't want to lie

Not to myself and not to him, but it's you I want

In my slumber it's your name I chant

How did it get this far

My head and heart is in the middle of a war

Like a wildfire burning a path

Thinking about doing something that I shouldn't have

Do we burn the lives we built to ashes

Seeing the flashes

Of the memories of me and him, you and her,

We could never go there

Breaking the eye contact

My heart just barely intact

I don't want to go closer to you

Afraid of what we would do

Just wanting to touch you once, feeling your lips on mine

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, it's a damn crime

To be an arsonist and light our lives on fire

We simply need to push these feelings down and retire

I can't just sit and watch it burn

So I will return

To holding him, while you kiss her

Watching this event occur

There will be no burning flames

As we stay with the people in our photo frames.

-Denesca van Eck

-21 January 2025

-Part 1/25

[nescaveckwriter]

Awww thank you so very much 🤗🐞 I know right that song makes you feel things 🥹 thanks for the prompt 🤗😊

Pieces Of A Shadow 🥹

A/N: Finally getting to my bingo card square yay... For @jackalsversebingo 🐞❤️its been a while since I wrote a one shot, its short but, I kinda liked it, though its tearing me to pieces 🤭😅💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Square Prompt: Torn To Pieces : Pop Evil. Will be in bold.

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Words: 686 🤭

Cover & Pictures: Canva, Pinterest ❤️

Side Note: please don't copy my work, thank you, oh and requests are open...💕💓

There's darkness all around, as he sat alone, back against the wall, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ceiling, wishing it was a dream, wishing it weren't real, wishing she was here, clenching and unclenching his fist, if only he'd been a better man, if only he'd been half the man she needed him to be. If only he could be able... Able to show love like she needed him to.

Why the hell does he need to screw up everything good in his life, and it ain't like she hadn't given him more than one chance to become the man she always said she knew he is.

His fingers gripping the neck of the bottle of jack, the gold liquor hitting his throat as he tried to wash down the feeling of failure, heartbreak, of misery, despair. It felt like there was this intense pressure in his chest, as he recalled the conversation that led to this moment, she stood there, tear stains on her cheeks "Dean .." she sounded broken, "why... Why do you always have to do this? Why do you always have to run towards danger?" His voice gruff "babe it's important, I'm saving people... I'm saving people" he repeated.

Shaking her head "what about saving us? What about staying for once?" He walked closer towards her, "I have to do this, It's who I am darling..." In frustration she grunted, "you're so much more than this, more than the man your father said you are... Dean, listen to me, don't go..."

He saw the desperation in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, as he stood there in front of her, she took his hands, held onto him, her voice cracking "please, don't do this .." his thumb brushed over her knuckles, determination in his voice "I have to... This is just something I have to do." She let go of his hands, fear in her tone, "you're going to get yourself killed Dean and for what, keeping your father happy?"

He huffed "you wouldn't understand, I promised him..." She didn't let him finish that sentence, instead she raised her voice "fine!" She looked at him a pained expression expression "I'm done trying, I can't anymore Dean"

Confusion evident as he looked at her, "w-what do you mean by that?" She hissed back "I'm done staying here, hoping you'd come home safely, unharmed... I can't do that anymore" his jaw clenched "what? You knew who I was, I am when we started out"

She shook her head "Dean you don't get it do you, You come home every time, torn to pieces, about what you had to do, you've become a shell of the man I fell in love with," his frustration evident "that's not true"

The last thing she said as she left that day was "you know it's true" and he hasn't seen her since.

His hand brushed through his hair, he knew it was true, he wasn't the same man he was before, he truly has become a shadow of who he once was, but he couldn't tell her she was right ... Why didn't he beg her to stay? Why did he let her walk out that day! Every time he closes his eyes it's like he can't breathe, seeing her pained expression, the tears in her eyes, the fear in her voice, he suddenly throws the bottle against the wall, screaming in frustration, in anger. Watching as the shards of glass shatter against the wall, tears in the corners of his emerald eyes, a hoarse, desperate whisper falling from his plump lips, "I should've said the words you wanted to here baby, I should've been better, but now instead I'm torn to pieces by the memory of you, of what we could've been... Wishing like hell I stayed, wishing I were half the man you'd wanted me to be" he let out a defeated grunt, knowing the only place he'll ever see you again are the memories replaying over and over in his mind, because even if it is tearing him to pieces, he knows your not coming back.

@jackles010378 @jacklesversebingo @winchesterwild78 @k-slla @angelbabyyy99 @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygirl @bookishtheaterlover7

[nescaveckwriter]

😱😱😬I blame it on the song 🤭😔

Pieces Of A Shadow 🥹

A/N: Finally getting to my bingo card square yay... For @jackalsversebingo 🐞❤️its been a while since I wrote a one shot, its short but, I kinda liked it, though its tearing me to pieces 🤭😅💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Square Prompt: Torn To Pieces : Pop Evil. Will be in bold.

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Words: 686 🤭

Cover & Pictures: Canva, Pinterest ❤️

Side Note: please don't copy my work, thank you, oh and requests are open...💕💓

There's darkness all around, as he sat alone, back against the wall, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ceiling, wishing it was a dream, wishing it weren't real, wishing she was here, clenching and unclenching his fist, if only he'd been a better man, if only he'd been half the man she needed him to be. If only he could be able... Able to show love like she needed him to.

Why the hell does he need to screw up everything good in his life, and it ain't like she hadn't given him more than one chance to become the man she always said she knew he is.

His fingers gripping the neck of the bottle of jack, the gold liquor hitting his throat as he tried to wash down the feeling of failure, heartbreak, of misery, despair. It felt like there was this intense pressure in his chest, as he recalled the conversation that led to this moment, she stood there, tear stains on her cheeks "Dean .." she sounded broken, "why... Why do you always have to do this? Why do you always have to run towards danger?" His voice gruff "babe it's important, I'm saving people... I'm saving people" he repeated.

Shaking her head "what about saving us? What about staying for once?" He walked closer towards her, "I have to do this, It's who I am darling..." In frustration she grunted, "you're so much more than this, more than the man your father said you are... Dean, listen to me, don't go..."

He saw the desperation in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, as he stood there in front of her, she took his hands, held onto him, her voice cracking "please, don't do this .." his thumb brushed over her knuckles, determination in his voice "I have to... This is just something I have to do." She let go of his hands, fear in her tone, "you're going to get yourself killed Dean and for what, keeping your father happy?"

He huffed "you wouldn't understand, I promised him..." She didn't let him finish that sentence, instead she raised her voice "fine!" She looked at him a pained expression expression "I'm done trying, I can't anymore Dean"

Confusion evident as he looked at her, "w-what do you mean by that?" She hissed back "I'm done staying here, hoping you'd come home safely, unharmed... I can't do that anymore" his jaw clenched "what? You knew who I was, I am when we started out"

She shook her head "Dean you don't get it do you, You come home every time, torn to pieces, about what you had to do, you've become a shell of the man I fell in love with," his frustration evident "that's not true"

The last thing she said as she left that day was "you know it's true" and he hasn't seen her since.

His hand brushed through his hair, he knew it was true, he wasn't the same man he was before, he truly has become a shadow of who he once was, but he couldn't tell her she was right ... Why didn't he beg her to stay? Why did he let her walk out that day! Every time he closes his eyes it's like he can't breathe, seeing her pained expression, the tears in her eyes, the fear in her voice, he suddenly throws the bottle against the wall, screaming in frustration, in anger. Watching as the shards of glass shatter against the wall, tears in the corners of his emerald eyes, a hoarse, desperate whisper falling from his plump lips, "I should've said the words you wanted to here baby, I should've been better, but now instead I'm torn to pieces by the memory of you, of what we could've been... Wishing like hell I stayed, wishing I were half the man you'd wanted me to be" he let out a defeated grunt, knowing the only place he'll ever see you again are the memories replaying over and over in his mind, because even if it is tearing him to pieces, he knows your not coming back.

@jackles010378 @jacklesversebingo @winchesterwild78 @k-slla @angelbabyyy99 @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygirl @bookishtheaterlover7

[nescaveckwriter]

Eeeeek 😱🥹... Sorry 😐

Pieces Of A Shadow 🥹

A/N: Finally getting to my bingo card square yay... For @jackalsversebingo 🐞❤️its been a while since I wrote a one shot, its short but, I kinda liked it, though its tearing me to pieces 🤭😅💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Square Prompt: Torn To Pieces : Pop Evil. Will be in bold.

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Words: 686 🤭

Cover & Pictures: Canva, Pinterest ❤️

Side Note: please don't copy my work, thank you, oh and requests are open...💕💓

There's darkness all around, as he sat alone, back against the wall, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ceiling, wishing it was a dream, wishing it weren't real, wishing she was here, clenching and unclenching his fist, if only he'd been a better man, if only he'd been half the man she needed him to be. If only he could be able... Able to show love like she needed him to.

Why the hell does he need to screw up everything good in his life, and it ain't like she hadn't given him more than one chance to become the man she always said she knew he is.

His fingers gripping the neck of the bottle of jack, the gold liquor hitting his throat as he tried to wash down the feeling of failure, heartbreak, of misery, despair. It felt like there was this intense pressure in his chest, as he recalled the conversation that led to this moment, she stood there, tear stains on her cheeks "Dean .." she sounded broken, "why... Why do you always have to do this? Why do you always have to run towards danger?" His voice gruff "babe it's important, I'm saving people... I'm saving people" he repeated.

Shaking her head "what about saving us? What about staying for once?" He walked closer towards her, "I have to do this, It's who I am darling..." In frustration she grunted, "you're so much more than this, more than the man your father said you are... Dean, listen to me, don't go..."

He saw the desperation in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, as he stood there in front of her, she took his hands, held onto him, her voice cracking "please, don't do this .." his thumb brushed over her knuckles, determination in his voice "I have to... This is just something I have to do." She let go of his hands, fear in her tone, "you're going to get yourself killed Dean and for what, keeping your father happy?"

He huffed "you wouldn't understand, I promised him..." She didn't let him finish that sentence, instead she raised her voice "fine!" She looked at him a pained expression expression "I'm done trying, I can't anymore Dean"

Confusion evident as he looked at her, "w-what do you mean by that?" She hissed back "I'm done staying here, hoping you'd come home safely, unharmed... I can't do that anymore" his jaw clenched "what? You knew who I was, I am when we started out"

She shook her head "Dean you don't get it do you, You come home every time, torn to pieces, about what you had to do, you've become a shell of the man I fell in love with," his frustration evident "that's not true"

The last thing she said as she left that day was "you know it's true" and he hasn't seen her since.

His hand brushed through his hair, he knew it was true, he wasn't the same man he was before, he truly has become a shadow of who he once was, but he couldn't tell her she was right ... Why didn't he beg her to stay? Why did he let her walk out that day! Every time he closes his eyes it's like he can't breathe, seeing her pained expression, the tears in her eyes, the fear in her voice, he suddenly throws the bottle against the wall, screaming in frustration, in anger. Watching as the shards of glass shatter against the wall, tears in the corners of his emerald eyes, a hoarse, desperate whisper falling from his plump lips, "I should've said the words you wanted to here baby, I should've been better, but now instead I'm torn to pieces by the memory of you, of what we could've been... Wishing like hell I stayed, wishing I were half the man you'd wanted me to be" he let out a defeated grunt, knowing the only place he'll ever see you again are the memories replaying over and over in his mind, because even if it is tearing him to pieces, he knows your not coming back.

@jackles010378 @jacklesversebingo @winchesterwild78 @k-slla @angelbabyyy99 @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygirl @bookishtheaterlover7

[nescaveckwriter]

@jackles010378 Aww Stace❤️ I've missed writing so much, slowly getting back into it again...😋😅🐞❤️

Love Ain't Pretty - #3 - Lost and Found ❤️🐞

Summary: Desperate to get out of her current situation, Kacie Atkins, goes home, well too her Grandmother's Ranch, only too find a older, handsome stranger and heartbreaking news. Finally learning the truth about why her parents took her away, 'Love Ain't Pretty' is filled with Drama, Secrets and Lies, laughter and Forbidden Love.🐞🩷

A/N: 🐞... It's been nearly two months or so, of not publishing a chapter 🥹 so sorry, but life got in the way, so this chapter are really special to me, it's a little mix of everything, I hope y'all enjoy it ❤️ okayz bye Sweet's 💓

Warnings: *18+ Only* Some light swearing, feeling a little lost, anything else let me know.😅

Characters: O.C - Kacie Jones, Franklin Clay😋

Words: 2091 😊

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕 Also please do not copy my work, or use it as your own, all my stories, is my own.🐞

Looking at the phone in her hand, her mom's number on the screen, she tried to press that dial button multiple times, but just couldn't find the courage to, she's been here for a whole week now, but still she can't find the guts to just talk to her parents. How does she tell them, about her grandma, even worse, how does she tell them, she inherited the ranch. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she placed the phone in the night stand, she'll call them later, putting it off once again...

Walking out of the door, standing on the porch, breathing in the beautiful fresh farm air, a smile tugged at her lips , getting nostalgic it seems like nothing has changed, but the truth is everything has. Stepping onto the grass barefoot, the texture of the dew and the softness of the green, a small relieved sigh escaping over her sweetheart lips, making her way towards the stalls, the sounds of the horses, whining filling her ears. Stepping into the stall, hearing loud heavy footsteps, her heart rate skyrocketing, her breathing heavy, who can be here? Glancing around, looking for something, hell anything to defend herself. Catching a glimpse of a broom, slowly picking it up, while holding her breath, making her way further into the barn, listening for the footsteps which suddenly died down, wide-eyed, she looks around when all of the sudden, she hears a gruff southern voice behind her "Good day Missy" she swing's around , broom in hand , and in one move the tall man takes ahold of the broom, "your gonna hurt someone with that thing and it ain't going to be me darling".

She yelps "who!" Then realising "Clay!".

He chucked, "last time I checked that was my name" she huffs a little "what are you doing here sneaking around" 

His dark brown eyes, piercing hers, "someone needs to feed the damn horses, you are a little to city to do it, so..." 

Hissing at him "how dare you, you don't know anything about me... I was about to feed the horses" 

He places the broom down against the wall, "sure you are, it's nearly ten in the morning!" Shrugged her shoulders "yeah and?"

He sneered "by the damn time you feed them, they're going to die of hunger" taken aback "I would never" he shot back "well its ten! They eat every morning around six, so that they can get energy for the day ahead,".

Confused "the day ahead?" He shook his head, "some of the horses here are being used to get the cattle into the field" genuinely surprised "we have cows, wait I've never seen them" he lets out a hearty chuckle.

Crossing her arms In Front of her chest "what's so funny?" Through the laughter, "you really are to city... I take 'em out every morning and bring 'em back at night" 

Unimpressed with his laughter "well from now on I'll do it, I don't need your help" 

He looks her up and down, "says the little barefoot girl”, sneering at him once again, "I'm not little and what's wrong with being barefoot?"

He looks at her, "oh nothing, if your a hippie, who doesn't own a ranch,"

She huffs "there's nothing wrong with being barefoot,"

Her little attitude is starting to work on his nerves, "listen to me" he raises his voice a little "if you want to own a damn ranch , you gotta stop that hippie crap of yours, you have animals and people counting on you , do you understand!" 

She stood there listening to him raising his voice at her, and she felt the tears threatening to spill behind her eyes, her bottom lip quivering a little, she couldn't reply, all she did was stand there for a few seconds before she started to run out of the barn.

The sight of those pretty green eyes, filled with tears, was enough to make him feel bad, he followed her, seeing her standing outside, for a moment his breath got taken away, the way the sunlight played with her brown hair, making it seem highlighted, but her sniffles grounded him again, his gruff voice seems softer than before, "look I'm sorry, it's just..." He trails off.

She turns around, the tears glistening on her freckled cheeks, "just what...? You're just an old grumpy man, a real ass, that's what you are".  A scowl on his face, "are you done with your tantrum?" 

Sighing "I am sorry I called you grumpy, old and an ass, but there's better ways to talk to me you know"

He crosses his arms, over his muscular chest "oh yeah? I am not skilled enough to talk to a spoiled brat" 

She stomps her barefoot on the gravel, "urgh it's like talking to a wall, your...." She paused, then let out a frustrated grunt, "Urgh, forget." Turning around to walk towards the house, but with his long legs he catches up to her.

He growls, "your insufferable, dammit, your crazy to think you can do this on your own, because you can't" Stopping in her tracks, "get off my land, now if I ever see you again it will be too soon" 

His jaw clenched "fine missy, I'll leave but you'll come back..."

It's been a couple of days since he's seen Kacie, and he hasn't set a foot on 'her ranch' again. Even though he promised Aunt Cathy he'd look after her, but never in his life has he thought that she'd be such a ... Well a pain in the ass. He huffs a little as he sips his black coffee, watching out over the field from his porch, the rain drizzling down. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips, barely audible "this is the life, just me, my ranch" trailing off as he heard a little wine from the golden retriever , he lets out a chuckle, "oh yes and you Cooper". 

He gets up to go in, but before he could make it in through the doorway, he heard some distant, hysterical screaming coming from across the field , from the Atkins ranch. 

His instincts kicked in and before he knew it, he had his rifle in hand, whistled for his horse Magnum, he ran towards the direction of the screaming.

He was met halfway with Kacie running in the rain with jeans,  muddy shoes, her brown her sticking to her face, "Helppppp, Helpppp". 

He slows down and jumps off, concern evident "what's going on" 

In-between the tears and sniffles "o-one of the horses won't get up, I..." Biting her lower lip, "I think I did something wrong, please come take a look , please"!.

He simply nods, trying his very best not to be affected by the way she bites her lip, dammit he cussed himself , then finally finding words "show me where".  Before he knew what was happening,, she wrapped her tiny hand around his calloused hand and pulled him in the direction of the barn, he heard her mumbling something about how it's her fault and that she should've listened to him and that she's sorry, but for some reason all he was aware of was the way her skin felt against his.

.

Entering the barn, he saw the mere laying there, her breathing laboured, the sweat glistening, bending down he began to softly start rubbing the horse's head, between his ears, his voice gravelly low "hey darling, your about to be a mama aren't you!" Kacie's green eyes wide "w..what?" He turned to her, "she's about to foal" her smile grew and her eyes glistened, "like uh... A baby horse?" He chuckled when he saw how excited she was, "yes, but we have to be calm okay, she can sense our energy”, wide-eyed she nodded, and whispered “How can I help?”

He gave her orders, even though he was pretty sure she’d run or pass out by the sight of blood, he told her where to get the gloves, towels, rope and disinfectant, she followed down to a T… As the process of delivering the foal started he told her to wait outside but she was so adamant in helping that he couldn’t chase her away. After an hour or so, the delivery was done, both of them covered in the remnants of the birth. Clay checked for any abnormalities, but thankfully there were none. They stood back, watching as the foal came to stand up, all wobbly at first, then the mother started nudging the little one, and he got up, immediately started to drink. 

Clay chuckles “good job little miss city” he said as he turned to her, he frowned as he saw tears streaming down her freckled cheeks, catching a glimpse of her trembling hands, he voice gruff “you okay?” through the tears, “s…sorry it’s just so beautiful” looking up at him through her wet eyelashes, “I were so afraid that I did something wrong, that I hurt her, that she won’t make it…” he doesn’t know why but he pulled her into a hug, a softer tone as before “shhhh… it’s okay, that mere is going to be fine, you did nothing wrong” he felt her arms tightening around his waist, her head against his chest, through the sniffles, “Thank you Clay” that got a smile, “pleasure darling” he stepped back, releasing from the hug, he felt so empty all of the sudden, but he shook it off, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lps, “you know, it’s tradition round here” drying her tears, “what?” chuckling, “you need to celebrate your first delivery, so go get cleaned up, I’ll pick ya up round sevenish” smiling, her curiosity piqued “where are you taking me.?” he laughs “you’ll see, oh and darling, please don’t look too ‘city’.” she huffs a little “so what, braids, plaids and boots” he nods, “that could work” she just laughs as she walks off.

Getting out of the shower, smiling, singing and swirling around the room, “I, Kacie Atkins, did my first delivery” singing along with some country song playing on the radio, as she got dressed in her jeans, lime-green hoodie and some sneakers, letting her hair hang loose, it’s not exactly ‘country’ more country-chic, but she doesn’t really own a pair of them stetson boots.

Looking over at the time, 7”30, “no! Damn I’m late” grabbing her phone, running downstairs, opening the front door, seeing him laying against the porch “sorry, I’m so late sorry” he chuckles, while tilting his hat, “figured you’d be”, crossing her arms, “what’s that supposed to mean” he smiled “nothing, now let’s get going…” he gives her a once over “not bad, for a city girl” she just shakes her head, as she walked to his truck. He held the door for her as she got in, thinking , since when has a man ever done that for her. Walking around the car, to his side, he can’t help the beating of his heart that’s a little faster. 

On the drive into town he told her about the adventures he had as a rancher and she laughed and asked questions and told some stories about how busy New York is. He pulled into the parking spot, the name board hanging a little skew, ‘Down at the lost and found’ a smile tugs at the corners of his lips “not only is it the best but only bar in town, it has great beer and terrible karaoke,” that made Kacie, laugh out of her stomach, in return it made him laugh as well, through the laughter, he stuttered “it’s not even so funny” she shook her head, looking at him laughing uncontrollable, holding her stomach “your face… the way…” laughing more at the memory of how he pulled his lip up when he said bad karaoke.  

He frowns a little mocking offense “what’s wrong with my face” he looked at her and started laughing again. The laughter went on for a seconds more, when all of the sudden she looked slightly worried and blurted out “I’m going to pee, stop” he looked at her shaking his head “your something else Kacie Atkins” she didn’t respond she just got outta the truck and ran into the bar, leaving him sitting there, knowing he lost all of his damn senses, but his found something his been searching for his whole life… joy, even if it is the form of a 5’2ft woman, who is absolutely crazy, sighing and nearly 15 years older than him.

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Pieces Of A Shadow 🥹

A/N: Finally getting to my bingo card square yay... For @jackalsversebingo 🐞❤️its been a while since I wrote a one shot, its short but, I kinda liked it, though its tearing me to pieces 🤭😅💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Square Prompt: Torn To Pieces : Pop Evil. Will be in bold.

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Words: 686 🤭

Cover & Pictures: Canva, Pinterest ❤️

Side Note: please don't copy my work, thank you, oh and requests are open...💕💓

There's darkness all around, as he sat alone, back against the wall, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ceiling, wishing it was a dream, wishing it weren't real, wishing she was here, clenching and unclenching his fist, if only he'd been a better man, if only he'd been half the man she needed him to be. If only he could be able... Able to show love like she needed him to.

Why the hell does he need to screw up everything good in his life, and it ain't like she hadn't given him more than one chance to become the man she always said she knew he is.

His fingers gripping the neck of the bottle of jack, the gold liquor hitting his throat as he tried to wash down the feeling of failure, heartbreak, of misery, despair. It felt like there was this intense pressure in his chest, as he recalled the conversation that led to this moment, she stood there, tear stains on her cheeks "Dean .." she sounded broken, "why... Why do you always have to do this? Why do you always have to run towards danger?" His voice gruff "babe it's important, I'm saving people... I'm saving people" he repeated.

Shaking her head "what about saving us? What about staying for once?" He walked closer towards her, "I have to do this, It's who I am darling..." In frustration she grunted, "you're so much more than this, more than the man your father said you are... Dean, listen to me, don't go..."

He saw the desperation in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, as he stood there in front of her, she took his hands, held onto him, her voice cracking "please, don't do this .." his thumb brushed over her knuckles, determination in his voice "I have to... This is just something I have to do." She let go of his hands, fear in her tone, "you're going to get yourself killed Dean and for what, keeping your father happy?"

He huffed "you wouldn't understand, I promised him..." She didn't let him finish that sentence, instead she raised her voice "fine!" She looked at him a pained expression expression "I'm done trying, I can't anymore Dean"

Confusion evident as he looked at her, "w-what do you mean by that?" She hissed back "I'm done staying here, hoping you'd come home safely, unharmed... I can't do that anymore" his jaw clenched "what? You knew who I was, I am when we started out"

She shook her head "Dean you don't get it do you, You come home every time, torn to pieces, about what you had to do, you've become a shell of the man I fell in love with," his frustration evident "that's not true"

The last thing she said as she left that day was "you know it's true" and he hasn't seen her since.

His hand brushed through his hair, he knew it was true, he wasn't the same man he was before, he truly has become a shadow of who he once was, but he couldn't tell her she was right ... Why didn't he beg her to stay? Why did he let her walk out that day! Every time he closes his eyes it's like he can't breathe, seeing her pained expression, the tears in her eyes, the fear in her voice, he suddenly throws the bottle against the wall, screaming in frustration, in anger. Watching as the shards of glass shatter against the wall, tears in the corners of his emerald eyes, a hoarse, desperate whisper falling from his plump lips, "I should've said the words you wanted to here baby, I should've been better, but now instead I'm torn to pieces by the memory of you, of what we could've been... Wishing like hell I stayed, wishing I were half the man you'd wanted me to be" he let out a defeated grunt, knowing the only place he'll ever see you again are the memories replaying over and over in his mind, because even if it is tearing him to pieces, he knows your not coming back.

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Love Ain't Pretty - #3 - Lost and Found ❤️🐞

Summary: Desperate to get out of her current situation, Kacie Atkins, goes home, well too her Grandmother's Ranch, only too find a older, handsome stranger and heartbreaking news. Finally learning the truth about why her parents took her away, 'Love Ain't Pretty' is filled with Drama, Secrets and Lies, laughter and Forbidden Love.🐞🩷

A/N: 🐞... It's been nearly two months or so, of not publishing a chapter 🥹 so sorry, but life got in the way, so this chapter are really special to me, it's a little mix of everything, I hope y'all enjoy it ❤️ okayz bye Sweet's 💓

Warnings: *18+ Only* Some light swearing, feeling a little lost, anything else let me know.😅

Characters: O.C - Kacie Jones, Franklin Clay😋

Words: 2091 😊

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕 Also please do not copy my work, or use it as your own, all my stories, is my own.🐞

Looking at the phone in her hand, her mom's number on the screen, she tried to press that dial button multiple times, but just couldn't find the courage to, she's been here for a whole week now, but still she can't find the guts to just talk to her parents. How does she tell them, about her grandma, even worse, how does she tell them, she inherited the ranch. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she placed the phone in the night stand, she'll call them later, putting it off once again...

Walking out of the door, standing on the porch, breathing in the beautiful fresh farm air, a smile tugged at her lips , getting nostalgic it seems like nothing has changed, but the truth is everything has. Stepping onto the grass barefoot, the texture of the dew and the softness of the green, a small relieved sigh escaping over her sweetheart lips, making her way towards the stalls, the sounds of the horses, whining filling her ears. Stepping into the stall, hearing loud heavy footsteps, her heart rate skyrocketing, her breathing heavy, who can be here? Glancing around, looking for something, hell anything to defend herself. Catching a glimpse of a broom, slowly picking it up, while holding her breath, making her way further into the barn, listening for the footsteps which suddenly died down, wide-eyed, she looks around when all of the sudden, she hears a gruff southern voice behind her "Good day Missy" she swing's around , broom in hand , and in one move the tall man takes ahold of the broom, "your gonna hurt someone with that thing and it ain't going to be me darling".

She yelps "who!" Then realising "Clay!".

He chucked, "last time I checked that was my name" she huffs a little "what are you doing here sneaking around" 

His dark brown eyes, piercing hers, "someone needs to feed the damn horses, you are a little to city to do it, so..." 

Hissing at him "how dare you, you don't know anything about me... I was about to feed the horses" 

He places the broom down against the wall, "sure you are, it's nearly ten in the morning!" Shrugged her shoulders "yeah and?"

He sneered "by the damn time you feed them, they're going to die of hunger" taken aback "I would never" he shot back "well its ten! They eat every morning around six, so that they can get energy for the day ahead,".

Confused "the day ahead?" He shook his head, "some of the horses here are being used to get the cattle into the field" genuinely surprised "we have cows, wait I've never seen them" he lets out a hearty chuckle.

Crossing her arms In Front of her chest "what's so funny?" Through the laughter, "you really are to city... I take 'em out every morning and bring 'em back at night" 

Unimpressed with his laughter "well from now on I'll do it, I don't need your help" 

He looks her up and down, "says the little barefoot girl”, sneering at him once again, "I'm not little and what's wrong with being barefoot?"

He looks at her, "oh nothing, if your a hippie, who doesn't own a ranch,"

She huffs "there's nothing wrong with being barefoot,"

Her little attitude is starting to work on his nerves, "listen to me" he raises his voice a little "if you want to own a damn ranch , you gotta stop that hippie crap of yours, you have animals and people counting on you , do you understand!" 

She stood there listening to him raising his voice at her, and she felt the tears threatening to spill behind her eyes, her bottom lip quivering a little, she couldn't reply, all she did was stand there for a few seconds before she started to run out of the barn.

The sight of those pretty green eyes, filled with tears, was enough to make him feel bad, he followed her, seeing her standing outside, for a moment his breath got taken away, the way the sunlight played with her brown hair, making it seem highlighted, but her sniffles grounded him again, his gruff voice seems softer than before, "look I'm sorry, it's just..." He trails off.

She turns around, the tears glistening on her freckled cheeks, "just what...? You're just an old grumpy man, a real ass, that's what you are".  A scowl on his face, "are you done with your tantrum?" 

Sighing "I am sorry I called you grumpy, old and an ass, but there's better ways to talk to me you know"

He crosses his arms, over his muscular chest "oh yeah? I am not skilled enough to talk to a spoiled brat" 

She stomps her barefoot on the gravel, "urgh it's like talking to a wall, your...." She paused, then let out a frustrated grunt, "Urgh, forget." Turning around to walk towards the house, but with his long legs he catches up to her.

He growls, "your insufferable, dammit, your crazy to think you can do this on your own, because you can't" Stopping in her tracks, "get off my land, now if I ever see you again it will be too soon" 

His jaw clenched "fine missy, I'll leave but you'll come back..."

It's been a couple of days since he's seen Kacie, and he hasn't set a foot on 'her ranch' again. Even though he promised Aunt Cathy he'd look after her, but never in his life has he thought that she'd be such a ... Well a pain in the ass. He huffs a little as he sips his black coffee, watching out over the field from his porch, the rain drizzling down. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips, barely audible "this is the life, just me, my ranch" trailing off as he heard a little wine from the golden retriever , he lets out a chuckle, "oh yes and you Cooper". 

He gets up to go in, but before he could make it in through the doorway, he heard some distant, hysterical screaming coming from across the field , from the Atkins ranch. 

His instincts kicked in and before he knew it, he had his rifle in hand, whistled for his horse Magnum, he ran towards the direction of the screaming.

He was met halfway with Kacie running in the rain with jeans,  muddy shoes, her brown her sticking to her face, "Helppppp, Helpppp". 

He slows down and jumps off, concern evident "what's going on" 

In-between the tears and sniffles "o-one of the horses won't get up, I..." Biting her lower lip, "I think I did something wrong, please come take a look , please"!.

He simply nods, trying his very best not to be affected by the way she bites her lip, dammit he cussed himself , then finally finding words "show me where".  Before he knew what was happening,, she wrapped her tiny hand around his calloused hand and pulled him in the direction of the barn, he heard her mumbling something about how it's her fault and that she should've listened to him and that she's sorry, but for some reason all he was aware of was the way her skin felt against his.

.

Entering the barn, he saw the mere laying there, her breathing laboured, the sweat glistening, bending down he began to softly start rubbing the horse's head, between his ears, his voice gravelly low "hey darling, your about to be a mama aren't you!" Kacie's green eyes wide "w..what?" He turned to her, "she's about to foal" her smile grew and her eyes glistened, "like uh... A baby horse?" He chuckled when he saw how excited she was, "yes, but we have to be calm okay, she can sense our energy”, wide-eyed she nodded, and whispered “How can I help?”

He gave her orders, even though he was pretty sure she’d run or pass out by the sight of blood, he told her where to get the gloves, towels, rope and disinfectant, she followed down to a T… As the process of delivering the foal started he told her to wait outside but she was so adamant in helping that he couldn’t chase her away. After an hour or so, the delivery was done, both of them covered in the remnants of the birth. Clay checked for any abnormalities, but thankfully there were none. They stood back, watching as the foal came to stand up, all wobbly at first, then the mother started nudging the little one, and he got up, immediately started to drink. 

Clay chuckles “good job little miss city” he said as he turned to her, he frowned as he saw tears streaming down her freckled cheeks, catching a glimpse of her trembling hands, he voice gruff “you okay?” through the tears, “s…sorry it’s just so beautiful” looking up at him through her wet eyelashes, “I were so afraid that I did something wrong, that I hurt her, that she won’t make it…” he doesn’t know why but he pulled her into a hug, a softer tone as before “shhhh… it’s okay, that mere is going to be fine, you did nothing wrong” he felt her arms tightening around his waist, her head against his chest, through the sniffles, “Thank you Clay” that got a smile, “pleasure darling” he stepped back, releasing from the hug, he felt so empty all of the sudden, but he shook it off, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lps, “you know, it’s tradition round here” drying her tears, “what?” chuckling, “you need to celebrate your first delivery, so go get cleaned up, I’ll pick ya up round sevenish” smiling, her curiosity piqued “where are you taking me.?” he laughs “you’ll see, oh and darling, please don’t look too ‘city’.” she huffs a little “so what, braids, plaids and boots” he nods, “that could work” she just laughs as she walks off.

Getting out of the shower, smiling, singing and swirling around the room, “I, Kacie Atkins, did my first delivery” singing along with some country song playing on the radio, as she got dressed in her jeans, lime-green hoodie and some sneakers, letting her hair hang loose, it’s not exactly ‘country’ more country-chic, but she doesn’t really own a pair of them stetson boots.

Looking over at the time, 7”30, “no! Damn I’m late” grabbing her phone, running downstairs, opening the front door, seeing him laying against the porch “sorry, I’m so late sorry” he chuckles, while tilting his hat, “figured you’d be”, crossing her arms, “what’s that supposed to mean” he smiled “nothing, now let’s get going…” he gives her a once over “not bad, for a city girl” she just shakes her head, as she walked to his truck. He held the door for her as she got in, thinking , since when has a man ever done that for her. Walking around the car, to his side, he can’t help the beating of his heart that’s a little faster. 

On the drive into town he told her about the adventures he had as a rancher and she laughed and asked questions and told some stories about how busy New York is. He pulled into the parking spot, the name board hanging a little skew, ‘Down at the lost and found’ a smile tugs at the corners of his lips “not only is it the best but only bar in town, it has great beer and terrible karaoke,” that made Kacie, laugh out of her stomach, in return it made him laugh as well, through the laughter, he stuttered “it’s not even so funny” she shook her head, looking at him laughing uncontrollable, holding her stomach “your face… the way…” laughing more at the memory of how he pulled his lip up when he said bad karaoke.  

He frowns a little mocking offense “what’s wrong with my face” he looked at her and started laughing again. The laughter went on for a seconds more, when all of the sudden she looked slightly worried and blurted out “I’m going to pee, stop” he looked at her shaking his head “your something else Kacie Atkins” she didn’t respond she just got outta the truck and ran into the bar, leaving him sitting there, knowing he lost all of his damn senses, but his found something his been searching for his whole life… joy, even if it is the form of a 5’2ft woman, who is absolutely crazy, sighing and nearly 15 years older than him.

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