#Or maybe that happened before they both got sick and Colt will start to hate Felix for his illness.

[lorian-loriest-dingo]

Vale, pero aquí hay una teoría diferente. Creo que estamos olvidando otra posibilidad más triste y que probablemente contribuyó inconscientemente al estado mental y la dinámica de Félix y Adrien.

Colt liked Adrien's personality and that's why Adrien thinks Felix might be sad about his father's death.

Imagine this: Felix worried that he used Adrien to escape for a moment from his father's control

Felix: How did it go with my father?

Adrien: Un poco aburrido, pero está bien. ¡Puedo ir a tu escuela! ¡Mejoré un poco tus notas y seguí las reglas al pie de la letra para que tu padre pueda relajarse! Creo que casi se entera algunas veces, ¡pero logré controlarme!

Felix :.. ah ..

Maybe it could be the incentive for Felix to be better at everything and finish school faster? 🧐 Can you imagine how that could affect Felix's mental state, believing that it was his personality that was the problem? Or what happens to Adrien that he could come to believe that Colt and Gabriel's behavior being cold and hurtful is something acceptable for someone like him who has to be better at controlling himself?

What I mean is that Colt hated Felix more for the illness he caused him and that Felix did not obey him perfectly (which is normal because he is a child) It's very likely that Colt and Felix won't resonate the same way as Gabriel and Adrien won't resonate

Adrien is more submissive and calm his mom is also sick enough to play with him so imperactivity was not common with his mother , according to the recent flashback it seems that he has always been someone who kept his negative feelings to himself unless you are with someone his trust like him mother

Where Felix could not meet Colt's expectations, it is very likely that Adrien could have met them at least enough to be fine for a week I think that long term , neither of them survives the life of the other because eh, both are bad upbringings

Desde la perspectiva de Colt, él se dio cuenta de que era Adrien o tal vez no se dio cuenta. Uhm, creo que cualquiera de las dos opciones es válida y perturbadora.

A )Se dio cuenta de que era Adrien y no le importó porque Adrien es mejor siguiendo sus órdenes que Félix.

B) Félix (Adrien) se portó tan bien que Colt estaría feliz de haber domado finalmente al monstruo.

C) Adrien was so quiet and uncomplaining that Colt even forgot about his presence sometimes

D) Colt le dio ordenes con el anillo de Felix (Tranquilo Felix no sintió esto como cuando Nathalie usó el anillo de Adrien para controlar a Felix en Risk y Adrien no lo sintió y Felix pretendió obedecer) cuando se salió de la línea e incluso sin anillo Adrien los obedeció y entendió mejor lo que Colt esperaba de él y así no volvería a cometer el error

Maybe even unintentionally worsening Colt's opinion of Felix

Also now that we know that Gabriel went out all the time, it is very likely that Felix was alone with Emilie and that is where his passion for the theater comes from

Amelia, I feel like she was first confused and worried, even scared of why her son was acting like that, but then she realized but didn't say anything until a week had passed or at least that's what it seems like from the dialogue she says clarifying that it was them who didn't realize ( Although it could just be my translation? )

(Funny series if we actually got the flashback of the place swap in the series and it was something totally different than what we speculated )

I just thought about something. Amelie once said Felix and Adrien tricked Gabriel and Emilie for a whole weekend. I wonder, did The Agrestes agree to let Felix stay over for a while or do you think Adrien might have had to suffer a night with Colt?

For the longest time I thought that happened on the Graham de Vanily estate, while they were all trapped together for the holidays or something similar — but we’ve learnt from Werepapas that couldn’t have been the case!

For Adrien’s sake, I hope it happened while Felix/the Fathoms were staying in Paris and that he wasn’t trapped alone with Colt for an entire weekend, but that’s definitely a possibility. I’ve seen a few different posts theorising that this particular weekend is why Adrien appeared to be so afraid of Marinette’s sheriff/cowboy sketch in Psycomedian… and I mean, just look at the way he flinches here (00:35-01:07):

He seems genuinely scared of Marinette in that instant, which otherwise never happens. So it stands to reason that the problem isn’t her, but this particular act — which is eerily similar to the way Colt is portrayed in Representation. I don’t think Colt actually walked around dressed like that, mind you, but the cousins may have been caricaturing him since they were very little. Of course, there’s always the possibility that Adrien simply witnessed Colt’s treatment of Felix, and that was enough to leave scars.

If that worst case scenario did happen, then Amelie’s retelling and forced laughter is a little weird? But we know this petulant exterior of hers is all an act. She was very likely trying to make Gabriel mad on purpose, and bringing back memories of how Colt laid his hands on his son would accomplish just that.

There’s also the possibility that while Felix tricked Gabriel and Emilie for an entire weekend, Colt found out about Adrien immediately — especially if he failed to follow amok orders — and didn’t do anything to him. Which would make for some insane Senticousins angst upon their reunion (of course Felix wouldn’t want Adrien to be hurt, but it would probably reinforce the idea that there’s something wrong with him).

It’s always a little hard to analyse Felix (the episode) due to the inconsistencies in characterisation compared to later seasons (I don’t mean this in a salty way at all — I simply think the writers hadn’t fully figured out what they wanted to do with Amelie and especially Felix then, and had to course-correct from S4 onward). But Adrien being collateral damage of Colt’s abuse, in one way or another, is very likely. Maybe he himself isn’t sure why he reacted the way he did…

I actually have some fic recs on this concept, so here you go:

no one listens to the dead by @bittersweetresilience

It Was Never That Funny by @cookiedough77

There are probably more I’m not thinking about right now, but I hope you’ll enjoy these! 💚💜

EDIT: OK I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING ELSE. What if Adrien tried to do what Felix did in Risk — stand up to his father for him? What if that’s how he convinced Felix to let him leave with Colt and it went horribly wrong? Can you imagine the guilt on both sides?

[issamhysa]

all of my kingdom for your return

eren and reiner with a warrior s/o hcs

this was supposed to be an actual fic but i didn't feel like having to deal with pacing shut up i am SAD :(( i've had this idea for a while so reeee but MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES/MANGA under the cut!!!!! i might give this like two separate endings if y’all like them!! <3

the mission was a simple one. that's what all your superiors, what zeke, reiner, annie and colt kept telling you. infiltrate their military, climb their ranks and retrieve the coordinate.

you don't know how, or when it got this out of hand.

maybe it was when you stood back and watched marcel get devoured by the titan. maybe it was when you didn't fight your brother when he held you back from tearing annie off reiner.

maybe it was when you befriended the coordinate, eren jeager, whilst you helped him "escape" shiganshina after the attack on wall maria. maybe it was when you watched him cry out and yell, blissfully unaware of just how much he would grow to mean to you, and how troublesome he would come to be.

you were meant to join the military police with annie, but you opted to join the scouts instead. you wanted to stay close to your brother, but you also needed to keep an eye on eren. out of the four warriors that remained in paradis, you were the most perceptive.

you, bertholdt and reiner are quick to establish yourselves within the scouts regiment and befriend the rest of the cadets, but you all made the same mistake. you get too close to them, you start to care for them and to slowly detach yourselves from the mission.

that is, until marco. you weren't there, you didn't see it happen, and to an extent, you were glad you weren't. marco was a sweet boy, one of your closest friends, and you were sure that watching him die would've ruined you. that's when you started to realize, you had to focus. you all did, you couldn't afford any more slip-ups, especially if they could cost the lives of those you grew to love and care for.

eren comforted you that evening, after the wall was plugged. you hated to admit it, but the way he held you close made your stomach flutter the same way it did when reiner touched you. he reassured you, mourned with you and promised to kill every damn titan in his way. before you knew it, you were falling, and you were falling hard.

the expedition came, in which annie revealed herself to be the female titan. in the end, you could do nothing as she was beaten by eren, forced to crystallize herself in order to save herself. in order to hide the secret you four shared.

time went on, and your attachment to eren grew. mikasa accepted you, slowly, and armin became a good friend of yours. you and eren began to spend more time together, whether it was training or staring up at the stars from the wall, your fingers intertwined as you reveled in the warmth of his presence alone.

little did you know, reiner was slowly unraveling. here you were, falling in love with the enemy, when you were his to begin with. you and reiner had always had a "thing", though unspoken. bertholdt knew, annie knew, everybody knew. you falling for eren only fueled his resolve.

it was time to finish this.

reiner and bertholdt told you about their plan to reveal themselves at the tower, when everybody was sleeping. you had tried to tell them it wasn't time, that this could be delayed, but you knew he was right. this had gone on for long enough, and you had made too many mistakes. you managed to hold them off until you got back to the wall.

you were meant to reveal yourself along with them, but when the time came, you couldn't do it. when your brother and reiner shifted, you braced yourself against the steam, anchoring yourself to the wall with your odm gear. you wanted to stay, but you knew you'd never truly belong here. not knowing what you had done.

when eren transformed, there was nothing you could do but watch as he and reiner pummeled each other to the brink, until eren had found a way to slowly crack away at the armored titan's neck. soon, the nape would be exposed, and reiner and bertholdt would be in trouble.

the scouts were near, waiting for the opportune moment to strike and tear reiner out of his titan, and in that moment, you had a choice to make.

you could stay still and cooperate with the scouts, letting eren kill reiner and hoping eren wouldn't hate you for betraying them. or you could help reiner and bertholdt escape, leave for marley and never look back.

reiner's armored titan called out, and though nobody could understand the reason for his sudden cry, you did. he was calling out for you.

you realized you had grown sick of being nothing but a bystander to tragedy. you had done nothing as marcel got eaten, you had done nothing when annie was defeated.

you couldn't let reiner get killed, no matter how much eren meant to you. so, managing to wrangle yourself out of jean's grasp, you grabbed on to the blade you were given and jumped off the wall. with a cry from your lips, the speed titan enveloped you in hot, steaming flesh.

six meters, short dark hair and fearsome teeth resembling that of the ancient smilodon cat came down onto the attack titan, sharp claws digging into his eyeballs.

your titan yowled with each tear of skin, but tears were streaming down your flushed cheeks. you weren't screaming out in anger, you were devastated. it should've never come to this. if only you had guarded your heart from this, it wouldn't hurt as much as it did.

"eren, forgive me" you cried over and over and over again, though you knew the possibility of eren ever forgiving you after this was unlikely.

you loved eren. truly, you did. but you loved your brother more, you loved reiner more, and you wanted to go home.

bertholdt took your sudden attack as his cue and let the colossal titan fall, shrouding everybody with steam. with an unconscious ymir and eren, you and your brother latched onto the armored titan and disappeared into the forest.

the forest of giant trees was as silent as ever. you, bertholdt, reiner and ymir were waiting for eren to come to while simultaneously planning your next move. the boys picked up in your sudden shift of mood, though, wondering why you had gone so silent. but when bertholdt followed your line of sight and found you watching eren, he knew.when eren woke up, the first thing he did was scream at the three of you. bertholdt and reiner were able to shake it off, but his anger cut you deep. the hatred and betrayal in his eyes. the way he called you a "traitor", despite you already knowing it. it hurt more coming from his lips.

eren was watching you fall apart, and part of him thought he could somehow talk you into helping him, into realizing that what you were doing was wrong. but he knew better. after all, he watched you jump to reiner's rescue without hesitating.ultimately, you had chosen reiner over him. despite the nights spent together, the hidden kisses shared under the blanket of stars, the silent moments on top of the wall. 

reiner and bertholdt's betrayal could never compare to yours.

the scouts were on you quicker than you had imagined. you were all barely able to make it out alive. your attempt to capture historia failed, and the scouts quickly gained hold of eren once again. 

before the titans could overcome you as you and your brother hid under the palm of the armored titan, ymir gave you a way out.

the next time you saw eren was while you were looking for bertholdt during the second attempt to capture him. zeke had finally come to your aid, and victory was surely yours, that’s what zeke had said.

what you weren’t accounting for was erwin’s suicide charge allowing levi to get close to zeke. what you weren’t accounting for was armin’s intelligence, although you really should’ve known better than to underestimate him. you weren’t accounting for the thunder spears that almost killed reiner, either.

you had lost long ago, you just hadn’t realized you had. it wasn’t until you were pinned onto that rooftop, helpless to watch your brother get devoured by armin’s new titan, that you finally realized.

you were doomed from the start.

had it not been for zeke and pieck coming to rescue you and reiner, you were sure the scouts would’ve taken you into holding, tortured you for information without so much as blinking. levi and hange would’ve enjoyed that. and maybe, just maybe, you would’ve let them.

but your mission wasn’t over yet. this had all been the easy part.

the hard part would come four years later.

but for now, you would settle for watching eren’s broken expression shift into nothing but pure anger as you left him once again, knowing the weight of your betrayal would bear down on both of your hearts for years to come.

[smol-and-grumpy]

Golden Cage - Chapter.01

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She’s a spoiled little princess — at least that’s what people say. Her father is the King of all Kings, the man who everyone fears. Then, along comes Dean Winchester, the one guy who manages to see into her soul, but — — is Dean really who he says he is?

Chapter Warnings: Threats, angst, fluff too

WC: 6372

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Beta’d by: @deanwanddamons <3

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Y/N takes her time to get ready. The party has already started and she hears cars pulling up to the curb outside, hears the doorbell ringing, and doors open to new guests. They’re families of the people who work for her father. Which also means that they are her family, too.

They’re a whole fucking family when she thinks of it. Once they are accepted into the organization, they are treated like they belong.

A whole fucking weird bunch of the Brady’s, she thinks.

Rummaging through her closet, she fishes out some black skinny jeans. She holds them out, sees the ridiculously large amount of holes in it. She can’t believe that she used to wear them in her late teens. Well, she’s going to figure out if they still fit.

She smiles when she sees that they do. Y/N pulls a big hooded jumper in pastel pink over her bra next, and puts her hair up into a ponytail, before slipping into her sneakers. 

In the bathroom, she applies minimal makeup but paints her lips cherry red. 

That’ll do, she thinks. Her dad will be furious, but eh, she doesn’t care.

*

The part of the house she’s in is awfully quiet when she makes her way down from her bedroom. The party is in the back of the house and in their gigantic yard. 

As she walks along the hall, the sound of laughter and chatting gets louder and she takes a deep breath, calming herself down. It’s not her first time attending a family party like this one, but she doesn’t really like people, so. 

Y/N walks out, nodding at familiar faces, but ignores their look of irritation at her outfit, even smirking to herself because she’s accomplished her mission.

When she arrives outside a waiter walks by and she quickly stops him, leaves her hand on his chest and grabs at a full champagne flute. She downs the liquid in one go before she takes another one and downs that too. 

“Great, thanks.” She says and begins to make her way to the front, where she knows her dad is, but before she could reach them, she gets pulled back by her arm. 

She turns to the source and lets out a squeal when she sees her friend Bela. She knew that Bela would be here. It’s Bela’s dad’s goodbye party and god, is she glad that there’s at least one familiar face around here who she can whine to about how hideous these parties always are.

“Good job, babe,” Bela says and elbows her in the ribs. 

“God, Bela, I’m so sick of it.” She sighs.

The other woman chuckles, “Yeah, I can see by the way you’re dressed. You just love to piss him off, don’t you?” Bela knows how rebellious she can be.

She groans, “Don’t even get me started on telling you what happened this afternoon!”

Her friend opens her mouth, but before Bela could ask more, they are interrupted.

“Hey, ladies,”

“Oh no,” Both of the women roll their eyes as Nick approaches. 

Bela whispers to her, “Go on, I’ll hold him back.” Y/N nods at Bela with a knowing look, before she turns on her heels to walk to find her dad. 

As she’s walking away, she hears Bela sneer at Nick and hears Nick muttering something that sounded like bitch under his breath. She doesn’t know if it’s directed at her or Bela, but honestly, she doesn’t really care. 

Walking closer, she sees her dad standing with Bobby and a couple of the capos, as well as Zachariah, the underboss. Dean’s there too. Her heart picks up pace as she notices him. 

“Hey, Uncle Bobby,” She greets the big bear of a man and Bobby’s eyes widen when he sees her outfit.

She looks around and sees her dad rubbing his hand at his temple while Dean presses his lips into a thin line and lowers his face to hide his smirk. 

Bobby wraps her up into a hug, and she lets him. She always liked Bobby’s hugs. 

When Bobby releases her, she turns to her father, “I hope I look nice enough for you, Dad?” 

Her father’s gaze is firm. He doesn’t even bat an eye as he purses his lips into a thin line, but unlike Dean, he’s not smirking behind it.

“K,” She says and looks into the round, “I’ll go and mingle with the others, then.” 

“No,” Her dad says, “Might as well go on with the announcement now that you’re here.” He clinked at the glass he’s holding with the ring on his ring finger. It’s loud enough for the closest people to hear and everyone is whispering hushes as they look at him.

Great, now all eyes are on her too. Not that she can go undetected by the way she’s dressed, but she just absolutely hates attention.

He clears his throat before he begins to speak, “Beloved family. As you all know, our family is gathered together here to say goodbye to one goddamn fine man,” He places his hand on Bobby’s shoulder and Bobby looks down, seemingly embarrassed — or touched, she can’t really read his face. 

Her father goes on, “Bobby here has been the family’s consigliere for thirty years!”

There’s cheering and she too, claps her hands. 

“However, Bobby thinks it’s time to take a step back and we had talked about a successor at lengths, right Bobby?”

“Yes,” Bobby agrees with a nod.

Her father nods back, “It’s top-secret because Bobby and I are the only ones who know it.”

Y/N sees Dean eyeing her, but ignores it because Nick just pushed himself to the front and oh god, she hopes it’s not him. 

“Bobby?” Her dad turns to his friend, squeezes at his shoulder, “Do you want to announce it yourself?”

Bobby nods and clears his throat, “Yeah, uh, as you all know, I’m getting way too old for this shit!”

Everyone’s laughing except for her.

“This family is very important to me and as you know, I would never leave if I didn’t have someone in the pipeline that would live up to the family’s expectations. Someone that could adequately fill my shoes.”

Nick’s face is beaming. A smile of a winner, she guesses and she almost has to gag out loud, but is able to hold herself back.

“So, I’ve been searching around and I finally found someone whom I think will bring greatness into the family. I’ve trained him and transferred my knowledge over to him. Ladies and gentlemen,”

Nick is wiggling on his toes, as he straightens his suit jacket while she gnaws on her bottom lip. God, why does Bobby have to stretch it out? Her heart’s in her fucking pants!

“As a symbol, I’d like to give my colt to its next rightful owner,” Bobby takes his colt out of his holster and walks a couple of steps with it until he’s standing right by Dean, he holds out his colt with one hand while his other hand rests on Dean’s shoulder, “Dean Winchester. Make me proud, son!”

Oh thank fucking god, she exhales audibly. She didn’t notice that she had been holding her breath the whole time.

Y/N looks over to Nick and sees his jaw dropping, sees him pushing himself through the people to get away.

“Thank you,” Dean smiles and takes the colt, quickly letting it disappear into his suit jacket. 

So, his name is Dean Winchester and he’s going to be her father’s new consigliere. She snorts and shakes her head. Her life has just gotten a little more complicated but that’s just typical, isn’t it? She can’t catch a damn break!

The people are still clapping and cheering and her father is shaking Dean’s hand while he signals for the waiter to bring them more drinks. She guesses that she’s off the hook for now. She doubts that her father wants to introduce her to the family in her attire anyway, so she makes her way to the bar. 

Y/N orders herself a shot of tequila and one for Bela as her friend shows up to join her. They down the drinks and both of them squint at the burn. 

“So, that guy looks good, huh?” Bela says, and fucking winks.

“What guy?” She tries to rile up her friend. Of course she knows who Bela’s talking about. She’s not fucking blind.

“Duh! You’ll be living under the same roof with him. Maybe you can get to know him better?”

Oh, shit! She hasn’t thought about that.

“Oh, please, Bela. Dad will be on my fucking case or better on his if he tries something with me. You remember what he did to Adam, right?.”

“Yeah,” Bela sighs, “You might be right. Doesn’t mean that it can’t happen, huh? If you like him enough, Azazel might even be happy about it since Dean’s his consigliere?”

She squints her eyes at her friend, “You know that we’re talking about my dad, right? For all I know he will probably try to arrange a marriage for me when he thinks it’s time to produce kins for the family.”

Bela’s phone rings, interrupting their talk, and her friend looks at the screen, “Shit, he’s here.”

Y/N lifts her eyebrows, “Who’s here?”

“My date. He’s taking me out.”

Right, Bela talked about dating a guy who’s a son to an associate. She stays mum about the name though, saying that she'll reveal as soon as she’s sure it leads somewhere. And honestly, Y/N is jealous that Bela’s allowed to date whomever she wants.

“Oh, have fun!” She says and Bela pulls her into a hug, “Have you seen Nick by the way?”

Bela snorts, “Not after he stormed out after he got butthurt by not being the new consigliere.”

Good, she thinks, he can stay fucking gone.

She orders another shot when Bela leaves and thinks about sticking with wine after. If tonight’s going to be boring, she might as well make it more enjoyable for her, right?

After another two glasses of wine that she downed while she watches people mingling, she takes a step away from the bar to go inside because she needs to use the bathroom. On the steps that lead up to the house, she’s concentrating so much on taking one step at a time so as not to land face down in the tipsy state that she’s in, she bumps into Nick.

“Where are you going?” Nick asks and follows after her. 

Goddammit, she’s not that quick with alcohol in her system.

“Bathroom.” She says and Nick’s faster, so he steps in front, blocking her fucking way.

Y/N annoyingly rolls her eyes and lets out a groan before she pushes past him to break into a run. 

“Come on, Y/N,” He calls after her and hurries to catch up, the clicking of his dress shoes echoing in the hallway. 

“Leave me the fuck alone, Nick!” She growls, and runs a little faster. 

“I just want to talk,”

She turns around so quickly it makes her head spin and Nick stops abruptly, taking a step back as he does, “About what?”

“Don’t you think something’s fishy that your dad didn’t want me as his consigliere?”

Oh god, why should she fucking care?

“Seriously Nick, I need to fucking pee. Maybe you should go ask my dad!”

He looks at her like he’s fucking offended when she should be the one? 

She’s back on her heels and arrives at one of the guest bathrooms when Nick grabs her by her shoulder and makes her turn around. He bends down to her level, his eyes dark and furious. 

“You think that the newcomer will be able to do the job, huh? I’ve been here for fucking years, Y/N! I fucking earned it! I know every little detail of this family.” Nick spits in her face, “I’m the better choice and I’ll get there, mark my fucking words.”

“I’m not fucking scared of your words Nick. If you got beef, go fucking talk to my dad.” She says, in her calmest voice possible. Maybe because she knows that Nick has a gun, and well — she doesn’t.

“No,” Nick chuckles, “I’m telling you, because he trusts you and if you talk to him, tell him what a better choice I would have be—”

“—Hey,” A loud rumbling deep voice rings through the hallway as Dean walks closer to where they are standing. 

There were some more people inside, but they know to look away when there’s trouble unless it concerns them directly. And she’s wondering how long Dean’s been standing there. How much he saw, because it's marble flooring and steps usually echos off on them. Especially when they are wearing dress shoes. But she didn’t hear Dean and she’s usually always aware of her surroundings. 

Dean’s interruption does nothing to scare off Nick, though, who still has a tight grip around her arm. 

“You guys okay?” Dean says as he takes the last couple of steps towards them and she shakes off Nick’s grip with all her strengths. 

“Just let me fucking pee!” She hisses, before she gets into the bathroom and locks herself inside, leaving the men behind.

  Dean saw them while they were on the steps and he watched them going inside. Azazel was still rambling on about something that Dean apparently should keep an eye on, but it’s really just fucking annoying. Dean’s good at what he’s doing, not to toot his own horn or anything. The man just doesn’t know how good Dean really is and he has got to show him. He’s done his fucking homework because Bobby has been a fucking great mentor, and he really doesn’t need to listen to a man talking about doing the dirty work, when he has never done any of it himself in his fucking life.

“Excuse me,” Dean says, and leaves Azazel behind, not looking back as he goes.

He’s risking a lot by doing this, he knows, but he just can’t help it. Nick has rub him the fucking wrong way since Dean met him.

Staying a good distance away, he watches as Y/N storms inside, with Nick trailing behind. 

She’s a feisty thing, he has got to give her that. Won’t be intimidated by big scary men, but maybe that’s because she was brought up around them. And he likes that. Likes women who can fight and fend for themselves. It also makes his job easier if he doesn’t always have to look out for her, but also, it just makes his job a lot harder too, because he can’t deny that he thinks she’s fucking cute the way she rebels against her dad by showing up in jeans with too many holes in them, and a big hooded sweater that makes her look like she’s something delicate that wants to hide in a big cocoon. Of course he didn’t miss the red of her lips. It makes him think of things he knows full well he shouldn’t be thinking.

Dean waited until the last minute to jump in, using his loud voice to interrupt them and it was a good distraction because Y/N could tear her arm from Nick’s grip and get into the bathroom, slamming the door shut in their faces.

“What do you fucking want?” Nick sneers at him and Dean thinks it’s cute how the man is fuming just because he’s not Azazel’s favorite.

He chuckles, “I want you to get your dirty hands off her,” 

“Yeah?” Nick hisses, “Who told you that she doesn’t want it, huh? She and I know each other man, we’re just playing around.” 

“It didn’t look like that to me.” Dean shrugs.

Nick laughs, throwing his head back and all, and Dean really wonders how Azazel can keep that dude around for so long. He’s obviously not right in the head. 

“Dude, she likes it fucking rough alright? We tease each other all the time.”

“NO WE DON’T!” Y/N screams from the other side of the bathroom door, and Dean lowers his face, chuckles to himself silently before he pulls himself together again to glare at Nick.

He raises one of his eyebrows, “You done here?”

“Fuck you,” Nick scoffs and Dean watches him reaching out a hand as if he wants to punch him. Dean’s quicker though, grabs it and pushes Nick against the wall, pins the man there with Dean’s forearm on the man’s shoulder blades, while he twists one of Nick’s arms behind his back.

“Yeah?” Dean whispers close to Nick’s ear. 

The man is sputtering curses under his breath, “You think you’re tough, huh? One day, you’ll slip, Dean. One day you’ll fucking make a mistake and you know what? It’s me who will be in your shoes, it’s me who’s going to punish you for your fucking mistakes. Mark my words.”

Dean lowers his head to Nick’s ear and chuckles darkly, “I’d like to see you try, Nick, I really would. But you know what? I’ll crush your bones first. And if you don’t fucking get your dirty hands off of Y/N, I’ll cut them loose and let you fucking bleed out. How’s that sound? Huh? Will you leave her alone, huh?”

“Fuck you!”

Dean twists a little harder, making the man cry out, “Will you fucking behave, Nick?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay! Fuck! Let go of me!”

“Good,” Dean chuckles darkly, pulling Nick away from the wall. He makes an attempt to straighten Nick’s suit, pats his shoulders and cheeks, “Now, we do try to behave like civilized people don’t we? We’re one family Nick, no fucking room for petty fights, okay?” Dean’s palm slaps lightly at Nick’s cheek twice more.

“Yeah,” Nick agrees, but Dean knows it’s just for show. 

He nods, “Good, now go get lost.” 

To Dean’s surprise, Nick doesn’t put up a fight. Instead, he flips Dean both his fingers before turning around and walking away.

He exhales and leans himself back against the wall, closes his eyes, and mutters a fuck. Maybe he was a little too rough on Nick. It’s his fucking first day as the official consigliere and he’s already spewing death threats. This is just going great, doesn’t it? It’s a whole fucking new environment for him. He knows that everyone has a gun around here, but nobody really uses it because it’s an unspoken rule. That’s why he’s not really concerned about threatening Nick. If something would have happened to the family consigliere, Nick would be shot dead before he could even blink. So at least Dean got the family supporting him because he’s higher in ranks than fucking Nick. That, and he got Bobby’s blessing. 

When Dean’s about to push himself away from the wall, he hears the lock of the bathroom clicking open.

He watches the door open up a tiny bit. The light of the bathroom spills out into the dimly lit hallway. However, Y/N still stays inside. 

He suppresses a grin with his head leaned against the wall as he waits patiently.

“Is he gone?” She whispers from inside. He pushes himself away from the wall, seeing if he can spot a peek of her face looking out.

Dean chuckles when he doesn't see her, “Yeah, he’s gone. You’re safe to come out.”

He stands there and watches as she finally pokes her head out from between the door and its frame, and feels a little offended that she seems like she isn’t quite trusting him. But that’s good too, he thinks, good that she doesn’t trust anyone. It’s an instinct he knows is good for survival in the family she grew up in, an instinct he hopes she’ll never lose.

“‘K,” She says meekly, and is still hesitating at first before she slowly emerges. Y/N looks around again, for good measure, “He’s gone?”

“I heard him stomping out and shut the front door so hard the whole house shook, so yeah, I guess he’s gone.”

“Good,” She breathes out and Dean can hear a sniff. She’s probably been crying in there and it kind of makes him angrier at Nick.

Dean reaches out, places his hand on her shoulder and he feels her tensing beneath his touch, “Don’t worry, I’m here.” He doesn’t elaborate on what his words mean. 

He’s here. 

That’s because he is? He’s here to help, to protect. He’s here when she needs to chase boys away like that stupid Nick. He’s here, planted in the family and he’s not going anywhere soon, hopefully.

“‘K,” Y/N nods, because she understands. He knows that she does, can feel it in the ease of her body. She exhales again before she starts to walk to the back where the party’s still in full swing, “I need a drink.”

He smirks with a shake of his head as he follows her out.

She aims straight for the bar, pushing herself through the crowd and everyone’s making room for her. Of course they do, because she’s the fucking princess around here. Dean follows and they part for him too. He guesses that he has some privilege now, or maybe it’s just the breadth of his shoulders. 

Dean joins her and orders himself a whiskey as he watches her sip on her wine. She tells the tender to leave the bottle here. He guesses that she has great plans for tonight and he’s not really a fan of that plan, but what can he do. He remembers seeing her downing shots before and she had champagne earlier, too. Her head’s gonna hurt like a son of a bitch, he just knows.

“What?” She asks as she notices him staring.

“Nothing,” He grins, “You just seem to be okay after the incident.”

“It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before,” She snorts, “Nick’s harmless. He’s all bark and no bite.”

Dean lifts his eyebrow as he takes a sip from his tumbler, “Is that so?” He asks, a little more than irritated actually. Especially at her statement that it happened before because these things should definitely not happen. And it won’t anymore. Not on his fucking watch.

“Yeah,” Y/N shrugs as if it’s no fucking big deal when he knows it fucking is.

“So, you’re telling me that underneath your sweater you don’t have bruises from the way his hand dug into your arm?” He challenges her, but it’s really just a way for him to make her notice that Nick’s not as harmless as she thinks he is. And Dean hates that he knows the son of a bitch fucking hurt her.

She lowers her face, doesn’t say anything to it because it’s true, and Dean doesn’t actually need a verbal confirmation to know that she was hurt. Her face says enough. He can’t imagine how hard her life must have been to grow up with being exposed to angry and scary men from the age of three. 

“Why are you here?” She lifts her face to ask and Dean frowns at the question. His heart thumps. For a second, he thought she knew but then she looked away again, which shows that she was only curious.

“Because I needed a job?”

Y/N chuckles, “No, why are you standing here with me when my father is over there.” She lifts her finger to point at her father and his entourage.

Oh. Well, he doesn’t really have an explanation for that.

“Did he send you, huh? Did he tell you to talk some sense into me? To stop acting like a spoiled brat and join his fucking business?” Her voice is cracking. She sounds fragile and it’s fucking not fair because it wakes his protective instincts inside of him. He can literally feel it pricking underneath his skin.

“You don’t seem spoiled to me,” He says, smiling a little. 

He says it because it’s true. She really doesn’t. Someone who’s spoiled wouldn’t look past the things Nick did to her, wouldn’t have a rebellious nature because someone who’s spoiled would get everything they desire and would be content with it. He knows that she would get everything she wants and honestly, he’s surprised that she doesn’t want it. 

She snorts, “You’d be the first to think that.” Taking another sip of her drink, she speaks again, “So, did he tell you to come over or not?”

“Nope,” Dean answers truthfully, “I’m still allowed to keep my own mind around here, y’know?” He smirks, “I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

“Oh,” She breathes out, “That’s new.”

“What’s new?”

“Nobody ever checks if I’m okay.”

There are little pinpricks he feels in his heart. It must have been absolutely horrible to grow up in a men’s world. He wonders what Azazel thinks about having an only daughter. What he thinks about having a daughter instead of a son who could take over. She sure as hell won’t be able to, he knows that, the men wouldn’t accept her. However, he doubts that she wants to.

“I’m not like the others,” He shrugs and pushes himself from the bar, “Right, now that I see that you’re okay, I gotta go talk to the big boys.” Before he goes, he lowers himself, bends down to be on her level. Dean leans closer, his mouth inches from her ear, “You are okay, right?” He whispers before he breathes in, smells a hint of perfume, smells her shampoo. 

“I am.” She whispers back and Dean stands up straight, smiles a reassuring smile and nods before he walks off to join Azazel and Bobby.

Y/N stays at the bar and downs the remaining wine in her glass, pours herself another right after, and she can see Dean already halfway turning around to probably tell her to go slow on the alcohol but she sends him a glare. Dean sighs before he walks on. Talk about being spoiled.

When she lifts her arm to take the glass, she feels a pain in her arm, and Dean’s right about that too. She’s hurt. Nick hurt her, but she let him and what does that say about her, really?

With her full glass in her hand, she tries to blend into the crowd, and talks to a couple of people she knows because she has to keep up the facade. There are a couple of soldiers who are working under Crowley. They know not to talk to her but she thinks that maybe, with a little alcohol, they all can get over the fact that she’s forbidden fruit around here.

They are hesitant at first when she steps into their round, but to her surprise, they really talk and they joke around while one of them gets her another glass and then another. She’s way over tipsy now because she’s standing on that outer edge of being drunk and if she’s not careful, she’ll slip over and fall into the realms of being pissed. 

Tomorrow morning will be a bitch, she knows that, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

She’s in the middle of the soldiers, all of them taller than she is, while they chat and generally have a good time away from the big boys and adult conversation. She feels light-headed and giggles when Ed tells a dad joke. And then she feels it, feels an arm sneaking around her waist, feels someone’s broad chest behind her and she leans in. It must be either Max or Aiden because those were the ones standing closest to her.

Y/N leans her head on his chest, his hand spans around her stomach, holding her steady and presses her closer to him, balancing them both. And she’s thankful for that because her legs will give out anytime soon. There’s breathing next to her ear, and then she smells it, smells the cologne that triggers her memory. 

Oh, no.

Suddenly, her surroundings come crashing in. She hears laughter and chatter but not from the group of the boys. No, they are all quiet and they all look away. 

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink, princess?” 

Her eyes widened when she realizes that she’s right about who it is.

Fuck.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” Dean’s arm is tight around her middle as he turns with her, “Boys, I’ll have a word with you later.” He tells the others and she looks back to see them all disperse. 

Fucking cowards. 

He walks along with her to the steps that lead into the house. 

“My dad! You can’t tell h—” She says and she tries to look back at the crowd but her eyes are hazy.

“—Don’t worry, he knows. He sent me to take care of you.” 

“He sent you?”

“Said it’s one of my duties now.”

“Me?”

“Your temper, apparently. Said I should get that in check. You like to snarl at him — at everyone actually.”

She snorts out a laugh, “Good luck,”

Once inside, Dean lifts her up over his shoulder, his hands are firm on the back of her thighs as she hears a dark chuckle, “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need luck. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to purr.” 

  Dean carries her up to her bedroom, his hand steady on her thigh. It’s true what he told her. Her dad really sent him. But maybe because Dean wasn’t really discrete in watching her drinking one glass after the other. She doesn’t look like she can take a lot of alcohol and the stupid boys just brought her more. It seems like Azazel doesn’t even care that she could be vulnerable to the boys in his organization. It fucking irks Dean. 

The boys and she tried to be sneaky, hiding behind the big tree, but he saw it, he always knows, and that’s a trait really. He wouldn’t have this job if he would pay half of the attention he’s paying to notice things. 

When he reaches the door to her bedroom, it feels like she’s sleeping on his shoulders. She feels a little heavier too from the slumber of her body. Dean chuckles as he pushes the door open. As he said, she’d be purring, and he’s not exactly wrong. She’s too drunk and too tired to put up a fight. And that makes him angry too. She of all people should be aware not to fucking let her guard down around fucking vultures of men. They’re not at all nice, and he knows that because he deals with them day in day out. 

Dean crouches down and sits her on the bed, her eyes are heavy, lids fluttering open and close. He places a hand on her cheek, knuckles travel over her soft skin, “You okay?” 

“Mmmhh.” 

He chuckles. Apparently she’s not really okay, but she'll be. He guesses that she will swear not to drink a drop once she wakes up in the morning. 

“Wait here, okay, I’ll go get water and Tylenol.”

He doesn’t wait for her answer, pushes himself up on his feet and walks to the bathroom. He knows that there’s a drug cabinet in every bedroom, finds water in her mini-fridge (that’s right, all the rooms come with that too), and walks back to her. 

Crouching down, he unscrews the bottle and when he’s about to hold that out for her, her hand’s on his. 

“Dean— I—,” 

She didn’t have to say more because he knows. He just fucking knows from the way the color drains from her face. He scoops her up and runs to her bathroom, places her on her knees and pushes up the toilet lid fast enough in time for her to throw up into. 

If someone would have told him five years ago that he’d be working for one of the biggest mob family in the States, he’d say, yeah, most probably because he fucking worked hard to get here. If they would have told him that his job would involve him keeping the hair out of the mob boss’s daughter’s face while she empties her stomach into the toilet bowl, Dean would have laughed into their faces.

Dean’s here now, isn’t he? So he’s going to do the best he can. He rubs her back with one hand while holding her hair back with the other, whispering soothing words to her ear because she’s crying now, too. Everything’s just fucking peachy, really. 

“Shhhh, it’s okay, let it out.” He hushes, and tries not to breathe in too much of the stink. It’s not the worst thing he smelled in his life and it’s actually not that bad compared to all the disgusting smells he experienced in his life. It’s certainly much better than the smell of a corpse that’s been stewing in the water for way too long. 

“I’m sorry,”

She’s sobbing and it almost breaks his heart. She’s too pure, not the bitch he first thought she would be. Not some fucking spoiled princess because if she was, she wouldn’t exactly apologize to him over and over.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He tries to calm her down.

After a while, the retching stops and he was able to pull her into a sitting position, leaning her back against the tub. 

Dean gets up when he sees that she’s able to sit on her own, finds a fresh cloth and runs it under the cold tab. 

He returns and crouches down, rubs the cloth over her face, brushes at the mascara stains and the remainder of her cherry lips comes off. 

“Why are you doing this?” Her speech is slurred and he thinks it’s cute, even if he knows that he shouldn’t think that. 

Her lips are swollen from his rubbing, looking really kissable right now and something stirs in him, but he ignores it, at least he’s trying his best to.

“Because it’s my job,” Dean answers before he gets up. 

He leaves the cloth on the sink and takes her toothbrush, squirts paste on it, and walks back to her. 

“Say aaah,” He says as he chuckles and holds the toothbrush to her mouth.

Y/N presses her lips into a thin line as she frowns. 

Definitely fucking cute, he thinks.

With an audible growl, she snatches the brush from his hand, “No, that’s not your job.” She says before she begins to brush her teeth.

“Look, I understand that a consigliere’s job shouldn’t involve these things, but your dad is testing me, see if I am worthy.”

“You really want this position, huh?” She reaches out a hand while her toothbrush is still stuck in her mouth and Dean grabs at her to help her up.

Spitting into the sink, she looks at him through the mirror and his eyes meet hers.

“Not my fave position, but yeah,” He grins, and he knows it’s all cocky and bravado. 

Dean’s phone rings when she’s about to say something. He knows that because she was gasping after he dropped that line.

He chuckles before he walks out into her room to take the call, and she closes the bathroom door behind him. 

Her dad calls to ask how things are and Dean explains how he found her and that he’ll make sure she’s alright before he’ll be out again. 

Just when he hangs up, she comes stumbling out of the bathroom and Dean almost didn’t catch her on time. He steadies her, walks her to her bed, looking away when she gets out of her pants and pulls her hoodie over her head. Dean stares down to his shoes, tries not to even think about how she might look underneath because he’s not fucking allowed to.

“You can look now,” She mumbles before he turns and sees her yawn as she settles into her bed. Dean’s cheek turns colorful, blood rushing to his head when he sees her. 

He pulls the cover over her, hands her the Tylenol and water which she couldn’t swallow before, and watches her gulp it down. 

“Will you be okay? Need anything else?” He strokes over her head, smoothing her hair back and lets his knuckles travel over her cheeks before he pulls his hand away, balling his hand into fists at the realization.

He should definitely not be doing this.

Her eyelids are heavy and she closes them, “Can you stay until I’m sleeping? Please?”

Wow, his heart wasn’t broken before but damn well is now. She’s asking him to stay and Dean has a feeling that usually, nobody does. 

“Yeah,” He says, “Sure.” He sits down on the edge of the bed and she curls up on her side, her forehead touches his thigh. 

“Will you go back to the party?” Her voice is a mumble.

“Yeah, I will.”

“Good,” She licks her lips, “Tell Bobby I’m sorry for leaving early.”

“I’m sure he’ll understand and you’ll get to see him more now that he has more time.”

“That’s what they all say. Nobody really has time for me.”

“Is that so?” He asks but when there’s no answer, he turns his head to look at her face that’s now pressed to his thigh, her breathing is even, she has already fallen asleep.

Dean chuckles, shakes his head because he can’t believe that he became a fucking babysitter to the boss’ daughter. But on the other hand, that’s good too, he thinks. Good that it’s him and not fucking Nick who found her because they all know that Nick wouldn’t have gotten her to bed. At least not the way Dean does. 

Jesus, he gets worked up just thinking about what could have happened if it was Nick and not him. 

He places his hand on her head, strokes her hair some more, and waits until she’s sleeping deeply. 

After he makes perfectly sure that she’s sleeping soundly, he bends down to place a kiss on her temple. He couldn’t not do it. Dean leaves and makes his way back to the party. He has a couple of boys he still needs to take care of.

Chapter.02

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Ian Missing, Part 2

Hey, guys. I changed my mind about the video timeline. The last one will be sent on Ian’s birthday rather than Barley’s.

Good news: they had taken the straps off his bed. Bad news: Barley was constantly under surveillance and not allowed to leave until he was deemed mentally stable. How on earth was he supposed to be stable when his little brother was out there, alone and hurt? With a fucking lunatic?

Oh, and more bad news, it was now day 6 of Ian missing. But he was supposed to be okay with that?

Barley groaned as he sat up. The stitches from the bullet were healing nicely at least. His mom said she would see what she could do about getting him out once he healed more, because deep down she knew there was nothing that was going to stop Barley from getting to Ian.

He couldn’t focus on anything else. He knew he loved Ian, but he didn’t imagine it would be this hard. The idea of never seeing his brother again, which he heard the police tell Colt outside his hospital room was a legitimate possibility, drove him insane. Ian. What on earth would he do without him? What would his life be like without him?

His mind wandered back to when he was clinging to life a week ago. He heard Ian’s voice. It was so broken and desperate, like he blamed himself for something he should have known Barley would do. He admitted he thought he was a mistake, that he should have never been born. Barley always tried to see the good in things. He always tried to look at the positive side, but what good was left in this world if it really took Ian from him?

He didn’t plan on going back home. Not only was it hours away, but he didn’t think he could handle the idea of going somewhere that Ian wouldn’t be? He wouldn’t be upstairs doing his homework where Barley could occasionally hear the chair move because Ian would fidget when doing his essays. He wouldn’t hear his laugh when Blazey came in his room and jumped on him. He wouldn’t hear him tell their mother how much he loved her. He wouldn’t see Ian in his room. Ian wouldn’t be coming into his room just to see what he was up to or just because he wanted a hug.

None of that would be home for him, and he knew that. He felt like he was missing his half. Like a huge part of him was missing and there was nothing else but that thing that could fill the void in him. He couldn’t just pretend like everything was fine. He needed to find Ian.

Nothing was going to stop him.

“Barley? Hey,” Colt said, as he knocked on the door to the hospital room. His stepfather came in and sighed. “No luck yet, but we’re getting the state police involved. Hopefully get a federal investigation going soon.”

Barley didn’t respond.

“I talked to your doctors. Said you haven’t really been talking or eating much. If you want something other than hospital food, I can go get it,” Colt offered. “Whatever you want.”

“If I get better, can I join the search?” Barley asked. Colt hesitated before sitting down beside the young man. “I know Mom doesn’t want me to, but you both know I’m going to with or without your permission. Might as well try to be on the same side.”

“I am on your side,” Colt said. “I know I don’t always seem like I am, but I want Ian home, too, and I won’t stop until we make that happen.”

“Then am I going with you or am I doing this on my own?”

“I’ll let you go with me, but first I need to see that you are in the health to do this. I know you want to find Ian and Kirk. I know what you want to do to Kirk, and truthfully, I plan on looking the other way. Ian is the only thing that matters right now. But I need to know, before I send you out in a dangerous situation, that you can handle it.”

“I’ll do whatever I have to. Like you said, Ian is the only thing that matters right now.”

Colt sighed and stepped out of the room. Barley didn’t care if he was being difficult, he just wanted his little brother back.

His phone buzzed and he glanced down and saw a video message from an unknown number. He opened it and a video of Kirk appeared.

“Hey, Barley, how’s it going? Hope you’re still alive, otherwise this video is going to be a little awkward,” he said. He was sitting in a chair, and he had the same smirk Barley wanted to wipe off his horrible face. “Don’t worry, I’m taking real good care of your little brother. I would have sent this video awhile ago, but I wanted you to sit there and worry. I imagine you’re losing your mind now that I have your little brother in my possession.”

“I fucking hate this guy,” Barley grumbled, feeling a horrible sick feeling in his stomach. The video changed to Ian, in chains, somewhere Barley couldn’t recognize. His brother was physically shaking and trying to fight his way out of the chains that held him there.

“Your brother is hardly in the condition to do anything, and even if he was, no one is going to find you, Ian. No one knows where you are, and no one can hear you scream. This attic is hidden, and we are nowhere near your home,” Kirk told him, and pulled up a chair by his struggling brother. “Don’t you understand? I won.”

“No, you haven’t,” Ian snapped, bitterly.

“Why? Because your precious big brother is still out there? Because he’s going to find you?” Kirk asked.

“My brother is twice the man you’ll ever be. You know that; it’s why you’re so afraid of him,” Ian said, fiercely and with passion. “He’s going to find me, and I’d hate to be you when he gets here because whatever you do to me is nothing compared to what’s coming for you.”

“I think he’s the scared one right now,” Kirk responded. “After all, he’s not around. And you look so small in those chains.”

Barley noticed Ian was in clothes way too big for him. He continued to struggle, but Kirk just seemed to be enjoying the game. That’s what it was to this bastard, a game. And he would not stand for it for another second. He was going to rip this guy’s head off his head first chance he got.

Kirk got up and ran his hand through Ian’s hair. Something Barley does to comfort his little brother was now being used against him. But Ian did something Barley didn’t see coming. He spit in Kirk’s face.

The older boy backed away for a second.

“Don’t touch me,” Ian demanded.

“Guess you’re about to learn the hard way,” Kirk snapped and then beat Ian. Barley had tears pouring down his face at the sight of his younger brother on the ground, gasping for air. Kirk knelt down and started playing with his hair again. “You’re never leaving again Luke. I’m never letting you escape again.”

The video cut and Barley sobbed again. He couldn’t stay here. He didn’t care about his injuries. He didn’t care if this killed him. He was going to get his brother back and he was going to do it now.

He ripped the cords off, ignoring the sound of the machine running wild. Colt rushed in and Barley shoved him away and ran past the nurses and doctors, until suddenly his entire body stopped. Everything in him burned and shut down at once. He hit the ground.

Weeks went by. A week turned into a month. Barley had tried to escape the hospital so many times he made his health worse. He didn’t care about that. All he wanted was to find Ian. No one could find any signs of him. The police took the video Kirk sent him but found nothing from it. Who the hell was Luke? Figuring that out could make all of this faster.

Eventually, they started sedating Barley regularly so he wouldn’t keep making himself worse. His mom was in and out, but he was asleep most of the time she was around. He felt her play with his hair or hug him, but everyone was worried that he would snap.

Ian couldn’t remember a time he was in so much pain. Kirk started to use a shock collar to control him, but at least he wasn’t in shackles anymore. He was getting enough to survive, but he honestly didn’t even want to eat. He wanted to curl up and just die because that would be so much easier than the hell Kirk were putting him through.

“Well, well, Ian, guess what? It’s been a month. An entire month and your brother still isn’t here,” Kirk said. He didn’t bother glaring. He didn’t feel like being shocked. Kirk had the same smirk he’s had all month.

“You’re lying.”

“Really? Look at the date, smart one,” Kirk responded, holding up his phone and Ian saw the date. July 18th. Barley was taken to the hospital June 17th and Ian was kidnapped the following day. It had been an entire month. And Barley wasn’t here.

For a split second, he wondered if anyone had given up. If Barley had stopped looking.

“Now, are we ready for practice today?” Kirk said and brought out Ian’s staff. He handed it to him and then put his hand on the remote that controlled the shock collar. Then he brought out a box that had a dead mouse inside.

“What do you want me to do?” Ian snapped.

“We’re going to bring it back to life,” Kirk responded.

“I can’t bring things back to life,” Ian said. His mind wandered back to Luke. Over time, he managed to learn that Luke was Kirk’s little brother. He frequently called Ian Luke, especially when he was drunk, which was more often than it probably should have been. One of two things. Either Luke was dead, now seeming a lot more possible, or he ran away and left Kirk. But now he was starting to gain an understanding of what really happened.

He tried to keep his voice steady and watched his words carefully as he spoke next. Maybe, just maybe, he could break through to Kirk.

“Why do you need me to bring something back to life?” he asked, gently. The older boy didn’t answer. “Kirk, it’s not possible. Everything happens for a reason and some things can’t be changed. I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”

“You will.”

“I can’t. It’s not possible.”

“That’s Barley talking. He refused to get you to your full potential. He was too soft on you.”

“You’re just jealous of him,” Ian snapped. “My brother is twice the man you could ever hope to be. He doesn’t need to use fear to control people. He cares and he is a good person.”

“If he cares so much about you, then where is he? It’s been a month. I have beaten the absolute shit out of you, shocked you and if you don’t bring this mouse back to life, you’re in for a lot worse. He’s not here because he doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Am I? Then where is he?” Kirk snapped, then shook his head. “Forget it. Just bring the damn mouse back to life.”

“I can’t.”

“You will.”

“No, I won’t. I don’t know who Luke is, but I’m not bringing him back. Even if I could, I’m sure he’s suffered enough as is and I won’t bring him back just so you can hurt him all over again,” Ian snapped, and Kirk became quiet. He didn’t say anything as he snatched the staff out of Ian’s hands and left the attic. He returned a few minutes later with a small pot of boiling water. He splashed the water all over Ian’s stomach and arms.

Everything burned. Ian howled in pain and collapsed, curling into a ball and prayed for some kind of relief.

“You don’t know anything about Luke. And you’re going to bring him back whether you want to or not.”

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Loyalty or Royalty

Chapter 8

Summary: Mia Bhatt spent years trying to escape her past, trying to escape the feeling of betrayal that was left in her heart after the fire, and she finally had. She was marrying the King of Cordonia and was finally going to get her happily ever after. But, after a momentary lapse in judgement caused her to send a wedding invitation to someone she was sure had forgotten about her, she realizes that sometimes the past has a way of crawling back to you.

Author’s Note: In this fic Anton and The Sons of Earth were caught before the wedding. Also this story will contain flashbacks that will be in italics.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Mia Bhatt), Platonic!Colt x MC, MC x The Mercy Park Crew

Word Count: 3,065

TRIGGER WARNING: BRIEF MENTION OF PARENTAL ABUSE

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Mia felt numb as she and Colt carried the last of her boxes up to the loft at the garage. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to be feeling right now. She dropped down onto the edge of her bed, and Colt sat down beside her. She turned so that she could bury her face in his shoulder and began crying. She didn’t know why she was crying. She supposed it was because both of her parents were dead, but she was finding it hard to grieve the death of the man who had caused her so much pain. Her mother was dead too, and that hurt, but still a part of her couldn’t help the feeling of relief that washed over her now that she knew that her father could never lay a hand on her again. 

Maybe she was crying because of guilt. She should have been sad and upset that she would never see her mother again. Her mother was a good woman, who ended up in a bad relationship, and even despite this, she had done her best to raise her daughter as best as she could. Mia could tell that without a doubt. She loved her mother. But, for the first time in years she felt like she could breathe safely again, and a part of her was happy about that. It was so happy that she felt terrible for not being sad.

She hadn’t been able to properly express her emotions since they had died over two months ago. She had been in the middle of her sophomore year and was stressed while trying to balance her grades and figure out what she was going to do with herself now that she didn’t have a home to go back to anymore and figuring out how to pack up all of her and her parents’ belongings. Colt had initially told her that she could stay with them as long as she wanted, and she had been, but Kaneko had just now officially allowed her to move in. Now that all of her things were in the loft the reality of it all had just now hit her, and she wasn’t sure what the appropriate reaction to this was supposed to be. 

So, she cried. She cried, finally letting everything out and allowing Colt to hold her tightly in his arms as she did so. She curled herself into him, desperate for his embrace to make her feel safe again as it had so many times before. He gently rubbed his hand up and down her back. Colt may have been a snarky asshole more often than not, but at the end of the day, Mia knew he loved her, and he had proved it to her countless times when he comforted her like this. He was never one to handle emotions well, his or others, or to enjoy being touched by other people, but he was different with her. 

As the next two months passed, Colt had done everything in his power to make sure Mia felt settled in the loft and it was obvious what he was doing. He meant well, but she could also tell that a part of it was because of the impending decisions he needed to make about his own future. He was graduating high school in just a few months and both of his parents were urging him to go to college on the east coast where Annya lived. Kaneko was practically pushing him out the door, and Mia could tell that it was hurting both of them. He would get extremely agitated any time Colt would even suggest staying in LA and that would typically lead to the two of them arguing until they were blue in the face. 

As Mia sat in the garage watching Ximena fiddle around under the hood of a car, both of their raised voices could be heard coming from Teppei’s office.

“I hate you!” Colt yelled loudly.

The door to the office slammed open, and Colt stalked over to his bike, taking off before anyone could say anything to him. Mia gave it a few minutes before walking into Kaneko’s office. He had his head buried in his hands, but he immediately straightened his posture once he noticed that someone else had entered the room. 

“Can we go for a drive?” she asked softly.

Teppei let out a quiet sigh.

“Not now, Amelia.”

“Please?” she asked again, giving him a hopeful smile. 

He was quiet for a while, but he finally nodded, getting up and handing her the keys to his Aylesbury. He had started teaching her how to drive when she had just moved into the loft, and they had been going on regular drives together since. She had her own car, Toby had jumped at the opportunity to help customize one for her, but she liked driving the Aylesbury with Kaneko. It made her feel close to him.

Mia got into the car and adjusted the driver’s seat so that she could reach the pedals, and the two of them took off down the road in a comfortable silence. Mia chewed on her bottom lip nervously as she tried to figure out what to say to him. 

“He looks up to you and admires you. All he wants to do is make you proud. You should try talking to him instead of yelling at him,” she finally said. 

“You’re young, Amelia. You have no idea what it’s like to parent a child,” he said coldly.

“You’re right. I am young, but I know a thing or two about having a shitty parent. So, I can tell you that as someone young, having the person that’s supposed to protect you and love you, constantly jumping down your throat for no reason kind of makes you shut down,” she shot back. 

“Are you saying I’m a shitty parent?” he asked casually and unbothered

“I’m saying that you’re handling this situation very poorly, and it’s making your son think you hate him,” she said. 

“And how would you know that?” he said, motioning for her to make the next upcoming right. 

Mia turned on her turning signal and followed his instructions. 

“Because I actually talk to him,” she said. “He thinks that you don’t want him around.”

“I don’t.”

“And why don’t you?” she pushed. 

She knew the reason, but she needed him to actually say it out loud. However, Teppei Kaneko was a stubborn man, and he showed no indication that he was going to say anything. After driving in silence for another five minutes, Mia let out a soft sigh as the two of them sat at a red light. 

“All I’m saying is that instead of yelling at him to leave, you should tell him that you want a better life for him, that you want more for him than this. He doesn’t actually hate you yet, don’t make him,” she said. 

“Why does this mean so much to you?”

“Because I care about the two of you, and I don’t want to see you ruin your relationship,” she said, stopping for a minute before continuing more quietly. “And because I don’t miss him. My father. I miss the idea of what he should have been, but I don’t actually miss him. A part of me is actually glad that he’s gone. I don’t want to see that happen to the two of you. This line of work that you do isn’t exactly safe. If something were to happen to you, would you really want Colt to think about you that way?”

~~~

“The address to the house you gave me was registered under Claudius’ name,” Bastien said, causing Mia’s body to tense up. 

She watched as he reached out to give the piece of paper with the address on it back to Colt. 

“That has to be some kind of mistake,” she breathed out. 

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but it isn’t.”

“Then, the fact that it got sent to the P.O. box has to be some kind of mistake,” Mia insisted, turning to Colt herself. “There’s no way Kaneko knows him.”

However, before Colt could say anything, Bastien interjected once again. 

“I’m afraid it isn’t,” he said. 

She felt like she was going to be sick. 

“What do you mean?” she questioned, holding back a gag. 

“I went looking for any indication that he was in the country like you asked me to, and I pulled the security footage from a bar a few miles away from the house,” he said handing her a picture. “It was one Claudius liked to frequent before his incarceration.”

In the picture, Claudius was sitting in the corner of the bar with a man next to him. They both appeared to be completely relaxed and upon closer inspection it wasn’t difficult to tell who it was. Everything about him was almost the same. The long hair, the dark clothes. The only thing that seemed out of place about his appearance was the large burn marks on the left side of his face, where the flesh was obviously damaged from the night he blew up the barricade. Mia clenched her jaw and passed the photo off to Colt. 

She saw a mixture of emotions pass over his face before it settled onto something akin to relief. 

“He’s alive,” he breathed out, a faint smile on his lips. 

“Does the house have any current occupants?” she asked, turning back to Bastien.

“Not as far as I can tell.”

“But, you think he was working with them. With Anton, Claudius, and the rest of them?” she asked through gritted teeth. 

“We can’t be sure of his direct involvement, but we know that they knew each other. This picture was from a few days before the Homecoming Ball,” Bastien responded.

“He’s been here for that long,” she said, incredulously. 

“Where is this Claudius guy now?” Colt interrupted. 

“He’s in jail for treason,” she said angrily.

“We have to talk to him.”

“No! We don’t!” she responded, rising to her feet and trying to fight back the unsettled feeling in her stomach. 

“Why not?” 

“Because. He’s in jail. For treason,” she said slowly, her anger becoming more and more evident with each word.

“He might be able to help us find him!” Colt argued. 

“If Kaneko was actually working with the people who tried to kill us, then I don’t want to find him!” she said, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly.

“You don’t know that he actually helped them. He would never hurt you. He loved you,” Colt said back, rising to his feet as well. 

Mia let out a humorless laugh. 

“Yeah, you know I think you’re right. I think he did love me in his own twisted way. But, what I know is that he could be selfish and manipulative, and he might help them if he thought it would be better for him in the long run,” she said, holding back a gag.

“He wouldn’t and you know it. I get it, okay? I get that you’re hurt he never told you that he was your father, but you’re just looking for reasons to be mad at him!” Colt said, getting increasingly upset now as well. 

“I’m not looking for reasons! I don’t have to look for reasons. They’re already right there in front of me!” she yelled back, turning to walk out of the room. 

“Where are you going?” he called after her.

“To throw up!” 

“You still do that?” he asked, his voice softer this time. 

She ignored him and ran up to her and Liam’s ensuite bathroom, dropping to her knees in front of the toilet and letting out the contents of her stomach. She hated it, but her stress always manifested itself as nausea. It had since she was a child, and if she was ever stressed out it was now. After a few moments, she felt someone holding her hair back and a hand gently rubbing up and down her back. When she was finally done, she flushed the toilet and fell back into Colt’s strong arms. He moved so that he was leaning back against the wall, and she lay her head on his shoulder trying to catch her breath. 

“Okay?” he asked, and she simply nodded in response. “He wouldn’t hurt you. I think you’re the only person in the world he couldn’t handle hurting.”

“Colt, you know how cruel he could be,” she said softly.

“But, not to you. You have to know that,” he was practically pleading with her. 

“I don’t though. He didn’t exactly make it easy to know him,” she said.

“Please, Mellie.”

~~~

Mia lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to figure out what to do next. It was well past midnight, and even though Liam had tried to stay awake with her, he had succumbed to tiredness over an hour ago. Colt was determined to see Claudius with or without her to find out more about Kaneko, but she wasn’t sure if she could do it. 

The thought that he had been working with the assassins who had almost torn her life apart was ringing loudly in her mind. She wanted someone to tell her what to do, but she knew this was a decision she needed to make on her own. However, this didn’t stop her from quietly slipping out of bed and grabbing her phone before making her way out to the living room. She wrapped a throw blanket over her shoulders and settled onto the couch, dialing Annya’s number and pressing the phone to her ear. After a few rings, the woman answered cheerily. 

“Hey, Annya. How was your flight home?” she asked, a sense of relief washing over her at hearing the other woman’s voice.

“It was fine. Long, but fine. I was actually just settling down for the night. What are you still doing up? Isn’t it the middle of the night there?” she asked.

“Middle of the night, early in the morning. Whichever you prefer,” Mia tried to joke, but her voice cracked as tears began to well up in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Annya asked, her voice gentle and full of concern.

“He’s still alive,” she whispered, to which Annya only responded with a tired sigh.

“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice filled with sympathy.

“No, there’s evidence that he was associating himself with The Sons of Earth. I was forced to look at a picture of him in a bar with Claudius, the man who tried to shoot me and actually shot one of my best friends,” she said, letting out a humorless laugh. “I have no idea what to do with any of this information, but Colt insists that we need to talk to Claudius to see if he knows where Teppei is.”

“And what do you want to do?” Annya asked.

“I want to not have to worry about this,” she said. “But, I guess that’s out of the question.”

“I’m sorry, but it is,” Annya responded. “You don’t have to be involved in the process, but Colt is going to do what Colt wants to do.”

“I feel like I need to know, but at the same time I’m scared of what it’ll open up,” she said, sinking further into the sofa in an effort to make herself more comfortable. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Of course.”

“Did you ever suspect that I was his?” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper.

Annya let out another soft sigh. 

“I had my suspicions that there was a reason he treated you the way that he did. I know everyone keeps saying this, but he was always very nice to you. He treated you like you were his own.”

“I’m sorry that I am. That my mother-” she broke off as tears began falling down her face. 

“It’s not your fault, sweetie. If I’m being honest, I’m not surprised he was unfaithful. We weren’t happy. We hadn’t been for a long time, but we stayed together because of Colt. We were on the verge of getting a divorce before he was born, but we decided against it because we wanted to try to give him a good life together. In the end it just wasn’t meant to be,” she said. 

Her voice didn’t betray any hurt feelings or discomfort. It was obviously something she had thought a lot about and had come to terms with.

“I’m still sorry. You’ve been so great to me over the past few years, and now you’re finding out that your ex husband actually had me with another woman while you were still married. It doesn’t seem fair to you,” she said, wiping her tears away. 

“You’re apologizing for things that happened before you were born,” the woman said, letting out a soft laugh. 

“More like the events that caused me to be born, but regardless, I’m sorry that you had to deal with it, with me for so long,” she muttered softly.

“I’m not,” Annya responded. “Mia, you’ve been like a daughter to me for years. I know things haven’t been easy for us, for the both of us. But, I’m so grateful for the time we’ve been able to spend together.”

“Thank you. I think I know what I have to do, but I don’t think Colt is going to like it.”

Mia said goodnight to Annya and went back up to bed. 

“Are you alright?” Liam mumbled sleepily, pulling her into his chest.

“I’m not going to see Claudius,” she said. “I’m not going to stop Colt if he wants to, but I don’t want to. I can’t do it.”

Liam sighed softly and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, and she could tell that he was fighting to keep awake. 

“No, but I think it’s what’s best for me,” she said, nuzzling her face into his neck. “Now go back to sleep.” 

Liam didn’t fight her on it and immediately dropped back into a deep sleep, causing her to smile to herself. The man could practically sleep through anything. She cuddled in closer to him and willed herself to sleep as well, already knowing that her conversation with Colt would be anything but enjoyable.

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

I’m In Love With You

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Tagging: @justaninbetweener

Fandom: NHL  

Relationship: Pre-Established; Colton Parayko x Reader

Prompt: "Lover? I don't know. I don't know if she loves me. I don't know if I love her. All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see.”

Summary: You and Colton are best friends that are both hiding your feelings from one another.

Word Count: 953

Warnings: None.

You and Colton were both seeing new people. Neither of you had been dating them long and thought that it would be nice to do a double date. In hindsight, you wondered why you thought it was a great idea, but you did, you both did.

Colton thought that the night had gone well, his date, on the other hand, did not.

“I had a nice time tonight.” He said to her once he pulled up at her place at the same time she said: “I don’t think we should see each other again.”

“What?” He asked in shock.

She sighed. “You clearly have feelings for her and she clearly had feelings for you and I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone with that level of drama. I don’t know what happened between the two of you for why you’re not together, but, quite honestly, I don’t care.”

Colton knew she was still talking but you were still processing the “she clearly has feelings for you” part. You have feelings for him? Colton shook his head, that just wasn’t possible.

“She doesn’t have feelings for me.” He found himself saying. He didn’t know whether he was defending himself to her or trying to reason with himself.

The girl sighed. “Colton…Let me tell you a secret: no girl looks at someone the way she looks at you and you not hold her heart. And come on, she spent more time talking with you than her own date.”

He blushed hard at her words and his head was still spinning and he heard the car door open and close and he couldn’t be bothered to react to it. Instead, he just sat in his car for a while. It could have been a few minutes or half an hour, he didn’t know. He just sat and thought for a bit.

Then, Colton turned his car back on and drove to your place. Why he was going and what he was going to say to you once he got there, he didn’t know, but he was going.

--

It was late. You hadn’t been home long since your date dropped you off and you were taking your make up off when there was a knock at your door. You expected it to be your date, or maybe even your neighbour. You certainly weren’t expecting to see Colton on the other side of the door.

But there he was.

“Colton?” You asked confused.

He gave you a nervous smile and gestured inside. “Can I come in?”

You nodded and stepped aside so he could come in. “What’s up? What are you doing here?”

“I needed to talk to you.” He said slowly, having a hard time holding your gaze.

“Oh?” You said, nervously. Colton showing up at your door in the night to ‘talk’ wasn’t something that he usually did and normally only meant something bad.

He nodded and took a seat on one end of the couch, you moving to sit on the other end. “My girlfriend broke up with me.”

Your eyes went wide for a moment. “Colt…That sucks, I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “It was never going to work out anyways. But, she said something to me that I can’t shake.” You nodded your head for him to continue. “She said that you had feelings for me. Is that true?”

You felt your heart start beating really fast. “Um, what? No, of course not.” You said, rather quickly, more quickly than you intended.

The corner of Colton’s mouth twitched up into a smile you were so familiar with. “You do so.”

You shook your head. “No—”

Colton scooched over on the couch, his voice soft. “You can’t lie to me, (Y/N).”

You felt yourself blush and you felt sick. You had loved Colton for years, and you thought that there was no way he could feel the same about you, so you hid it. You had done so well covering your feelings up, and all that hard work had just been thrown out the window because of some blonde bimbo. In that moment, you had never hated someone more.

Colton could sense your discomfort and put his hand on your thigh, causing you to jump at his touch. “Hey,” he said softly. “I want to tell you something.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes, but nodded.

“I’m in love with you.” He said softly and your head jerked up to see him smiling softly. “I have been for a while now.”

“Are you fucking with me?” You asked.

Colton chuckled and shook his head. “No, I’m not. I’m dead serious. I’m in love with you. I think about you all the time. I want to hear your voice. I want to see your face every day. I’m in love with you.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You would be lying if you said you never thought about what it would be like for Colton to confess that he loved you back, you just never thought it would actually happen.

“You think too much.” He whispered, pulling you from your thoughts.

“But you still love me.” You replied with a smile.

Colton smiled back. “I do, yeah.” The two of you sat in silent for a few moments before Colton broke it. “Can I kiss you?”

You smiled and nodded. “I would like that.”

He brought it hand up to cup your cheek and leaned in to connect your lips. The kiss was soft and you could feel his beard against your skin and it was perfect. Colton pulled back after a moment and your eyes stayed close for just a second more before you breathed. “I’m so in love with you.”

[mrsrhys23]

Be alright (Part two)

Paring: Colt x MC

A/N:  I don’t own any of these characters, they belong to Pixelberry Studios. 

I rewrote this because the first attempt was awful- Sorry about any mistakes, i’m seriously sleep deprived so i wouldn't be surprised if this makes no sense whatsoever. 

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Later that night after Colt and Ellie came down off the roof they ordered themselves a pizza then settled down onto the sofa, switching the tv on, opening netflix and putting Bates Motel on- the new show they had started binging on. 

They had started it at 21:30 yesterday night and didn’t stop until 7:30am that morning after watching Psycho, they got through the whole of season one and one episode of season two. It was safe to say they were addicted. Ellie still hadn’t’ decided what to make of Norma yet eleven episodes in, one moment she felt sorry for her then she did or said something weird that creeped her out. All in all she was quite emotionally invested by now. 

Ellie snuggled up against her boyfriend’s side as they snacked on their pizza and watched the show, pausing it now and again to discuss something that had just happened or guess was about to happen. 

The truth was Colt and Ellie had been beginning to drift apart, they didn’t spend much time together anymore; she had missed this. Missed being that close to him. They were growing apart and she hated it. It was unfair after everything that Ellie had put up with from him. Frankly, she didn’t even remember the last time they sat down in the evening and watched something together other than the day before and that night. 

Colt leaned forward grabbing another slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table, catching a glance of Ellie’s face- she seemed preoccupied and not on the television.

Colt pressed pause, “What did you do that for?” Ellie snapped, she didn’t want to have an argument with him, not tonight, he was upset and she frankly just didn’t have the energy for it. 

“What is wrong with you?” Colt asked, placing his slice of pizza back down into the box and facing her properly. 

Ellie shook her head, sitting up properly, bringing her legs underneath her. “It doesn’t matter. Lets just watch,” Ellie mumbled, turning away from her. 

“Talk to me,” He instructed, “What was the point of all that bullshit you said up on the roof if you’re not gonna actually talk to me either?”

“Bullshit?” she scoffed, shaking her head, “I was trying to get you to see sense. To see that I actually love you. God knows why, I mean just look at you. Us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Are you really that pigheaded that you just don’t remember? Or are you lying? Playing innocent?”

“Okay, what the fuck? What have I done? I was only asking you if you’re okay.” Ellie got to her feet, “I don’t want to argue with you. Not now.” With that she headed into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the draining board and pouring herself a glass of water. She leaned against the kitchen counter top, sipping at her drink when Colt walked in, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. 

“Talk.”

She slammed the glass down onto the counter top- Colt slightly amazed that the glass didn’t shatter in her vice like grip. She turned to him, her chest rising and falling quickly. “You wanna talk? Let's talk then!” she yelled, throwing up her arms. “Firstly, what the fuck was tonight about? Having a pity party on the roof?! Communication goes both ways Colt, we should talk to each other, you should talk to me!”

“You weren’t here!” he yelled back at her, “You were off doing god knows what with your dad!”

“Newsflash: the world doesn’t actually revolve around you! Yes, I was with my dad trying to fix a relationship that you helped to break. For years my dad has  been the only person I’ve had, the one person I could rely on so i’m sorry if my relationship with my dad means something unlike yours,” she snarled. 

Colt let out a bitter chuckle, “I helped break? Really?” I’m sorry, I didn’t force you to commit, what was it?  Obstruction of justice, street racing, driving without a learner’s permit, aiding and abetting, oh and theft! Don’t blame it on me! Blame Logan or actually blame yourself, nobody made you get into that car with him. Come on, if you had stayed at that party, how much trouble do you think you really would have gotten in to? Because I reckon Detective wheeler wouldn’t have let anything happen to his little girl? Do you? Daddy's little girl, eh? We both know all you ever did was suck up to him.” 

Ellie stepped forward, her fist connecting with the side of his jaw. Colt laughed as he dabbed away a little trickle of blood that started to flow from his nose. 

“Wow, really starting to show your true colours now,  aren't you?  As for my relationship with my dad, you know nothing about it and now he’s dead anyway so-” “I lost a parent too Colt! It happens!  Stop using the ‘I lost my daddy card’ it’s childish!” She bellowed, cutting him off. “It’s getting really old.” 

Ellie grabbed the glass from the counter-top launching at the wall, it shattering upon impact. 

“Says you! Says the little girl stood in the kitchen yelling and breaking glasses. You're nineteen now but Jesus you don’t act like an adult!” 

Ellie shoved him against the wall, holding him in place by his arms. She leaned in closer, so they were face to face. ““I’m more grown up than you! You little twat!” She bellowed, she stepped back from him slightly. “ The nearly twenty year old with daddy issues and is so self-obsessed. So fucking hungry to be in control all the time, i mean that really is your megalomaniacal side coming out isn’t it?” She asked, smirking. 

“What is this even about? We were watching TV then you’re looking like Norman Bates when he’s in his trance looking like you want to  decapitate someone.” 

“I am sick of this!” she screamed, “Why don’t you remember? All the bullshit I had to put up with from you, all your snide little remarks, locking me in a fucking vault with the enemy, quite the boyfriend of the year!” she yelled, giving him a condescending round of applause,” This relationship is so one sided because you are so self-obsessed that you don’t see that you hurt people, that you make them feel like shit because you’re so screwed up.” 

“Go on then, what have I said that’s so bad? So diabolical that you feel the need to behave like a little bitch?”

“Do you want another punch? If so, call me a bitch again. Go on, I dare you.” 

“You really are a child, aren't you?” Colt snarled at her. “How dare you blame me for your dad. You know it was Logan and you for that matter or maybe he just saw what a spiteful little bitch you are. Either would work.” 

Ellie went to slap him but Colt caught her hand just before it made contact. “Let go of me,” she demanded, looking at Colt's hand clamped around her wrist. 

“Or what?” 

“I’m a cop's daughter. I could kick your arse if i wanted to.”

“I could kick yours,” Colt shrugged, “ I’m bigger than you, stronger than you but then again, you’re the one that likes to remind everyone that violence isn't the answer, aren't you? Your dad saw right through you didn't he?  You conniving little wench.” 

“Conniving? Wow, big word for a dumbass, sure you know what it means?” she asked, yanking her arm from his grasp, glaring up at him. “I gave up everything for you! School, life, my dad, everything! I’ve wasted so much time on you.” 

“I never asked you to.”

 “No,” she agreed, shaking her head, “No,  you didn't  but you sacrifice things when you love someone. I gave up everything to be with you and you’ve never trusted me, have you? The casino- you didn't tell me what was going on. You said I didn't have the stomach for it.” 

“I was right, You didn't. You fucked it up, “ he explained. 

“Get off your high horse, would you? It really is pissing me off.”  

“Then there’s the fucking door,” he said, pointing to it, “If i make you so unhappy fuck off. 

“Are you being serious?” She asked. 

“Yeah.” Colt headed to the bedroom, taking Ellie’s suitcase from under the be putting it on top, then flung open the wardrobe door and started shoving Ellie’s belongs into the back. 

“Colt,” she started. 

“No, Get out. Take all you’re fucking shit and get out!” 

“Fine!” She screamed at him, talking over shoving what she could into her suitcase. Tears were clouding her vision although she wasn't certain if it was from how angry she was or the realisation that her relationship was coming to an end. At that moment she found it hard to care as she ripped clothes down off the hangers, breaking a few of them in the process. 

Colt stood by the door watching her pack, his arm folded over his chest. “Hurry up,” he commanded. 

After Ellie had packed everything so possible could she zipped up the case, hauling it off the bed. Colt stepped forward, grabbed her forearm and led her towards the door. He fiddled with the key in the lock, cursing  himself for looking at it earlier, he wanted her out. Now or he was seriously going to lose his temper.

Colt yanked the door open it narrowly missing Ellie’s head. They both stood in the threshold, locking eyes for a minute. “GET OUT!” 

Ellie grabbed her suitcase putting  it into the hall first then stepped out, taking one last look at him before slamming the door shut with all  of her strength behind her.

[flowerpowell]

The Boy Next Door (Colt x MC / Logan x MC)

PART THIRTEEN

A/N: IM SO SORRY PLEASE DONT HATE ME. Characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just playing with them.

Rating: PG-18 (lots of swearing)

Word count: 2250

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn @desiree-0816 @lovehugsandcandy @walkerduchess @liamzigmichael4ever @emceesynonymroll @emichelle @hellomynameisdevi @client-327 @badchoicesposts @blackcatkita @pixel-thirsty @drakeismyweakness @donutsgirl36 @miss-raleigh-carrera @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @lovemychoices @mrskaneko @missameliep ♥

I love him. I love Colt.

“Bye, honey! Safe journey, you two!”

“Bye, Dad!”

I love Colt. I love Colt. I love Colt.

“You okay in there?” Logan asked glancing at his girlfriend, lost in thought.

I love Colt, I-- “Yes, yes,” she smiled at him.

“If something is bothering you--”

“I’m fine, Logan. I just want to go home and lie down for a bit, I’m tired.”

Logan swallowed hard and shifted his attention back to the road in front of them. “If you say so...”

She hated this. She hated the fact that Logan still didn’t know. She hated the fact that she loved Colt, not her own boyfriend. She did love Logan though, but it was nothing compared to what she felt to Colt. She just wanted to be home, in his house, see him, just see him. She needed to see him or else she would die.

When Logan parked in front of the house, Ellie almost ran inside looking for him.

Colt was doing the dishes when she entered and he instantly turned his head at the sound of the intrusion. He smiled at her so widely that Ellie forgot how to breathe.

I love him. I love him. I love him.

With a heart beating way too fast for a healthy human being, she took a few steps towards him as he wiped his hands.

I love him. I love him. I love him.

Slowly, he put his arms around her waist, wrapping her in a hug. She could smell his cologne and his aftershave and it was the most beautiful smell ever.

I love him. I love him. I love him.

Colt pulled away and looked at her with a serious expression. Even though it lasted for less than a minute, it felt like eternity and the longer he stared the more sure she was that Colt just read her mind.

Colt? You’re here? I might have used your toothbrush to clean the toilet when I was mad at you.

No reaction. He couldn’t read her mind after all.

“Ellie, I--”

“Hey, can someone help me with these?” Logan walked into the apartment carrying two large suitcases, two bags full of homemade dishes from Ellie’s father, her purse, his phone and two water bottles.

“On it,” Colt quickly broke the eye contact with Ellie and took a few things from Logan to help him out. Ellie grabbed her purse and headed towards her bedroom, feeling both, Colt’s and Logan’s, eyes on her.

Oh boy, what a mess.

~~~~

A few days passed and Ellie still didn’t know what Colt wanted to tell her that day. She tried to get him to talk to her but they seemed to never be completely alone. Ellie’s feelings to Colt only intensified with each day and she felt like she was going to explode soon.

On a Saturday morning, she decided to wake up earlier and catch Colt in the kitchen before Logan woke up. But once she got out of bed, her boyfriend opened his eyes and gently grabbed her hand.

“Hey... Is everything okay?” He asked concerned.

“Yes, I couldn’t sleep. I’m going to make coffee.”

“Ellie...” he let go of her hand and looked at her wistfully. “Is it about me? I—I see something is wrong, you’re being distant and I... I know I’m busy with my job and everything but I hope you know how much I love you.”

Ellie swallowed hard and nodded. She needed to tell him. Soon. Before he would somehow find out on his own.

“I love you too Logan,” she whispered and got back in bed with him. I love you Logan. Just... not the way I love Colt.

He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.

Why does life have to be so complicated?

~~~~

Ellie didn’t talk to Colt that day. She talked to Annya instead. The woman brought more letters and pictures for Ellie and the two were looking through old photos of Colt, laughing and sharing stories. Ellie grew to like Colt’s mother and she was sure he would love her too. She knew from Annya that Colt inherited his stubbornness from his father. Colt was actually very similar to Teppei in many ways as Ellie noticed after learning more about Teppei. She wanted Colt to learn more about his parents too. She had many letters to prove that Teppei did love his son a lot and was proud of him and she couldn’t wait to share them with Colt. She hated knowing that he thought his parents hated him. He deserved nothing but love and Ellie wanted to prove it to him.

When she came home after school a few days later, Colt was sitting on the couch and watching something. He smiled when she walked in and she felt a familiar warmth in her heart at the sight.

“Hey, how was school?” he asked turning off the TV.

“It was... good, but this is not what I wanted to talk about with you,” Ellie sat down next to him and started chewing her lip nervously.

“Talk? What happened?”

“Nothing happened! I just wanted to talk. About life and stuff like that. Nothing specific.” Liar.

“Okay...? Then, umm... how’s life?” Colt asked confused and Ellie tried to supress a chuckle.

“Your life Colt. I wanted to ask you to tell a little bit more about your father and mother. If that’s okay.”

“Ellie,” Colt ran his hand through his hair, “there’s not much to tell. My mom left us when I was little and Pop never cared about me. You know the story.”

“I do but... Do you know why your mom left you? Or why your father was treating you like this?”

Colt sighed. “Pop said she wanted to focus on her life and the two of us were just an obstacle. I don’t know why he treated me like this, he probably hated me for ruining his and mom’s life.”

Ellie swallowed hard knowing it was not true. She didn’t want to push him too far as Colt really hated sharing anything from his life and the fact that he was talking to her was already a big victory.

“Why do you care, actually?” He raised an eyebrow and looked at her and she shrugged.

“Just wondering. You know I’m nosy.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled.

“I think it’s not true. I mean, I don’t think your father hated you. I think he loved you and was proud of you. And your mother loved you too.”

“Yeah, yeah, and then pigs started flying and shitted all over Pop’s head and it turned him into a grumpy monster,” Colt rolled his eyes and Ellie bursted into laugher.

“Maybe not exactly that but... Your father was proud of you.”

“I wish, Ellie. I tried so damn hard but he only complained about me. And now he’s dead so it doesn’t matter anyway.”

Ellie took a deep breath and retrived Teppei’s letter from her pocket. She cleared her throat before speaking. “He was proud of you. I—I have a proof. Here.” She put the letters on his lap and Colt looked at her with a puzzled expression. “These are your fathers letters. To your mom, who didn’t leave you by the way, she... was studying here and it was your father who took you from her and--”

“Ellie,” Colt turned his attention to letters in front of him, “where the hell did you get these?”

“I umm.... got them from your mom...”

“Who?!”

“Your mom. She just started working at my university and I wanted to get to know her better when we started talking--”

“You what?”

“I... talked to your mom. She actually never left you and I--”

“You talked to my mother?” Colt abruptly stood up and was towering over her now.

“Yes, but I wanted to know why she left you because you always thought you had no one and I thought--”

“You thought what?” His voice was calm but she could see he was angry.

“I thought... I wanted... I thought I would try to reunite you with your family...”

“And why would you do that? You know why I never wanted to keep in touch with her, I thought you knew me... Why, Ellie?! Why?”

“Because... I wanted... I wanted you to have a family. I knew you wanted one and--”

“Wrong. I never said I wanted anyone. I have no one and I’m good with that.” He didn’t even sound angry at that moment, he sounded broken and upset that Ellie did something like that.

Shit.

“You have me...”

“I don’t.”

“But...”

“No buts, Ellie!” He started yelling, now definitely angry, “How DARE you talk to someone from my life? Why couldn’t you just mind your own damn business?! Why did you do this?!”

“Because...”

“I am sick of you. You always think you know best, don’t you? But this is not your life, it doesn’t affect you, so fuck off.”

“I just wanted--”

“I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU WANTED! This woman left me, and I don’t care what is her official version, I have the right to not talk to her.”

“I know but I--”

“But I! I! I! This is not about you! You’re not my sister, you’re not my family.” He looked at her and swallowed hard before adding. “You’re not my girlfriend. You’re not even my friend. You’re NO ONE, and you have NO rights to do anything like this behind my back!”

“But Colt...”

“NO BUTS!”

“Hey! Why are you yelling at my girlfriend? She didn’t do anything wrong!” Logan walked in after hearing their heated conversation. He glared at Colt and Colt sent him an angry look too.

“A knight in shining armor! This is none of your business so get the fuck out of here!”

“Colt!” Ellie screamed and grabbed Logan’s arm when he wanted to punch Colt.

“You’re being rude to my girlfriend, this is my fucking business as well. She just wanted to get you to talk to your mother, why are you so mad about it? She did it because she cares about you, for whatever reason.”

“Care.” Colt snickerred. “What do you know about caring about other people? Look at you. Defending your girlfriend because you ‘love’ her. And have you ever told her the truth?”

“What truth?” Ellie asked confused.

“Colt!” Logan narrowed his eyes.

“Why, since we’re not minding anyone’s business, let’s share some stories, shall we?”

“COLT!” Logan raised his voice.

“Logan worked for my father,” Colt turned to Ellie with something unreadable in his eyes. “They were both stealing cars, revamping them and selling as new. As a job. I never got into it, I only helped when I needed to. But these two, they were close. Stole many cars until one days they were caught on camera. My father was killed while escaping from the cops but Logan made it.”

Ellie looked at Logan with horror on her face. He stood still, quiet, avoiding her eyes.

“He helped me get my revenge. For my father. This is why I owned him a favor. Wanna know the best part?”

“COLT!!!” Logan yelled but Colt ignored him.

“Logan was so scared he would go to jail that he wanted to find out who was solving his and my father’s case so he could ‘take care’ of this person, too. This is how you found Detective Wheeler, isn’t it, Logan? As you said, it would be easier to get to him through his daugther, right?”

“Logan...?” Ellie looked at her boyfriend or... whoever it was, with tears in her eyes.

“Ellie, I swear I can explain. It’s not like this, I--”

“IS IT TRUE? What Colt said?”

“Yes...” Logan bit his lip and looked at her pleadingly.

“How could--”

“Oh, stop it. As if you’re a saint!” Colt turned to Ellie.

“Colt...”

“What? We’re telling each other secrets, right? You didn’t think twice before prying into my business so why should I?” He turned to Logan. “On your anniversary, when she broke up with you, she ended up naked in my bed. Has she ever mentioned that? I still have scratches on my back from her nails if you wanna see.”

“Colt!!!”

“What? Isn’t it nice when people don’t mind their own business?”

“I need... I need a moment,” Logan took a few steps back and Ellie started crying. They both looked broken and Colt, on the other hand, looked furious.

“Good. Now that we all established that you are worth each other, I want you, both of you, to get the fuck out of my house. I don’t want to see ANY of you EVER AGAIN in my life.” Colt yelled before storming out. Logan took his jacket and walked out of the door too. 

Ellie looked at both of them leaving, feeling as if her whole world was falling apart. She collapsed on the floor, crying so hard that she couldn’t catch a breath. It didn’t take long before her crying stopped and everything went black.

[lovehugsandcandy]

Eight Days a Week, Eight Seconds a Kiss (Part 4)  (Colt x MC)

A/N: I KNOW I AM AWFUL WITH UPDATES and I APOLOGIZE! Part 4 of rom-com RoD featuring awkward Ellie who just wants someone to kiss her already and totally idiotic wingman Colt. You fools.

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD

Length: ~2500 words

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing, probably, because I swear a lot.)

Summary: Ellie wants to live her life to the fullest, starting with her first kiss. She just needs a little encouragement.

Tuesday: Time to Show Your Worth, Child

Ellie had barely stopped the car when Colt was there, right in her space, long fingers clasping the door frame, blocking her from getting out of the car.

“Let’s go.”

“What?” She wasn’t even fully out yet, legs hanging awkwardly in the air between them.

“Come on, we gotta go.”

“What.” She swung her legs back into the car as Colt bolted around the front and threw himself into the passenger seat. 

“Come on, throw it in reverse, let’s go.”

“What is wrong with you?” She didn’t wait for him to respond before she complied, backing out through the bay doors onto the street.

“Take this right.”

“Were you waiting for me to show up so you could ambush me?”

“We have things to do, don’t we? Amorous adventures to obtain?” His voice was dull, annoyed, the snark of the question falling flat. He looked out the window, sunlight shining off his hair. Bathed in the afternoon light, she could be forgiven for mistaking him for an angel at first glance; however, upon closer inspection, the dangerous glint in his eye and furrow of his brow marked him as more fallen than heavenly. 

She narrowed her eyes. “This seems more like you escaping than us going on an adventure.”

“Maybe we can do both.” He shrugged, finally relenting under her glare. “I just didn’t want to be there anymore.”

“Ok…”

“It’s like the orphanage of misfit toys in there. I needed to get away.”

Ellie waited.

“Get on 110. North.” He leaned his head on the glass, distraught, hand in front of his mouth, eyes hazy and unfocused out the window.

She merged onto the highway and waited some more.

Finally, after Ellie had to bite the inside of her cheek three times in an effort to keep from filling the silence, he spoke. “I fucking hate that guy.”

She gave a noncommittal hum as her eyes cut to him. She had a feeling she knew who this was about. “Whatever happened to not letting others control how you feel, Colt?”

“Whatever happened to minding your own business, Ellie?”

She smirked. It couldn’t be that bad if they were continuing their normal pattern of mildly harassing sarcasm. “…Did something happen at the shop?”

“They’re planning something, Logan and Pop.” Colt let out a sigh. “All buddy-buddy in the office. Pathetic.” He looked at his hands. “I can’t believe Pop trusts some dropout loser over me.”

“Don’t call him that.” The words were out before she could reconsider and they hung in the silence of the car. She grimaced as Colt turned to her, eyes narrowed.

“Of course you’re defending your lover boy. Fucking Logan.”

“You know, Colt? You know what I think?” Ellie huffed. “I think you’re jealous of him.”

He stopped short to stare. “Jealous? Of Logan? That’s a good one…”

“Yeah, I think you are.” She didn’t mean to sound so snide but couldn’t really regret the words once they were out.

“Why the hell would I be jealous of him? He’s a fucking idiot dropout who has no idea what he’s doing in this crew. He’s like a sentient piece of bread that wanders around taking up everyone’s space and energy and time like he’s some prince instead of a black hole of suck.”

“Colt…” Apparently, she hit a nerve.

“He’s like if you took me, made him less attractive obviously, and then surgically removed both this brain and his spine and somehow people around here treat him like he’s God’s gift to….”

“COLT!” Finally, her yell got his attention. “Stop.”

“Yeah, just jump to his defense…”

“Well, you’re being ridiculous!” She gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Am I?”

“It’s not a competition for your dad’s affection, Jesus.”

Colt slouched petulantly against the seat, arms crossed. “Says the person who’s desperate for that asshole.”

“Ok, none of this has to do with me so stop it.”

He turned to her, face paling. The silence stretched on as he just sat there, looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time.

“What?” She wished, not for the first time, that she could read his mind as he looked to the floor.

A deep breath. “Yeah. Nothing to do with you.” He caught her eyes, a weak smile on his face. 

She had to look back at the road. At least in her case, the person her dad loved more than her didn’t exist, the Ellie in his mind just a figment of his imagination.

“Whatever, forget about it.” Colt shook his head. “Take the next exit.”

“Where are we going?” She navigated seamlessly through the traffic to get to the right lane. 

“You’ll see.”

“Is it somewhere we can lose your attitude problem?” Ellie grinned sweetly.

“I think it’s somewhere I can lose my annoying smart-ass driver.” Colt returned her smile with a smirk of his own. “Park here.”

“Okay…” Ellie dutifully parallel-parked into the space with a beaming grin that only dimmed slightly when she thought about how impressed her dad would be. He might be proud if he saw how well she could drive but definitely wouldn’t be pleased if he saw the company she was keeping.

She followed Colt out of the car, looking around at the swanky storefronts around her, old money and new money combining in a gilded array that made her uneasy. “Why are we here?”

“Because this is supposedly the highest rated spot in LA. After you dissed the dive bar, I thought you might want a change of pace.”

She looked down at her school clothes, at Colt’s leather jacket. “Isn’t there a dress code?”

“Come on.” He loped his arm around her, pushing her along with easy confidence. “Aren’t you sick of missing out on things?”

She had to smile.

“And are you going to let the opinion of these strangers rule your life?”

She smiled wider. “No.”

“Then let’s go.”

~~~~~

“I’m not even going to point anyone out to you.” They were settled at the bar, waiting for menus, and Ellie couldn’t help but stare. The bar, the room, the people, this whole place? It felt like she was transported into a magical fantasy world; everything was gleaming, gilded bar shining in the chandeliers, beautiful people carrying fancy martinis without spilling a drop.

“Why, no octogenarians here for you to mock me with?”

“No, I looked.” He ducked his head to hide the smile. He looked perfectly at ease, sprawled over a bar stool, roguishly handsome with the jacket and the hair and the self-assured smirk. Ellie felt like a fish out of water.

“I don’t fit in here, Colt.”

He swiveled his stool to look at her. “Of course we do.”

“How are you so sure about that?”

“Well, I know that, regardless, we could steal any of their cars. It helps.”

Ellie cracked up, throwing her hands over her mouth to tamp down the noise that escaped her mouth. This was not the kind of place where the noise that escaped her mouth was allowed; this was a place of restrained luxury, where quiet conversations and the delicate tinkle of silverware on plates were the only noises welcome. 

“Excuse me, but you have the most beautiful laugh.”

Ellie turned in shock to the man sitting next to her, She hadn’t even noticed him when she slid into the stool but now she couldn’t look away. She knew LA was full of attractive people but this guy was handsome. Dark eyes, dark hair, lips curving over blindingly white teeth. She definitely did not expect this when she got here.

“What a line,” Colt grumbled under his breath.

Ellie ignored him in favor of her sweetest smile. “Thank you.”

“I’m Jack,” He held out a hand, which she shook, eyes wide. Strong handshake, confident. Damn. Mercy Park Crew, who?

“I’m Ellie.” 

“Oh boy.” 

Ellie quickly swiveled to glare at Colt before turning back to her other side.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Jack didn’t seem to notice Colt’s dour face on her other side; Ellie silently thanked any and all deities she could think of.

“Sure!”

Jack leaned over to speak softly to the bartender while Ellie wondered if she agreed too enthusiastically. Was she supposed to play hard to get? What did one do in these situations?

Then, she grimaced when she realized the bartender was sliding her a glass of wine. She could feel Colt shaking his head next to her.

Oh well. In for a penny, out for a pound. She took a sip and had to bite her tongue to force it down. Dear God, this was awful. It tasted like someone poured perfume into gasoline. What the hell was this stuff?

Jack didn’t seem to notice the expression on her face but Colt definitely did, his shoulders shaking in silent laughter. With a huff, she rotated in her seat so she was facing Jack, trying to ignore the distraction behind her.

“So do you come here often?”

Colt groaned and Ellie sighed. She was going to kill him. “First time actually, yourself?”

“I come here a bit; I live just up the block.” Jack leaned closer, conspiratorially. “I actually knew you’ve never been here before; I definitely would have noticed you if you were a regular.”

Ellie flushed. Colt snorted. Ellie’s hand clenched into a fist, almost an automatic reaction to an annoying stimulus, and she tried to calculate how long it would take him to walk back to the shop. Not long enough.

“So what do you do, Ellie?”

“I’m in school.” She realized what she admitted when Jack’s face fell. “College. I’m in college. Senior year. Uhh…..UCLA.”

“What are you studying?”

“Uhhh….business?” She could hear a thud behind her. It sounded like Colt hitting his head on the bar.

“That’s awesome.” Jack leaned in closer and rested his chin on his hand.

“So what do you do?”

“Other than be the luckiest guy in the world to meet you tonight?” Ellie flushed as he took a sip of his wine before resting a strong forearm on the bar. Ellie was sure her face was bright red; no one ever hit on her. “I’m a lawyer for a television station. Contracts, intellectual property, all that boring stuff.”

“That sounds really interesting actually.”

“Boring.” Colt had obviously picked his head off the bar to resume his snide commentary. She was about to reply to Jack when she heard a muttered “Whoa” behind her. Colt tried to grab her arm, a quick touch to her elbow, but she shook him off.

He then coughed behind her. She ignored him.

He coughed louder, again. Ellie sucked in a breath through her teeth and continued to look away. At this point, she was winning the ‘Ignore Colt Olympics’ and she sure wasn’t going to give up her medal.

Apparently, he didn’t like that. He kicked her stool, hard; Ellie pitched forward and was barely able to catch herself by slamming her palm onto the bar. 

She whirled to see him frantically slashing a hand across his neck. “Colt, what the hell?”

“Abort, abort, this is bad, let’s go.”

She leaned in closer to his face. “Are you kidding me? I am actually not shooting myself in the foot for-”

“No, you don’t understand, he’s-”

Jack stood next to her, sliding off the bar stool from an imposing height. “Uhh, do you know him?”

She rubbed her forehead. “Unfortunately. Sorry, my friends are kinda embarrassing.”

“Hah.” Colt scoffed. “At least your friends aren’t married.”

“What? What are you talking-” She trailed off as she watched Jack’s face fall. Her eyes darted to his left hand; there was no ring but a very obvious tan line marked where one apparently was a fixture on his finger. “What the hell?”

Jack sighed. “I can explain…”

Ellie jumped up, mouth open in shock.

She was about to lay into him, cheeks reddening in embarrassment, when the woman on the other side of him leaned over, long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. “He can explain.” The look on her face was severe, voice serious. “I’m his wife. We are looking for a third to join us. Interested?”

Ellie just stared, blinking, gaping; was she drunk? Off one sip of wine? She was drunk, wasn’t she? Did they just ask her-?

Colt found his voice first. “Holy shit. Plot twist.”

~~~~~

“I cannot believe…” Ellie huffed the words out around a hot dog. After their rapid escape from the bar, Colt complained so vigorously that he would die without sustenance that they stopped into the 7-11 for food.

Colt shrugged. “You could have knocked out a lot of firsts tonight. First kiss, first threesome…”

“Shut up.” She knocked her shoulder into his before taking another sip of her Slurpee to try to mask the bitter taste of wine and defeat on her tongue. Whatever the magical combination of chemicals and sugar that were contained in the 7-11 elixir, it was working, tasting far better than the stupid wine.

“What?” He edged his shoulder right back into hers, a warm shove. “You didn’t want to go home with the plastic couple in there?”

“Urgh. No, thank you. I came with you, I’m leaving with you.”

His walking slowed as he looked at her, face softening into something that almost would have been affection, if it were on anyone else. She stopped, turning to him with a question in her eyes, as his eyes traced her face.

“You have some…” His thumb reached up to brush against her face, lingering over her lip. His eyes were focused on where his finger was on her face but, even worse, it was all she was focused on, every cell leaping at the gentle pressure, strangely intimate, the busy sidewalk and ritzy crowd fading to nothing. Her stomach fell to her toes, like she was on a roller coaster, the weightless swoop from flying over the precipice into an unseen fall.

“Colt?”

He dropped his arm as if he were shocked. “You…umm….you had some ketchup. On your face.”

“Thanks?” It was more squeak than speech.

He turned to the car, ears red, opening the door and practically throwing himself into the seat. “Don’t mention it.”

Ellie didn’t bring it up, not at all through the ride back to the shop, but she thought about it the entire way, the sudden warmth in her stomach unfamiliar and weird and not entirely unpleasant. By the time she pulled into the bay, she could almost pass it off as a momentary weakness, a never-to-be-repeated softness from the abrasive force climbing out of her passenger seat.

She clambered out after him, clutching her Slurpee, the sugar still sharp on her tongue after the wine, sweetness always stronger after a bitter bite. She tossed the cup into the trash, watching him wander over to his bike, shoulders tense. 

“Hey.” Her voice carried through the empty shop. “Thanks for taking me out tonight.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “No problem. Sorry about the guy.”

Ellie shrugged. “Probably better we didn’t get involved.”

“Yeah.” He grinned at her but his eyes were far away. She was going to ask, to probe, but he continued, talking fast. “Well, have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too.” She nodded and turned to go to her car.

Two steps and she looked over her shoulder, smiling to see he was still watching her. She grinned wider and was gratified when she saw his eyes start to shine and crinkle at the corners, an actual smile from him.

Five more steps and she turned again, giving him a wave when she caught his eye. 

And one more look as she got in the car door, laughing at his exasperated “Good night, Ellie.”

She had a smile on her face the whole way home. It actually was a good night.

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[alitheamateur]

The Grind-Chapter 29

I helped clean up the dishes, and he emptied all our trash into the dumpster behind the shop before we journeyed to the next stealthy location on his to-do list. I made sure to cork the pricey wine bottle so I could take the last bit home to sip on in bed with him, not wanting to waste a drop of the bittersweet goodness. Colton peeled off his jacket to drape over my bare back since the evening temperatures had chilled noticeably, then we locked up and he offered his aid to the car, considering my acutely inebriated state.

Instead of following the traffic further into the eventful side of town, we made a left and headed off towards the outskirts. It was a part of Pittsburgh that normally would have me on edge consider the late hour, but with Colton at the wheel there was truly never any reason to fear. He wasn’t a certified superhero, or a proclaimed savior of humanity, but I felt he was my own personal, daunting vigilante. I was independent, and capable on my own, but with him I could be fearless.

I looked out the side window as the streetlights and skyscrapers became scarce, and felt the dizzy aftershock of the merlot floating through my veins, creating a warm blaze over my cheeks. Rolling the window down a crack for some cool breeze to chill my alcoholic hot flash, we turned on the very familiar street where Mac’s gym used to sit. I stretched in my seat to get a good look around, continuing the trend of confusion.

“You okay, Livvy?” Colton tested as he parallel parked directly in front of the cloudy, dust stained windows of the unoccupied building.

“Yeah, just a little hazy from the wine is all. And wondering what we’re doing here.”

He only half-smiled and opened the door, gesturing for me to follow suit. Checking carefully for any oncoming vehicles, I slung open the passenger side to meet my offered escort on the sidewalk. The “A” of the sign above the doorway was cracked and barely hanging on by some sketchy wires, and the street number that was stickered on the glass was pared and faded. I felt instantly sad for Colt seeing the current state his once second home. In fact, it had probably been more of a home to him than the old, dingy apartment he was held up in when we first met, considering the innumerable hours he spent training here.  As our steps accidently synced in speed toward Mac’s, Colton tore away a graffiti marked “For Sale” sign heftily tapped to the glass. He disconnected our hands to pull a key tucked away in a pocket of his wallet…

Shards of broken glass from the overhead lights furthermore shattered as we walked over the polluted floor of the abandoned gym. Most of the equipment remained intact and the ring still stood in its place, only now stained a bit with the passing year of lacked maintenance. A red-wrapped box, taped with a black bow had been placed in its center, which I gathered was exactly where Colton was dragging me. He gaped the stretchy, leather-like ropes open and grasped my forearm to keep me from woozily face planting. From side glance, I watched him drink in the sight of my leaning figure, and the spilling out of cleavage as I did so.

“I hate seeing the place like this. I know it has to be pretty brutal for you too, babe.” I weakly slurred in a sympathized manner.

“This place got a lotta memories, for sure. For the both of us, hm?” He approached me from behind covering me in a bear hug, kissing the crook of my neck, and inhaling in my most customary scent. A reminder of the first night we spent together standing in that very spot made the echo of our moans, and the feel of his hands on me play back like a fantasy in my mind, and I sunk further into his body.

“Be careful talking about such things, Ritter. I might just be drunk enough to let you take advantage of me right here again.”

“As much as I need to get my hands on you, you should open ya’ present first.” He suggested, nudging me onward with a pat to the behind.

I squatted to lift the box, and felt the barely-there weight of its contents. Colt remained in observance over my shoulder, quietly inspecting for a reaction as I worked my nails over the knotted, silk bow closure. It fell to my feet, tickling over my exposed toes in the stilettoes I wore, and I then dropped the cardboard lid shortly after. Lined with tissue paper inside, the black gloves Colton wore to fight Danny Mendez were laid next to each other. The grained leather was softer than when I had first gifted him with them, now broken in and loose due to the blows thrown, and punches blocked.

“Colton. These belong to you, babe. I don’t even deserve a pair this nice. And besides, they have your name on ‘em, silly.” I reasoned, turning slow to face my one-man audience.

“I think I can maybe do somethin’ about that little name issue, pretty girl.”

Suddenly, the crisp box and its contents crashed to the floor, falling buoyantly from my now numb hands. Instead of spinning around to meet his smiling eyes, I had to sink my sights to discover him knelt a few feet from me, caressing a square velvet case.

“Colton, what ar-.”

“You listen, ‘n let me talk this time, baby.”

Uncontrollable outlines of mascara black tears initiated abruptly, and the white noise of passing traffic, and distant sirens ceased.

“The second I looked into those bright emerald eyes of yours Livvy, a fuse kicked inside me. All those emotions that I had turned off a long time ago, fuckin’ came roaring back. The typical me, woulda walked right out that morning with a coffee to-go, without a second thought. But it was like every time I looked back at ya’, I swear I could literally feel my heartbeats inside of me. I coulda counted them out loud, Liv. You had me in this… this trance or somethin’. You know I ain’t gonna say all this the way you deserve to hear it, but I need you to know what you are to me, Elliott. How much you mean t’ me.”

I could hear his voice crack under the pressure he had put on himself, and the lump of tearful release he was trying to choke back into his throat.

“There’s a billion damn reasons why I don’t deserve ya’. We both know that. But there’s another billion reasons why I want to. You’re the most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, and the only one I know who could get me laughin’ like a damn idiot the way you do. I love that you always have a little smudge of leftover makeup unda’ your eyes when you wake up every mornin’, and that you can have me beggin’ in desperation the second you put on a pair of those shoes like the ones ya’ wearin’ now. And don’t even get me started on how thrilled I get seeing you strapped into a pair of sparring gloves. As nervous sick as it gets me, I love it all the same. I ain’t never wanted to be a better man, babe. For myself, and sure as hell not for anyone else. But the man I am with you, the man you turn me into, is a far better one that I ever thought I could be. C’mere, Livvy baby. I ain’t gonna bite.”

Following the suggestive direction of his nod, I weakly closed the distance between us, and he took my chattering hand into his. He laughed, and tried to still the very obvious nervous, euphoric emotion coming through my skin.

“You are such a beautiful, loving, kind heart. Not to mention sexy in the most subtle ‘n real way. You’re strong as a fuckin’ ox, inside & out, and you sit my ass straight in line every day. God knows I need that. I want to spend the rest of my life being ya’ sidekick, and watchin’ you succeed with whatever your heart wants. I can’t promise I’ll be as perfect as all the otha’ men you truly deserve, and I need ya’ to be patient wi’ me when I get all caught up in me head. There ain’t nobody else I’d rather have nursin’ my wounds after a fight, or eatin’ a whole gallon of ice cream with on a cheat day. You’re my only light, and any chance I have at bein’ a decent man is only because of you. So, Liv Caroline Elliott, will you marry me?”

The flawless solitaire sent iridescent beams of sparkle bouncing across the ceiling as the light caught it in Colton’s suddenly shaking hand. The stone was impressively hefty in carats, and was uniquely chiseled into the shape of an octagon. I knew that little quality wasn’t just a coincidence, and Colt had made this purchase with careful consideration and lots of preparation. His dedicated search for the perfect diamond to join the two of us together was a thoughtful sentiment no one could refute.

He bore his soul without question, so unnaturally against his nature, and let his every emotion spring forth for me to potentially criticize and dismiss. The metamorphosis I had witnessed overtake him the last months satisfied my hearts every yearning, and I knew fully that Colton Ritter was the only man who would ever fill the shoes of my true love. As tears began saturating his soft, bristle-like eyelashes too quick for him to conceal and rub away with his shirt sleeve, I wordlessly nodded an accepting, smiling ‘yes.’

“You ain’t gettin’ off that easy 2-1. A man’s gotta hear you say it.”

“Yes, Colton. Yes, yes, yes! A hundred times over, yes. I will marry you. Only if you promise me, to stop selling yourself so short and trying to convince the world what a monster you are. When it comes to the cage, sure you’re unforgiving and dangerous. But otherwise, we both know that’s so far from the truth. Whether I’m the only lucky individual who gets to see it behind closed doors or not, you’re so kind. And you’re the most loyal man I have ever met. Any time I’ve been lucky enough to spend with you, have been the best minutes of my entire life. And when I happen to think about the time passed without you, I cringe at the memories we could’ve made. I want nothing more than to spend whatever life I have left by your side.”

The feeling of the cool silver band as he slid it with ease over the knuckle of the proper finger sent a tsunami of wedding color schemes, and potential venues flooding into my train of thought. Never was I the girl for fairy tales, and tulle and princes riding in to rescue the damsel, but the countless possibilities of marital bliss with Colton had birds chirping and singing around my head.

My newly crowned fiancé lunged in to seal the celebration with a deep kiss, pulling me into him by a hand on the back of my neck. The sticky tears wetting his face mixed with my own as our faces touched in embrace, and Colton dipped me like the closing move of a Salsa dance, laughing when I yelped in surprise.

“What is it about this little place, I wonder? It seems Mac’s has been pretty important to us over the last years.” I pointed out, as he kissed the fine jewelry now situated on my finger.

“Yeah…… Well, uhm... About that…”

I looked at him through slit eyes, and cocked a quizzical, suspicious brow at what had him so apparently tongue tied.

“You’re right. This shit hole has been pretty damn important t’ me. And a’ course, to us too. I can’t stand to see it just sittin’ here. Rotting.”

“I’m sure if there was anything Mac could do, sweetheart, he would’ve already. Maybe we’ll get lucky and the next owner will give it a good makeover, y’know? Freshen it up.” I attempted to cheer him up with positive outlook, and cheery suggestions.

“Oh, I think you right. The next owner is gonna get this place back on its feet, and back to it’s roots. Some new bags first thing, and a definite fuckin’ fumigating.” His nose crinkled as he looked around at the mildewed ceiling.

“It sold? Someone finally bou-“

I froze, and Colton’s instantaneous smile furthermore proved my suspicions. He had torn down that weathered ‘for sale’ sign before we came inside, and the little key tucked in his wallet should’ve been my tell-tale.

“COLTON?! It’s yours? You bought it? How? Whe-“

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. Take a breath, ya’ crazy chatterbox. Yes, I bought it. And yes, it’s OURS.” Colton annunciated the significance of ‘ours’ in his confession, assuring I understood that this cherished little corner of a rickety, dark corner block in Pittsburgh now belonged to us. Together.

“I was thinkin’… How does 21 Punches sound to you? I mean, I’d like to have Mac maybe be a manger for me, y’know, when I can’t be here ‘n stuff. But I do wanna change that sign out front.”

Invisible atoms of a tranquil fog consumed the every corner of being, and my legs felt insubstantial on a cloud of celestial contentment. This stiff as cement man, who seemed to turn to near wet, molding clay in my presence wanted to name his most prized possession after a silly, what I viewed as irrelevant, high school basketball number from my ancient days as a Westfield Warrior. I half expected a hidden crowd to jump out into a surprise party, or a horse drawn carriage to wheel up outside to seal the finishing touches on an evening of unadulterated shock and romance.

“I think you’re the best thing about this smelly, foggy, freezing city. And I think you should take me home right now, and let me show you exactly how amazing I think you are.”

Forgetting any class or feminine daintiness, I grabbed firmly around the bulge of his thin, extremely well-fitting slacks and parted two buttons of his shirt to tickle his beating chest.

“Home? We own the place now, ya’ naughty lil’ thing. I could just take ya’ right fuckin’ now if I wanted to.”

“Slide your hand under this dress and get to it then, Mr. Ritter.” I sighed fervently into his ear, sloppily sucking his neck just under the line of his beard.

The lack of undergarments he discovered as he used two fingers to crawl up the side of my leg caused him to groan out hauntingly.

“Your wish, is my fuckin’ command, Mrs. Ritter.”

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Sin City- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,803

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, implied smut, blood, you know the usual

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It was getting dark outside and you wondered where the hell Sam was when a car pulled up. You knew Sam would need to hotwire a car but you didn’t see Sam in the driver’s seat. You frowned when he and the priest from the church got out.

“Sam! You brought the priest! No offense, Father,” You quickly added.

“None taken. I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. I mean, I’ve known Casey since she was a little girl and when I heard she was trapped in her basement, I wanted to help.” Father Gil explained.

“Right, whatever. Dean and Casey are in the basement and I tried yelling for him but my voice wasn’t loud enough,” you looked at Sam since his was way deeper and louder than yours. He seemed to get the message and walked over to the caved in the basement.

“Dean?!” Sam yelled out, his voice booming off the rocks. That seemed to do the trick since you heard Dean’s voice yell back.

“Sam??” you heard Dean’s voice muffled by the wall.

“Yeah! Don’t worry, we’re coming!” Sam said. You were so busy trying to save Dean, you didn’t notice Father Gil behind you.

“Who's we?” Dean asked.

“I’m here with Y/N and Father Gil.”

“Sammy, be careful,” Dean warned. You turned around just in time to see Father Fil’s eyes turn black. How ironic that a demon would be a priest. You didn’t have any time to react because a shot was heard and a bullet hit the stone wall behind you three. You all looked to see your dad. Again, you didn’t have any time to react before Father Gil was using his demonic powers to fling Bobby aside and then flung Sam into the windshield of the Impala.

You growled and rushed at Father Gil only to have him throw you against the stone wall. You groaned in pain and slid to the ground, your vision a bit spotty. Father Gil broke down the door to the house and walked inside. You got up, ignoring the pain in your back and rushed over to your dad, glad to see him there.

“Dad, are you alright?” You asked, making sure he wasn’t hurt. Sam rushed over and helped Bobby up but he handed Sam the Colt, wasting no time.

“Go!” Bobby yelled and Sam nodded, grabbing the Colt and rushing inside. You knew that Sam could handle this and you helped your dad up and looked at him in the eyes.

“How did you get it to work? Earlier this week, you had no idea how it ticked.” You asked your dad.

“I helped him,” You heard a female say from behind you. You whipped around to see Ruby, all smug.

“You let her help you?” You asked Bobby, pissed that he let his guard down.

“I know how it seems…” Your dad tried to explain.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Ruby said with an eye roll.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” You whipped back to Ruby, glaring at her. “You may have helped fix the Colt and ‘said’ you could help Dean out of his deal but you’re a fucking demon and I don’t trust you at all. Like I’m really going to believe that your only motive is to provide help. Fuck that and fuck you.”

Just then, you heard two shots go off from the basement and you wasted no time running into the house, leaving the demon with your dad. You knew he was safe for now and when you got to the basement, you saw Father Gil and Casey dead on the floor, a heaving Sam with the smoking gun in his hand and Dean with wide eyes.

You stared at Sam before running over to Dean and bringing him into your arms.

“Oh, don’t ever do that again,” You mumbled into his neck. His hands rubbed your back and you pulled away and looked at Sam who sighed. The case was over and you couldn’t wait to get the hell out of Dodge.

Tomorrow came around and you were with Dean, Sam, and your dad, talking about the case and what it all meant. You left Casey’s house and were now walking to Bobby’s car which was in the city since you all stopped to get food before he left.

“Well, what do you think, Bobby? About what we did here, you think it made a difference?” Dean asked.

“Two less demons to worry about. That's not nothing.”

“Yeah, but Trotter is still alive,” Dean commented. You didn’t know what went down between Sam and Trotter but Dean was right. He shouldn’t be treating women like this.

“Humans ain't our job,” Bobby responded.

“But the things he’s doing to women, I mean, he tried to do them to me. Shouldn’t we at least do something?” You said, biting your lower lip.

“We need to focus on these demons or else there won’t be women left for him to boss around.” Sam made a good point there.

“Yeah, alright, I have to get back. I still need to do research on this whole thing and you need to figure out where they might be heading next.” Bobby said, walking to his car.

“Yeah, alright, drive safe out there, Bobby,” Sam said with a tight smile. Bobby nodded and Sam and Dean gave him a hug before walking off. You smiled and gave your dad a hug but before you could walk off, he grabbed your hand.

“Hey, before you go, I wanna say something,” Bobby said. You looked back at Sam and Dean who noticed you weren’t with them and looked back at you and your dad. You look at Bobby and nodded, waiting for him to continue. “You called me dad.”

“You’re very observant,” You chuckled nervously. You could sense the question Bobby didn’t ask. You could see it in his eyes. “Drive safe, okay? I’ll call later and we can talk more, okay… dad?” Bobby grinned and he nodded, bringing you in for another hug before letting you go. He got into his car and you watched as he drove off. You walked back over to Sam and Dean, Dean putting his arm around your shoulder.

“So, you going to call him that from now on?” Dean asked.

“I think it could stick,” You chuckled.

Back at the motel, you started packing up yours and Dean’s things while he was out grabbing food at the diner across the street. Sam as packing his things and it was silent until you heard Ruby behind you two.

“Leaving so soon? We haven't even had a chance to celebrate.” You and Sam both whipped around to see Ruby standing there with a smirk.

“Yeah, well you can celebrate without us,” Sam said with a glare.

“You're not gonna get all pouty on me now, are you? Come on! You killed two demons today!” Ruby said, exasperated.

“Yeah, well, maybe you don't care, but I killed two humans, too,” Sam said but you decided to be silent for the time being. You didn’t know what her deal was and you didn’t like the vibes you got from her. This was more about being a demon, this was about something else. You didn’t like it.

“Sam, you know what happens when demons piggyback humans. They leave them rode hard and put up wet. Chances are those two would have died a slow, sticky death. You probably did them a favor.” Ruby said with an eye roll.

“Did them a favor? You're a cold bitch, you know that?” You finally spoke up, taking a few steps to her.

“Yeah, and this cold bitch has saved your ass a couple of times now. Some respect might be nice. Especially if you want me to help you out with Dean and his little problem.”

“You know, you keep saying that but you have done shit to help! Last I checked, Dean is still going to Hell and you still have your hand in your pants, claiming you’re going to help. Look, I don’t like you and I think I made that very clear. I’m grateful for the help you did provide but you’re done. We don’t want you here anymore. Right, Sam?” You said, expecting him to agree with you but you didn’t get a response. You looked at Sam to see him staring at Ruby with an open mouth.

“Everything in its own time, Y/N. But there’s a quid pro quo here. We're in a war.” Ruby said, not waiting for Sam to say something.

“Right. But for some reason, you're fighting on our team. Now, tell me, why is that again?” Sam finally spoke up.

“Go fuck yourself, that's why,” Ruby said with a sweet smile. “I don't have to justify my actions to you or to you. If you don't want my help, fine. Then give me the gun and I'll pass it on to someone who will use it.”

“Maybe I’ll use it on you,” Sam said, taking the Colt out and pointing it at Ruby.

“Go ahead,” Ruby said with a shrug. “It's not gonna do much for Dean, though.” It was silent while Sam contemplated shooting Ruby but he hesitated which gave Ruby her answer. “That’s what I thought,”

“He might not be able to do it but I’m sick and tired of your bullshit,” You grabbed the gun and aimed it at her, pulling the trigger. She knew not to mess with you and disappeared before the bullet could hit her. The bullet stuck in the wall and Sam grabbed the gun before you could do any more damage.

“Hey! That wasn’t cool!” Sam put the gun away, sighing when Ruby didn’t return.

“Look, she’s pulling your chain! She doesn’t have shit to help Dean and you know it! You’re just in denial.” You raised your voice, going back to packing.

“Wow, look at you. You’re just accepting Dean’s death as final! What happened to the girl who would do anything to help Dean, huh?” Sam asked you.

“I am not God, Sam! I want, more than anyone, that Dean doesn’t go to Hell but we’ve sunk so low as to accept help from a demon! A fucking demon! You know she has other motives, Sam! How could you trust her so easily??” You were screaming at the end. You hated fighting with Sam but you didn’t trust Ruby at all.

“I am willing to do anything to help Dean and if I have to get help from a demon, then so be it! At least I’m getting help!” Sam yelled, throwing the rest of this things in his bag before storming out of the room. You got tears and collapsed to the floor, not knowing what to do anymore.

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[mittensmorgul]

I'm shook. Dean actually admitted that Chuck doesn't care, that Chuck just left and ignored all of his responsibilities. I thought Dean was pro-Chuck, I mean, he called Chuck a bestie, didn't he? I'm not sure if he really resents Chuck or he was just too depressed to think straight. I'm still shook though. (Oh, and if you're feeling unwell I hope you recover. I wish you luck. May October be kind to you.)

Aahhh, thank you. :P And yeah, I’ve been sick since Walker-Stalker Philly a few weeks ago, stupid con crud that turned into bronchitis because I am a weakling with no immune system. :D

I’ve also been debating whether I should write tonight (fic, which I have a deadline of december 2 on and I’m not even close to finished on), or if I should write a long meta on Fathers, or if I should just go to sleep and try again tomorrow. But this bit about Chuck, and how Dean feels about Chuck as an absent father figure, would factor into that meta.

I mean Dean’s always held a grudge against God since… ever probably, but at least in text as far back as 5.02 when Cas set out in search of God to help stop the apocalypse. Chuck never really grew into anything Dean could really respect any more than that, you know? Even the burden Chuck laid on him at the end of s11 wasn’t what Dean wanted. Dean had his ENTIRE LIFE ruined because of Chuck’s inability to clean up his own mess, and then suddenly Dean fixes it FOR him, and Chuck just sashays off into the sunset with Amara and again lays the entire burden for taking care of EVERYTHING at Dean’s feet… but Dean’s still just a guy doing a job. He doesn’t have Cosmic God Powers to just fix stuff when it goes wrong. How the hell is he meant to take care of the entire world?

He does try, though. Oh, how he tries. Until it crushes and breaks him.

(and whoopsie this is actually shaping up to BE that meta on fathers I’ve been thinking about, so guess how I’m gonna spend the next hour! WHEEE! *tosses fic writing plans out the window*)

I’ll start with the easiest one: Dean referring to Chuck as his bestie. In 12.04:

Gail: Do you know God, gentlemen?Dean: Oh yeah. Yeah, we’re- we’re besties.

Said with about 9 tons of sarcasm. I’d find a gif to demonstrate just how done Dean was in that scene, but he was pretty much done with EVERYTHING in 12.04. I think that nicely sums up his attitude going into that conversation.

But yes, I 100% do feel like Dean resents Chuck– for laying this burden on him and not giving him ANYTHING else. He laid this out to Chuck’s face in 11.21:

Dean: Here’s the thing, um…Chuck… And I mean no disrespect. Um… I’m guessing you came back to help with the Darkness, and that’s great. That’s, you know – It’s fantastic. Um, but you’ve been gone a – a… long, long time. And there’s so much crap that has gone down on the Earth for thousands of years. I mean, plagues and wars, slaughters. And you were, I don’t know, writing books, going to fan conventions. Were you even aware, o-or did you just tune it out?Chuck: I was aware, Dean.Dean: But you did nothing. And, again, I-I’m not trying to piss you off. You know, I don’t want to turn into a pillar of salt.Chuck: I actually… didn’t do that.Dean: Okay. People – People pray to you. People build churches for you. They fight wars in your name, and you did nothing.Chuck: You’re frustrated. I get it. Believe me, I was hands-on – Real hands-on for, wow, ages. I was so sure if I kept stepping in, teaching, punishing, that these beautiful creatures that I created… would grow up. But it only stayed the same. And I saw that I needed to step away and let my baby find its way. Being overinvolved is no longer parenting. [Sighs] It’s enabling.Dean: But it didn’t get better.Chuck: Well, I’ve been mulling it over. And from where I sit, I think it has.Dean: Well, from where I sit, it feels like you left us and you’re trying to justify it.Chuck: I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don’t confuse me with your dad.

And that’s it, really. The crux of Dean’s feelings toward Chuck. And that never really changed. Dean still had to take the burden of sacrifice on HIMSELF (carrying the Soul Bomb to Amara) because Chuck didn’t or couldn’t or just wouldn’t. It wasn’t Chuck that saved the world there, it was Dean using his words with Amara, dragging Chuck kicking and screaming into the conversation.

Okay, not kicking and screaming, more like whimpering and huddling�� whatever… :P

But Chuck told Dean not to confuse him with John, and mistake his own “complicated upbringing” for Chuck’s “parenting” of the entire universe. And yet… as above, so below. And Chuck himself “chose” Dean as his mirror.

Then we have Dean’s own complicated Father Issues, from how John raised him, to how he was forced to raise Sam. As he said in 12.22 to Mary, he was forced to not only be a father to Sam, but a mother as well. And it wasn’t fair to Dean, and he hated Mary for her deal that put him in that position in the first place. What was unsaid there, but plain as day anyway, was that he hated John for it, too.

Lizbob and I were talking earlier about how Jack was describing the fact that he WAS his mother for a while before he was born, and how the very act of his birth sucked the life out of Kelly, and how that was a horrifying metaphor for motherhood, but Dean has said it himself, of Sam. Back in 10.03, when Sam was curing him of being a demon:

DEAN: You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just … tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since … [Dean laughs.] Forever. Or maybe … Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!SAM: This isn’t my brother talking.DEAN: You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what: I quit.SAM: No. No, you don’t. You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!DEAN: Well, then, we got nothin’.SAM: Would you say that to Dad?DEAN: Dad? Oh, there’s a prize. There’s a man who brainwashed us into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle!

Sam’s “very existence sucked the life” out of Dean’s life, just like Jack literally did to his mother, just TWO EPISODES AFTER Dean broke through to Mary with his confession about the horrors of his life, and his anger over having to be both mother and father to Sam.

And this was about the point I hit my EUREKA! moment over why the idea of Dean being forced to be a parent to Jack just pushed every NOPE NOPE NOPE button in my entire body. Because he’s JUST NOW finally letting go of feeling like his entire life had been one long forced obligation to be a parent to Sam, and now here’s this new pseudo-manbaby with frightening and potentially Dangerous Magical Abilities who needs parenting and looking after that was foisted on him against his will AGAIN.

I mean, it’s like the ultimate in Cosmically Un-Fucking-Fair.

And even the notion that Cas should be responsible for “parenting” the giant nougat-loving nuke in lost-and-found clothes just… sits so wrong with me for the exact same reason. How long has Cas been a guardian to Dean? How big was the whole “You aren’t our babysitter” theme last season? That Cas never really had time to internalize before Jack hijacked Cas’s “babysitter” instincts for his own purposes?

Yes, it’s sweet and I can see that the parallels between Jack and Cas are being written really well so far, but the cutesy Cas-as-Jack’s-Daddy stuff just physically sickens me (which is saying something considering how physically sick I am as a baseline here…). I don’t think it’s “cute.” And I’m saying this as someone who LOVES Jack as a character.

Kelly (who was literally already “dead” at the point she met Cas, and was technically– according to Jack himself– already “Jack” at that point) had sized up Cas and decided that he would make a good guardian for Jack, and that Dagon would make a bad guardian for him, and took matters into her own hands in order to make that happen. Literally took Cas’s hand without his permission, after he’d declined to touch her stomach, and then forced his hand again after literally hijacking Baby and driving Cas to the scene of her “vision.” Then literally taking Cas’s hand again to force events to unfold as they had in the vision, without regard to any of the other horrors that played out as a result– such as Joshua having been killed by Dagon, the Colt being destroyed, Sam and Dean being hurt, Cas nearly getting killed, and then zapping enough power through Cas to kill Dagon, a being of a type we’ve only ever seen harmed by the Colt and the Lance of Michael. It was clear early on that Jack had Serious Power and yet we see he has practically NO CONTROL over it.

I am soooo tempted to apply a little bit of Miriam’s description of Becky to Jack… 

He sees something he wants and just takes it without a thought for who it might hurt. He took candy from the vending machine in 13.01, but… he kinda did that to Cas, too. Even before he was born, he saw the sort of devotion Cas had to the people he cared about and even if he didn’t understand WHY, he understood through Kelly that this was something he would need for himself. So he took it, even if it might hurt other people.

Just like he flung his power out at the sheriff when she touched him while he was being assaulted by angel radio. He didn’t intend to hurt her, but he was already in pain and frightened and that’s just how his power works for him right now… as if it’s “him but not him.” Almost like it’s an independent entity that’s in Extreme Self-Protection Mode.

That’s how Miriam described Dean, as someone who takes things and breaks things no matter who it hurts. But really… that’s not Dean, and that’s not Jack either– or at least not what Jack would CHOOSE to be. But from the outside, it kinda looks that way.

So, yeah, I LOVE the idea that Sam is finally getting a turn at forced parenthood from the other side of the equation. It fits beautifully with his own arc toward self-forgiveness and acceptance of his own powers and feelings of whether or not he was inherently evil because of what had been done to him as a baby. I LOVE the idea that Sam will get to experience being a father and mother to someone going through much the same things he did all his life (albeit as an adult, which was not a luxury Dean had when he was forced into a parental role at the age of almost five).

But for Dean? I’m horrified that this has been forced on him again. And for Cas? The fact it’s not something he chose of his own free will, nor gave informed consent to before he was sock-puppeted into becoming Jack’s babysitter… yeah, I find it moderately to seriously disturbing…

And for the sake little baby Jesus, I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT JACK IS EVIL. I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT JACK IS NOT “GOOD.” Good and evil are entirely irrelevant to this conversation.

But Jack’s power did something to Kelly. And it did something to Cas. It wasn’t done with malicious intent, but IT WAS DONE TO THEM. And it’s something that severely limited their free will. We’ve seen how Jack’s power works, without his active CHOICE to make stuff happen. He’s on a fight or flight sort of level with it right now, and it just happens to be set to overkill, you know? I’m sure he’ll get a better handle on it eventually, but I think it’s also going to be a vulnerability that others may try to exploit (enter Asmodeus, or potentially AU Michael, and possibly eventually Lucifer… this isn’t going to be an easy journey for Jack).

Anyway I think I’ve wandered so far off topic of your original question, but congrats, you won the Which Question Will Result In Actual Meta award this week! :P

I think it’s been more than an hour. *checks clock* *what even is time anymore* It’s definitely been more than an hour.

[wrestlewriting]

Insolence, Pt. 3 [Adam Cole]

Title: Insolence, Part Three of ? (Part One, Part Two)

Characters: Adam Cole/OC(Brenna, because it’s easier for me to write with names in stories)

Genre: Angst & ...Fluff?! (We finally have some nice-ish things!)

Length: ~4,400 words (it ran long, not sorry?)

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Another ROH show, another opportunity for the universe to laugh at you. Except this time, you think maybe, just maybe, you’re gonna get the last laugh.

“Hey man, where’s Bren?” Colt Cabana asked, coming up to Jay Briscoe, who was sitting on a road case in the back hallway, next to his brother. Jay Lethal was standing with them, as was Christopher Daniels. They were in Atlanta for a ROH event and TV taping, and it was early afternoon, so everyone was still arriving and the crew was setting up the ring and venue. It left time for the roster to mingle around backstage, catch up with one another, or complete any production filming that was needed.

“Put her in a back room, told her to sleep for a bit,” Jay answered.

“She shouldn’t be here,” Mark chimed in.

“Yea, tried tellin’ her that,” his brother replied. “Makes me miss Nigel. She never argued him.”

“Is she OK?” Lethal asked, confused and concerned, looking between the other men.

“Sick as shit,” Jay explained. “Been this way for a few days.”

“She looked like hell when I saw her,” Colt stated. “Like, ready to pass out.”

“She almost did last night when we got to the hotel,” Mark said. “She said she hasn’t been able to keep anything in her for at least two days.”

“Can’t you get Cary or Delirious to tell her she’s not doing anything today?” Christopher questioned. “They can’t let her go out there if she’s that bad.”

“Thought about it,” Jay agreed. “But knowing Bren, she’ll put on some fuckin’ act or argue her way to what she wants. She thinks she’s gotta do her job tonight, and nothin’ should stop her.”

“She can’t wrestle like that though, it’s not safe,” Lethal argued.

“I know,” Jay replied, appearing to grow irritated with the conversation. “Look, when I see Delirious, I’ll bring it up to him, a’ight?”

None of the men noticed Adam Cole and The Young Bucks mingling nearby, with Nick and Matt sitting at a table and Adam standing beside them. And though he tried to focus on Nick speaking, Adam couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation the others were having.

He hated that he heard Brenna’s name and immediately zeroed in on it. They weren’t friends anymore, that much he felt confident in saying. He hadn’t seen her in a month, when his birthday gift/peace offering had been thrown back in his face, resulting in yet another argument. At least she hadn’t punched him that time. But it had put yet another nail in the coffin of their friendship, and he was beginning to want it to closed altogether. Why should he keep trying to make things right when she obviously hated him? It wasn’t worth his time and effort. He hadn’t done anything wrong in letting her move on with her life.

But then why the hell couldn’t he just ignore her existence entirely? Why did hearing her name perk his ears?

“Sounds like Bren’s in a bad way,” Nick’s voice broke in to Adam’s thoughts, causing his eyes to cut towards the younger Buck.

“Huh?”

“Bren, sounds like she’s pretty sick,” Nick reiterated. Adam looked blankly back.

“So?”

“Man, c’mon,” Matt chided him. “You were totally listening to them talk about her just now. You didn’t hear anything we said.” Adam looked at them with what he hoped was an expressionless face, trying to play off the situation. “You gotta stop this, whatever it is, with her. She did nothing wrong to you, dude.”

“She literally punched me,” Adam flatly reminded them.

“Because you were being a dick,” Nick replied. Adam went to argue his side, but Nick held up his hand to stop him. “I know, OK? You think you’re justified in all this, but man…you’re just not. By this point, yea, you’ve both screwed up, big time. But it all started with you. Have you even tried to explain yourself to her?”

“Yes, I did,” he answered, smugly. “And all she did was get mad at me.”

“Did you get mad first? Or act like an arrogant ass the whole time?” Matt questioned, clearly knowing his groupmate.

“…not the whole time,” Adam defended himself.

“Look, you both obviously have unresolved issues. And you both need to resolve them,” Nick stated. “We spend way too much time in the same places for you guys to keep this up. Just…talk to her. And not like Adam Cole, the guy in the Bullet Club. Talk to her like Adam, her friend. Explain yourself to her. I know Bren, man, and she’s hurt and she’s mad. She just wants to know why you can’t be around her anymore. You had a good thing going when Evan was around, and she doesn’t get why you don’t now. I also know if you actually tell her everything, really talk to her, things will get better.”

“Do you think I care anymore? Honestly, it’s whatever at this point,” Adam stated, trying to be as dismissive about the subject as he could be.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Matt declared, his brother nodding in agreement.

The Bucks let the topic drop, instead talking about their matches for the night, and coming up with ideas. Adam was grateful, and tried to be engaged in the conversation. But in the back of his mind, the brothers’ words rested, not allowing him to fully focus elsewhere. This whole thing with Brenna was such a clusterfuck at this point, was it even worth trying to fix? He was doing just fine without her being a regular part of his life. Maybe it was time to…move on. Nick did have a point when he said they had to be around each other consistently, so maybe a truce was in order. But he had already tried to mend fences, and she hadn’t wanted that. So…it was, what it was. Right?

“Brenna,” the quiet voice cut in to your sleeping mind. You shifted on your makeshift bed, having put down a couple sweaters to soften the floor you were laying on, and an airplane pillow under you head.

“Bug, c’mon,” the voice requested again, a hand gently squeezing your arm. “Ya gotta wake up, kid.” You moved again, letting a tired groan escape your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, before letting them crack open, finding Jay Briscoe crouched down in front of you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you mumbled back, curling your body into itself, before stretching out your legs and then arms. You bent yourself as far back as you could, savoring the feeling of your muscles being pulled taught as you woke up. “What time is it?”

“Time for you to get up,” Jay answered, causing your eyes to narrow. “I promise, you’ve got time to get ready. To be the prettiest ring announcer in the whole world.”

“I have a match,” you replied, letting your limbs fall down on to the floor, sprawling yourself on your back.

“…ya don’t,” he responded. Instantly your head whipped over, your eyes meeting his. He looked at you sheepishly. “You’re not well, Bren. It wouldn’t be safe to for you to be in the ring tonight.”

“I’m well,” you argued through gritted teeth.

“OK, but no one believes that so…figured it would just be best to have you hosting tonight than wrestling,” Jay explained.

“And who’s idea was that?”

“…group decision,” he answered, apparently trying to protect himself and whoever else had been involved in the conversation. You glared at him, just knowing he had been the one to get the ball rolling on getting you taken out of your match. “Come on, Bren… You’re not OK. You practically fell over last night, and you’ve been asleep most of today. We just…don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Don’t try to be sweet, I’m mad at you,” you replied, turning over onto your other side, so your back was facing him. You placed your hands under your cheek, pulling your knees towards your chest, sufficiently pouting. You knew in your heart Jay was just being your “big brother”, and trying to look out for you. But you also knew being a woman wrestler in ROH was a tough situation, and any match was a blessing to have. Getting taken out of one was a curse.

“Bren, c’mon,” he pleaded again with you, placing his hand lightly on your shoulder. You wanted to shrug it off, but were too tired to do so. “You’re still out there, still a part of the show. And I know you’d rather be wrestling but…it’s just not gonna be tonight, OK? You’re the fucking best woman on the roster, so you know next match will be yours no question.”

“You suck,” you grumbled, hating the sense he was making, and that you had no counter-argument. And you really hated that you knew this decision had already been finalized without your input.

“Love you too, kid,” Jay responded. “You OK to get up and ready?”

“I’m sick, not dying,” you stated plainly.

“A’ight, just checkin’,” he removed his hand from you. “I’ll see ya in a bit.”

“Yep,” you affirmed, your tone fairly irritated. You listened as Jay got up, and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. You laid there for a few more moments, allowing yourself to come to terms with your adjusted role in the show for the night.

Slowly, you sat yourself up on the floor, feeling lightheaded still. It took some time, but you found yourself standing. You got yourself ready, taking your time to pull on a red-orange dress, that stopped about mid-thigh. It was form-fitting, though over the shoulders was a bunch of material hanging that was almost cape-like. A black belt accentuated your waist, and you slipped your black heels on your feet. You put your hair in a fishtail braid, laying over your shoulder, and completed your look with light makeup. You did your best to hide the bags under your eyes, give yourself some color, and overall make yourself look more alive than dead.

Exiting the locker room, you came upon the buzz of activity that usually happened for an ROH show. People were coming and going constantly, setting up this and that, confirming everyone knew their place, and nothing would happen that would cause problems. You sluggishly made your way through the hallway to the production office, hoping to find out the match line-up for the night and your part in it. You were barely spared a glance as papers were handed to you, and you slipped back out of the office without a second thought.

As you meandered through the hallway, hoping to find a place to sit and read through the papers, you felt your body getting warm, and almost sweaty. Clammy. Another fucking hot flash, really? You had your fair share of them the last few days, usually leading up to you vomiting. The backstage suddenly felt suffocating, overwhelming, and you ducked out the first door you saw that led to the outside.

The cool night air was a welcome feeling to you, as you found yourself in the back parking lot of the arena. You wished you had a coat or sweatshirt so you could sit down without having your dress get dirty. Instead, you settled for leaning back against the door, hoping no one tried to come through it. Closing your eyes, you took in a small breath, attempting to relax your body in to some semblance of steadiness. You felt like shit. You swallowed, trying to keep the nausea at bay. You stood as still as possible in hopes of keeping your stomach contained.

Unfortunately, it seemed to be for naught, as you felt yourself ready to wretch. You scampered to the edge of the building, preferring to be sick out of sight. Your body heaved, in an attempt at expelling your stomach contents, which unfortunately for you was basically nothing. You found yourself just heaving, eventually spitting up a minor amount of stomach fluid and spit, and not much else. You hurt, with tears leaking from your eyes at the actions your body was forcing you to endure. After a handful of lurches, which resulted in nothing but more pain in your abdomen, and messed up make-up, you felt that the sick spell was over. You wished you had tissues to wipe at your eyes and cheeks, and water to rinse out your mouth. And a soft bed to lay down in.

“Brenna?”

Oh...no. No no no. Please. No. Not now. Not now, universe, I can’t. I already feel like shit enough. Don’t add to this.

“Hey, are you…no, you’re not OK, but…”

“I am OK,” you cut off his rambling voice, which was coming from somewhere behind you.

“You’re not,” he argued, his tone stiff. “…do you want me to get Jay?”

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself,” you retorted, refusing to be the damsel in distress he seemingly saw you as, despite the fact that you were leaning against a brick wall, probably looking like a disaster. You stood up straight, reaching up to wipe fingers beneath your eyes, blindly attempting to fix your makeup. You sniffled, and took in a shallow breath.

“Bren…”

“Go away, Adam,” you sighed.

It was a few seconds before you heard him walk away, the door opening and closing after him. At the close, you let yourself sag back against the side of the building. You felt exhausted, unsteady, unwell. You hated being like this, and hated even more that others were seeing you in such a state. But your drive to always be the workhorse and reliable had overridden that, and brought you to the ROH show tonight. You had no one to blame but yourself.

A minute or so later, you heard the door opening again. You tried to make yourself tiny against the wall, hoping whoever it was wouldn’t realize you were standing in the shadows. Your hopes were dashed quickly however as footsteps came closer to you.

“Here.” You would have had a more shocked reaction when you realized Adam was holding out a bottle to you, but you were just too fatigued. It appeared to be a yellow Gatorade, and after a moment of hesitance, you reached out to accept it. He stood to the side of you, a good foot between the both of you.

You cracked open the bottle, taking a swig, which you swished around in your mouth before spitting it out on the ground around the corner. So ladylike. You took another sip after that, gingerly, scared of putting anything in your body at this point.

“Thanks,” you whispered, the ingrained manners in you taking over. You took another small drink from the bottle, before capping it, not wanting to test fate. You lifted your head, finally looking at the man nearby. He was dressed in black dress pants and shoes, a black dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging open over a black t-shirt. His hair was pulled back in his signature messy bun, higher up on his head than low to his neck. He was looking at you, almost sadly, definitely pitifully.

“How rough do I look?” You asked, trying to lighten the situation.

“I’ve seen you worse,” was his answer, his eyes calm as he looked you over. “Why are you here, Bren? You’re sick.”

“I’ve been worse,” you replied, using his words against him. He didn’t seem to react to your answer, continuing to just look at you, assessing you. You hated that you were still leaning against the wall, physically unable to do more. You didn’t want to be weak in front of him, of all people. An involuntary shiver went through your body, the night air now too cold as your hot flash and vomiting episode had passed. You wished you weren’t ill, that you were able to just stride away from him, head held high. Instead, he was seeing you vulnerable, physically downtrodden, and overall pathetic.

“I think you need to get inside,” he stated.

“…I’m good here,” you argued, and even you knew it was a weak response, done just for the sake of disagreeing with him. You expected him to say more, debate you further on the matter. What you didn’t expect was him slipping off his dress shirt, and placing it over your shoulders.

“Put that on at least,” he directed, his tone leaving no room for dispute. You set down the Gatorade bottle less than gracefully, and balanced yourself inches from the wall as you slipped your arms in to the shirt, adjusting the material of your dress within its confines. You secured two of the buttons in the middle section to keep it closed around yourself. Though it was light, it offered some barrier to the night air, and you welcomed the warmth it still contained from his body. Once it was on, you leaned your back against the building wall, facing towards him.

“Brenna, can you even walk right now?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly, trying to sound offended he even second-guessed such a thing. He leveled you with a disbelieving look, and you stared back stonily. “Adam, I’m fine.”

“…stop, Bren…just…stop,” he requested, sounding tired of your assertions and somewhat annoyed. “You’re not, you and I know it. And you should be anywhere but here right now.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, though your voice had lost most of its strength. He stared at you more, and you stared back, trying to suppress another shiver that went through your body. You didn’t want to look as bad as your knew you were. This illness, stomach flu, whatever it was, was wreaking havoc on your body, but he didn’t need to know that. You didn’t want him to know that. You didn’t like him around you at your best, let alone at your worst. Only friends should be allowed in these moments, and he certainly wasn’t one of those.

“C’mere,” he said, shifting his right arm in a beckoning manner towards you. You stared at him blankly, confused and suspicious. “We both know you’re not going to go back inside so everyone can see you like this, and we both know you’re cold…so, come here.” He lifted his arm more, indicating he expected you to move to him.

You slightly appreciated that he said cold, and not weak.

You weren’t entirely sure why you did what he asked of you, but you did. You did know you were worn out, hurting, desperate to not feel so awful anymore. You slid from leaning on the wall, all but stumbling towards him. Once you were close enough, Adam put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. He waited a moment, to make sure you didn’t change your mind, before putting his other arm around you, securing you in his embrace. He held you tight against his body, arms overlapping around your shoulders, his head light against the side of yours. You kept your arms curled in to yourself, between your bodies, as you let your forehead rest against his chest, closing your eyes.

You didn’t know what to make of the situation, and you were somewhat wary of it. Here was this man who had at one point been a genuine friend, who had then become someone you were distrustful and angry towards, but was now someone offering you comfort? None of it made sense. The last you had spoken to Adam, or rather argued with Adam, had resulted in him walking away from you. Again. Why did he want you near now? Why did he care at all about your well-being?

“You shouldn’t be here,” he stated, repeating his earlier thought, his voice quiet near your ear.

“I’ll live,” you replied.

“Will you?” Adam challenged. “You need rest, not to be on this show.”

“Stop trying to tell me what I need,” you demanded. It irked you that he thought he had any idea what was best of you, let alone that he had any say in your current matters. You knew you weren’t well right now, but it wasn’t like you were collapsing at every turn. And maybe he was somewhat right, you shouldn’t be at the show given your illness, but he didn’t have to know that. You were tough, you could make it.

“Listen to me…I get it, OK? I’ve worked sick before too. But there’s a difference between that, and when you aren’t even able to stand. This isn’t you just getting over something, you’re really sick, like right now. And you’re just making yourself worse by being here. Do you want this to be me and pneumonia all over again, but for you?”

“Why do you even care?”

“Why are you letting me hold you?”

“…because you’re surprisingly better than a brick wall,” you retorted.

“Well, gee, thanks,” Adam replied, his tone teasing. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at his response, a little surprised he hadn’t had a more aggravated reaction. Silence fell upon you both after the exchange. He adjusted his arms around you, lowering them so they were wrapped around the middle of your back, creating a more warm cocoon for you to be in.

“Please, be honest with me Bren…do you really think you can make it through the show tonight?”

You wanted to tell him you could, that you were a warrior that wouldn’t let some little stomach bug keep you from doing your job. You wanted to prove him wrong, let him see that you were self-sufficient, and he didn’t need to give a shit about you anymore. You wanted to be done with this entire situation. But you knew it would all be lies, and you were exhausted. And something in his voice, in his actions, tugged at you to be honest with him like he wanted.

“…no.”

“Alright,” he said, accepting your words without hesitation. “Then let’s find a way to get you back to the hotel.”

“Adam…”

“It’s not up for debate, Brenna,” he cut off your feeble objection. “Everyone’s worried about you, and you’re clearly not OK. You need to get out of here, and sleep somewhere that isn’t a locker room.”

Another protest was on the tip of your tongue, but you let it die there. You knew, you just somehow knew, he wasn’t going to let you win this one. And to be honest, part of you didn’t want to. The idea of getting to be out of this dress and heels, in sweatpants and in a warm bed…it sounded really, really good right now.

“Let me take you to Jay, OK?”

“…yea, alright,” you acquiesced. Adam released you from his embrace gently, and you immediately missed the warmth it had been giving you. You stood yourself up, and wobbled slightly in your shoes, having not had your entire weight upright in some time now.

“I got you,” Adam stated, sliding his arm around your waist, keeping you from stumbling again. He pulled you against his side, and your head fell to rest against his shoulder. You felt heavy, like your whole body was being pulled down extra hard by gravity. “We’ll go slow.”

Adam left his arm around you, keeping you on your feet, as the pair of you gradually made your way back in to the building. You could only imagine what people thought when they saw you both going down the hallway. You, wrapped in his dress shirt, tucked in to his side. He, an arm around your waist, holding you firmly. It was no secret among the locker room that you two weren’t on good terms, so the sight was probably confusing, to say the least.

“Yo, Bren, what happened?!” Apparently you weren’t going to have to go the locker room after all. Jay came upon you and Adam in the hallway, having been walking already in the direction towards you both, dressed in his ring gear.

“Same ol’, same ol’,” you answered, giving him a slight smile. “I’m fine, just probably need to go lay down.”

“She needs to be back at the hotel,” Adam countered your words. “She isn’t doing the show tonight.” Jay looked at Adam, his face displaying his confusion as to what you were doing with Adam to begin with, and why he was getting such a say in your business.

“And you decided this?” Jay questioned him, his tone giving away that he wasn’t happy Adam was calling the shots right now. You could feel Adam straighten next to you at the negative reply, as though he took it as some type of challenge.

“We decided this,” you cut in, before the brewing confrontation could really kick off. “I shouldn’t have come here. You were right Jay.” It was a moment later that Jay finally took his angry stare from Adam, and looked at you but with sympathy.

“Yea, I know,” he stated, making you roll your eyes. “Well, c’mon. We’ll get someone to take you back.” He reached out to you, and you untucked yourself from Adam, who loosened his arm to let you go, transferring yourself to Jay’s side. It didn’t go unnoticed by you how Jay pulled you as close as possible once you were within reach, as if shielding you from Adam.

“I got her,” Jay stated, dismissing Adam, who in response held his hands up in an innocent manner in front of himself

“Just helping out,” he explained, before turning his gaze to you. “Get some sleep Brenna.”

“Adam…” You considered him, suddenly at a loss for words. It was just now becoming clear to you how caring he was being towards you, how gentle and concerned his actions had been tonight. In your sick haze you hadn’t realized until now that, despite whatever anger and hate he had towards you, it didn’t matter to him when he saw how unwell you truly were. This was the Adam you had known for years, but had lost in previous months. This was the person you had called friend once upon a time, and not foe has you had recently. This was the Adam you wanted back in your life full-time.

“Rest, Bren,” he repeated, not allowing you time to gather your thoughts enough to say more to him. And with a curt nod towards Jay, he walked off down the hallway.

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I’m going to talk about my heartbreak in as full detail as I can. 

I have been in 3 relationships, they have all come to an end which is never easy. That person becomes a part of your routine and its so sad to think about them not in your life anymore, whether you are breaking up with them or they are breaking up with you. I’ve had those feelings every time I’ve had a relationship come to an end. Although those feelings are very strong I haven’t had my heart broken until this year around mid February. 

My ex boyfriend Alan and I broke up within the first few days of October. He broke up with me, I didn’t take it very hard because I was going to end it anyways but I’m horrible at breaking up with people so I didn’t know when was the right time. Anyways we broke up and I was totally fine. The next day at work my coworker is talking to me about the break up and these two Australian boys come in, one was this tall dark haired boy with the same colouring as me, the other one was a little shorter and not as cute but he had long hair. Me being the way I am I only pay attention to the shorter guy because he has long hair and my eyes completely gravitate towards it (it makes me sooooo weak). I’m just working and walking around the store and long haired guy and I’s eyes are following each other. I have tons of cute guys who come into my work weekly, I don’t know what it was about him but I actually could not stop looking at him. They eventually left, but I was just thinking, damn, I hope he comes in again.

About a week later I match with this guy named Cieren on Tinder who messages me about red bull and how it isn’t good for me. I was giving him a bit of attitude because red bull is my life and he looked cute in some photos, really bad in others. At some point in the conversation I told him I work at a costume store and he told me he was in a week ago and completely recognizes me. I put two and two together and realized that it was the guy I kept staring at, I actually could not believe it. We texted for about a month and then decided to meet up one night when he was done work and I was coming home from a party. We met up around 1:30-2am (lol) and sat at Trinity Bellwoods for a couple hours just talking about everything. The more I looked at him the more I realized how cute he actually is. He has kind of a weird face but I liked it in a way? It just worked. I don’t know. He has light brown hair that goes past the shoulders, green eyes, small nose, small face if I’m being honest, about 6ft tall and pretty lanky. His teeth weren’t perfect and his smile was semi crooked but I kind of liked it. We walked to McDonalds so we can be somewhere inside and this homeless man used his money to buy us coffee and muffins because we “looked like a beautiful young couple”. McDonalds closed so we moved to Tim Hortons across the street and talked until 7am. He was going to Berlin that weekend but he asked if I wanted to hang out when he got back. I was really enjoying my time with him so I said yeah. We cabbed back to our own houses  together and my stop was first. We both got out of the cab and we hugged and said our goodbyes but then I kissed him. And then kissed him again. I literally never kiss a guy first on the first date because it makes me anxious as hell but I don’t know what it was, I went home with the biggest smile on my face. 

The first thing I did when i got home was look him up on Facebook so I can show my friends. I look up his full name, hes the first person who pops up and it says “in a relationship with Issy H”. I was like ...oookaayy....maybe this is old and hasn’t changed it......or hes being really sketchy what the hell is happening... He was off to Berlin anyways so I decided I’d wait until he brought it up, or I would just bring it up in person to him. 

He came back from Berlin and I met up with him around Trinity Bellwoods, he bought me German cigarettes which was very thoughtful of him. First thing I asked him was who he went to Berlin with. He stopped walking and was like “I have to tell you something, I’m in an open relationship. I understand if you don’t want to hang out and I’m really sorry for not telling you earlier but I had such a good time hanging out with you and I didn’t want to ruin it.” I didn’t really know how to react, but I thought, well okay thats fine, we’ll just have a NSA thing going on. We went out for drinks before he had to leave for work, and he told me he wanted to take me out on a date. I was so confused because he just told me he was in a relationship and now he wants to take me on a date? I thought we were just going to go for drinks from here on out and then go back to my place and hook up. I’ve never hung out with a guy in an open relationship so I didn’t really know how to act so I agreed to go on dates with him. One day my work had a Christmas party and he asked me if I would go to his works Christmas party with him, I was so confused (again) because like, why aren’t you bringing your girlfriend Issy? I said no but he asked if he could see me that night so he came over and we just talked and kissed till about 5am. I told him about my darkest shit, things I do not tell strangers, like when I was in a very sexually abusive relationship when I was 14/15. I don’t know why I would tell him that but I felt very comfortable and close with him even though I only knew him for a month. He told me that his girlfriend was very jealous of me hanging out with him as much as I do. I felt really bad but I also really wanted to continue hanging out with him and he wanted to continue hanging out with me, after all he was the one in the relationship and could have took it on himself to stop seeing me. There was one instance where he met me at work and I had to meet up with Summer to go to a show with her, so we walked around the Eaton Centre and he told me he lied to Issy and said he was at work instead of hanging out with me. Thats when I started to feel really weird about the situation I was in, because I liked this guy but he has a girlfriend and I was kept a secret. I don’t know it was weird. 

We went to my friend Trevor’s birthday drag show two days before Christmas with my friends Connor and Alex. They really liked him and I was so happy but also so conflicted because of the situation with the girlfriend. I was house sitting my friend Jens apartment, so him and I went back there and we talked all night. He told me hes never felt so connected with someone this strongly in his entire life and I felt the same way even though it was such a short period of time knowing him. I felt so guilty and sick because hes telling me this while his girlfriend is only a couple km away. We cuddled on the couch and made out but he was too anxious to have sex which was totally okay and understandable. We stayed up until 8am and I walked to work. I was completely drained from lack of sleep and the intensity of the conversation. I thought about it all day, so later that day I texted him and told him I will continue hanging out with him but I can’t go any further but friends with him until he figures out his situation with Issy. He told me he understood and he apologized. I hung out with him 2 days later.

Issy started to get jealous to the point where she would attack me. Looking back, I don’t even know why he would tell me any of this because it would obviously just make me uncomfortable and hurt my feelings. She would say things like, “Why do you hang out with her? She looks so fake like she wears all this makeup and wears fake nails” etc. It hurt because I don’t see a problem with the way I look and I never attacked this girls looks to Cieren. I would consider myself a genuinely kind person and for this girl to attack me really bothered me. I met Cieren’s friend Dermott and that did not help the case because apparently when he saw Issy he was talking to her about how good looking and nice I am. Looking back at it I understand why she hated me; I was spending time with her boyfriend. At the same time though, they are in an open relationship. It should not matter. It got to the point where she would read our text conversations, creep me on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, etc. It was a lot for me to handle and I didn’t ask to be put in this messy situation. I should have gotten out of it sooner than later but I really liked him. I started to hate her and would want to hang out with him more out of spite which is pretty evil of me looking back. I liked him so much and I didn’t want to not see him. One night we were at Panamar and he told me he has a really big crush on me. Honestly everything felt perfect with him but in reality nothing was perfect. He told me Issy and him weren’t together anymore and they were breaking up for good once they were back in Australia. He said they weren’t together but he kept switching answers and she would post photos of him/them hanging out still. It was all super confusing to me because i never got a straight answer from him. 

One day we went out for dinner and drinks, I ended up back at his place because Issy was in NYC for a couple days. He gave me head in the bed they sleep in together every night and I didn’t even do anything to him. I felt super uncomfortable to be in his house because he lived with quite a lot of roommates and they obviously know I am the -other- girl. We went out for brunch the next day and Issy called him, told him she knew what happened. He felt so sick he couldn’t even eat. I felt really guilty but at the same time, he told me they weren’t together anymore and even if they were, they are in an open relationship. We hung out all day and he asked me if I was seeing anyone else other than him, and I was. I was also casually seeing a boy named Colt and Cieren got so upset and jealous. I told him I liked him more than Colt, which was true. I shouldn’t have told him that though because he didn’t even deserve to be hearing that. I wish I liked Colt more than I liked Cieren because he probably wouldn’t have put me through all this emotional labour to hang out with him. 

One night Cieren and I went out for dinner and he asked me what would happen with us if he came back to Toronto. Because he had a crush on me, I was comfortable to tell him that I would date him. He didn’t really say anything back so I went to the washroom and had a giant anxiety attack because I didn’t really know what else to do... Like why would you ask me that? He knew the answer he just wanted me to say it out loud. I couldn’t really talk afterwards, it wasn’t even because I was mad at him or trying to give him the silent treatment, I just really didn’t know what to say. I smoked like 3 cigarettes because I was so overwhelmed by my own feelings. We took the streetcar back to the west end and he started crying when we got off. I walked up to college and we sat in an A&W and kind of just broke down. He was crying saying he likes me so much and doesn’t know what to do because hes going back to Australia in less than a month. I didn’t really know what to say and thats when it kind of clicked in with me that he was leaving. We talked it out and we both agreed we have really strong feelings for each other and I went home. He came to my work on my break the next day to buy me a coffee and apologize to me about last night. We just continued on. 

The week he was leaving I drew him this beautiful card and wrote the most heartfelt shit. The last guy I made art for was Alan back around Christmas time last year. I saw him the night before he left, he met me at work and we went to Java House and got really drunk on cheap beer. We made out in the bathroom downstairs and were super PDA in the booth we were sitting at. We Ubered back to mine and he just sat on my couch and started bawling. I brought him into my room and I gave him the card. He read it and just hugged me and went on top of me completely sobbing. We just cried and told each other how much we like each other. Its like a break up that we didn’t want to happen but it was pretty much forced. We took pictures together and we were all red in the face from sobbing, he needed to go because his roommates were having a goodbye drink night for them so I walked him to the lobby and we just bawled and held each other. We kissed like 20 times and then he left. I bawled my eyes out for the next half hour, he texted me saying “I have so much love for you”. The next morning he texted me before he left, saying they drove past my apartment building when they were in the taxi and he was so upset. He messaged me at the airport and in between flights every chance he got. Him and Issy were at the airport together but apparently they barely talked. 

When he got back to Australia, we would call each other for 3 and a half hours just talking about anything and catching up. He’d tell me he misses me and has even stronger feelings now that he has left and was planning on coming back so we could see each other again. Because he was gone, I was back on Tinder. You obviously get some pretty bad messages from men on that site, there was a couple times that I’d tweet that men are shitty. Cieren took it so personally and told me that women can be even shittier, defending men and doing that annoying “not all men” shit. He all of a sudden verbally attacked me and called me ignorant, immature, rude, told me my opinions are stupid, etc. Even though he was being so hurtful to me I still wanted to talk it out with him because I liked him so much. He stopped messaging me, completely ignoring all of my messages. I was so hurt. I check Instagram and he is fully hanging out with Issy, even though he told me they weren’t together and were for sure ending things when they went back to Australia. Directed at him this time, I tweeted that men suck and my friend alex replied “-australian accent- not ALL men-” and I laughed because Cieren and I weren’t talking anymore and he kind of screwed me over. Cieren messaged me all of a sudden freaking out at me telling me i’m cyberbullying (lol) him. Sure I may have not laughed at what Alex said, but at the time it was completely justifiable. After all, he stopped talking to me and said really rude things to me questioning my intelligence. For some FUCKED up reason I sent him a huge apology even though I really shouldn’t have. He didn’t even respond to it. 

I was so fucked up over him for months. I would cry and question what I did wrong, but I realize now I really couldn’t have done anything. I should have just ended it when he told me he was in an open relationship. Instead, I went through the most emotionally draining experience of my life all for a guy who was rude to me and could never take accountability for his actions. He messaged me recently telling me that he hopes I’m doing well, he still thinks about me every day and he misses our time together. Then he continues to tell me that I am insane. He is insanely passive aggressive and doesn’t even realize it. He never apologizes for anything, even after everything he put me through those couple months he lived in Toronto. I got absolutely no apology about anything because he doesn’t even realize how much he broke my heart. This was the first time I’ve been so crazy about someone and it ended so horribly. He turned out to be a completely different person than I thought he was. I’m sure he is still with Issy, I used to hate her but I just feel bad for her at this point. She obviously really loves this guy and hes messaging this girl from Toronto telling her he thinks about me every day. He treated me so unfairly and so horribly and I don’t think I can ever forgive him. He completely ruined my trust, I used to have no problems with it but I have insanely strong trust issues now. It really sucks and he really hurt me but this situation has helped me grow into being a stronger person and to not settle. I deserve the world and he did not deserve someone like me. I’m doing better than I was a couple months ago, I have deleted him off of social media so this chapter of my life has officially closed, which is why I’m writing this. 

Goodbye heartbreak, goodbye manipulative men, goodbye gaslighting men. 

[flowerpowell]

The Boy Next Door (Colt x MC/ Logan x MC)

PART SEVEN

A/N: You voted now so... Hey yall! I came back from my mini break from Tumblr with a new chapter of this series (I hope you still like it cause I have like 4 more chapters written already and so I’ll be updating the series very often). This part is mostly a filler but I needed this to happen before we move to other things. I hope you’ll like it and if you do, dont forget to leave some feedback cause it always makes my day to read your thoughts! Characters belong to Pixelberry!

Rating: PG-16 (??)

Word count: 1414

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“I’m moving in here with you all!”

Colt spit out his coffee and Ellie stared at Logan with her eyes wide opened.

“You... what?”

“Moving in...here... with you?” Logan repeated hesitantly. “Unless... you don’t want me to? Is something wrong, Ellie?”

Living with my boyfriend under one roof with the guy I slept with. Nope. Totally cool.

“No! I’m just surprised, that’s all,” she lied and faked a smile. Colt was still coughing and Ellie hit him hard on the back. Maybe a little too hard.

“I promised I’d never leave you so I found a job here. I meant what I said last, Ellie. I love you and I don’t want to live without you.”

“Logan, I...” Ellie started but Colt stood up suddenly, interrupting her.

“Great, now that we established how much you love each other, can you two get a room so I can drink my coffee in peace?”

“So... it’s cool that I’m moving in? I’ll be sleeping in Ellie’s bedroom but I promise we’ll be quiet!” Logan asked, smiling at Ellie which made her even more sick. Oh boy.

“Not sure if Ellie can be,” Colt murmured but luckily, Logan didn’t seem to have heard it. “It’s cool. You can take whichever bedroom you want cause I’ll be moving out. Now excuse me,” he took his mug and started heading out, “I really want to enjoy my last cup of coffee in this house. Alone.”

“Cool! I’ll start unpacking. Ellie will you help me?” Logan looked at her expectantly. Her eyes shifted from Colt to Logan, both walking in two different directions and she wasn’t sure who to follow. She did need to talk to Colt but she was still Logan’s girlfriend.

Girlfriend duties that is.

“I’m coming,” she took Logan’s hand and tried to ignore Colt’s disappointed look.

~~~~

As soon as Logan’s stuff was all unpacked and he went to check out his new workplace, Ellie found Colt.

“What the heck was that supposed to mean?”

“What now?” Colt rolled his eyes turning to Ellie.

“‘Not sure if Ellie can be.’ You thought I didn’t hear?”

“What? It’s true! You can be loud sometimes...” Colt smirked and she wanted to kill him that very second.

“Colt!!! Stop it!” She bit her lip nervously before speaking again. “Actually, this is what I wanted to talk to you about. That night. Logan’s here and I--”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell him anything.”

Ellie let out a relieved sigh. She wanted to tell Logan at some point just... not now.

“Thank you. It means a lot.”

“No problem.”

“Actually... can we talk about that night now?”

“What do you want to know? You don’t remember it, do you?” She shook her head sligtly and he smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You were really good as for a first-timer. I think you enjoyed it,” he shrugghed. “Is that all?”

“No-- I-- This is not-- Was I really? No, it doesn’t matter. What I meant was--”

“I know. It was a mistake. You regret it. You wish it never happened. Am I right?” Colt looked her right in the eyes and she felt taken aback by the intensity of his gaze.

“Yes... Kind of... It’s just, I wanted to--”

“I get it. Don’t worry. It was a mistake. Let’s forget it.”

Ellie swallowed hard, not sure if it was what she really wanted. But before she could talk to Colt some more, he already left. She had already figured it out, leaving or rather running away was Colt’s coping mechanism.

But what he was running away from?

Ellie. Get a grip, girl. You’re dating Logan. A guy who quit his job to be here with you. A guy who only kept his job and worked overtime just to make you happy and take you to Paris.

So why did her heart feel so broken?

~~~~

Two days later, Ellie knew what she needed to do. After she kissed Logan goodbye (his first day at work) she made coffee and hid behind the door again, waiting for Colt to come. She knew he loved coffee too much to pass. And even though she had to skip her first class, she needed to interrogate Colt.

Colt walked in, completely unaware she was there too. When he was grabbing a coffee pot, Ellie quickly closed and locked the door.

“Geez, Ellie, again?!” He put down his coffee calmly but his eyes widened at what Ellie was holding in her hand.

“Yes, Colt. Again. We need to talk.” Ellie raised Colt’s favorite leather jacket. “I dipped this in gasoline so it burns quicker. And look! I brought fire,” she smiled and showed him a big lighter. “So you better talk.”

“Just... don’t burn it,” Colt sat down on a chair, terrified.

“I won’t... if you tell me the truth. Why do you want to move out?”

“I got a job and it’s far from here,” he shrugged. Ellie brought the lighter closer to his jacket.

“Okay, okay! I’m visiting someone!”

Ellie raised her eyebrow and started playing with the lighter, “You sure?”  

“Put it down!” He yelled at her and stood, trying to snatch the jacket away.

“Then tell me the truth! What are you running away from?!”

“Why do you care so much?!”

Actually yeah, why do I care so much?

“I don’t know, why are you leaving?”

“It’s not you business,” he tried again, but she ran to the other side of the kitchen.

“It is! You’re running away and I need to know from who!”

“From you! Is that what you wanted to hear?!”

There it is.

“But... why?” she asked confused.

“Because I get it! It was a mistake, you regret it, you hated it, you wanted to forget it. And I’m trying to forget it, too, you know? But it’s hard since I wasn’t drunk as fuck like you.”

“Colt...” she started but he didn’t let her finish. He was angry.

“Trust me, if I could turn back time, I wouldn’t have even touched you. I wouldn’t have even lifted a finger. I wouldn’t--” She cut him off with a kiss. A short but a deep kiss. When they parted, both of them were equally confused.

“Why... Why did you do that?”

Why did I do that??????

“I... don’t know.” She swallowed hard. She really didn’t know why. She did it without thinking. What the heck.

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Instead he was just studying her face as she took a few deep breaths before speaking again.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t go. If it’s a problem Logan and I can move out. But I’d really miss you.”

“You would?” he asked surprised.

I would???

“Yeah... You can be a pain in the ass but oddly enough I kinda like you.”

“And you decided to kiss me so I won’t leave? Geez, you’re with Logan, Ellie. You can’t just kiss people to change their minds!”

“I’m sorry! I panicked!” she mumbled, her cheeks red from embarrassment.

Colt ran his hand through his hair and thought for a moment.

“Okay. If you care so much about it, God knows why, I’ll stay. But gimme my jacket back.”

Ellie quickly handed him the jacket. He raised an eyebrow when the gasoline was dripping from it but she only shrugged. Before Colt could make his way towards the door, Ellie wrapped her arms around his waist. Colt froze at first, but started patting Ellie’s shoulder awkwardly. When she pulled away he was already looking at her.

She knew that look. He gave her the same look that night. She swallowed hard knowing she needed to stop... whatever it was.

“Friends?” She extended her hand for a handshake earning a confused look from Colt. He eyed her up and stepped back as if not sure if she was being serious. A hollow laugh filled the room when he shook his head and unlocked the door.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, Ellie.” He shot her one last annoyed look before closing the door after him.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Dead Man’s Blood- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,099

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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“Dean, what if this doesn’t work?” You bit your lip in worry.

“It will, just be confident.” Dean got out of the car after pulling to the side of the road and opened his trunk. He groaned, playing his character.

“I told you to stop when I heard that noise. But you didn’t listen to me and now we’re stranded.” You said your line, getting out as well.

“Car trouble?” You spun around and looked at a woman who smirked slightly. This was a vampire and you learned her name was Kate. You were hoping it would be her that helped.

“Yeah.” You replied. All you needed to do was stall her.

“Let me give you a lift. I'll take you back to my place.” Her smirk got wider.

“Nah I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia.” Dean said, looking at her.

“Ooo, good one.” She then backhanded Dean, grabbing his jaw forcefully, making him look at her. You were about to rush to him but another vampire came out and held you back.

“I don't usually get this friendly until the second date.” Dean said, his face squished by the woman’s hand.

“You know, we could have some fun. I always like to make new friends.” She grinned, pulling Dean closer to her.

“Leave him alone, you bitch.” You growled out. That wasn’t part of the “script” but you didn’t care.

“Is this your girlfriend? Watch and learn, sweetheart. I’ll show him how a real woman does it.” She pressed her lips to his and you grunted out in displeasure and looked away from them. You knew she was just doing that to patronize you but you hated seeing it.

“Oh, sorry. I don't usually stay with a chick that long. Definitely not eternity.” Dean said as Kate pulled away. Suddenly, an arrow pierced the vampire holding you and you were thankful it didn’t pierce you. You got out of his grasp and watched an arrow go straight through the woman’s chest. She huffed as she let go of Dean, turning to see Sam and John coming out of the woods with crossbows.

“It barely even stings.” She snarled.

“Give it time sweetheart. That arrow's soaked in dead man's blood. It's like poison to you, isn't it?” Her face fell at the mention of the red liquid and soon, she was passed out in Dean’s arms. Dean didn’t need to be told twice about where to put her. John turned to the other vampire and smirked as he brought his machete down and cut his head clean off. Now you only had to deal with one vampire.

John wanted you and the brothers to take Kate to a clearing in the woods with a fire going. You didn’t know why he wanted that but you weren’t going to question it. John and Dean were by the Impala, doing whatever they were doing and you and Sam were by the fire, guarding the area while Kate was strung to the trunk of a nearby tree.

“This seems a bit excessive. Your dad has a weird way of doing things.” You said to Sam.

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Toss this on the fire. Saffron, skunk's cabbage and trillium. It'll block our scent and hers, until we're ready.” John instructed Dean, walking to the fire. Dean shrugged and took a whiff of the thing but reared back in disgust.

“Stuff stinks!”

“Duh, Dean. He just said skunk’s cabbage and I don’t think that is a good thing.” You watched him.

“Dust your clothes with the ashes, and you stand a chance of not being detected.” John instructed.

“You sure they'll come after her?” Sam asked, doing what he was told.

“Yeah, vampires mate for life and she means more to the leader than the gun. But the blood sickness is going to wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time. But after this, I want you out of the area as fast as you can.”

“John, you can’t possible think you’ll take out all of them by yourself. That’s suicide.” You said.

“I'll have her and the Colt.” John said like it made up for the fact there will be a lot of vampires involved.

“Okay, but what about after? We're going to meet up, right? Use the gun together. Right?” Sam asked his father. John refused to answer and refused to look at his children.

“You’re going to leave. You want to go after this demon by yourself.” You scoffed.

“I don't get you. You can't treat us like this.” Sam said, getting angry again.

“Like what?”

“Like children.”

“You are my children. I am trying to keep you safe.” John said like it was the only reason he was keeping you out of this fight.

“Dad, all due respect but, uh, that's a bunch of crap.” Dean said, standing up to his father. You and the other men looked at Dean in shock.

“Excuse me?” John said, looking at Dean.

“You know what, Sammy, Y/N, and I have been hunting. Hell, you sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. You can't be that worried about keeping us safe.”

“It’s not the same thing, Dean.”

“Then what is it? Why do you want us out of the big fight?”

“John, we are trying to understand you. You can’t keep things from us and not expect us to get angry.” You said, your words meaning a few things.

“This demon? It's a bad son of a bitch. I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you alive.”

“You mean reckless.” Dean corrected John.

“Look... I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece. Your mother's death... it almost killed me. I can't watch my children die too. I won't.”

“What happens if you die? Dad, what happens if you die, and we could have done something about it? You know I been thinking. I think maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together.” Dean said, taking a side.

“We’re stronger as a family, John and you know it.” You said.

“We're running out of time. You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order.” John said with a hard voice.

“Fuck you.” You growled out and stomped away from him. You hated that he was acting like this. You felt a presence behind you and turned, seeing both young Winchesters there.

“Y/N, you know how he can get.” Sam said softly. He and Dean were hurt but they expected this from John.

“No, you know that’s he’s been hiding my dad from me? My dad is Bobby fucking Singer. MY dad has been right under my nose the entire fucking time and I’m just now finding this out? How dare he keep this man from my life? No, John is an asshole and he treats us like we can’t handle anything.” You got tears fast.

“Bobby is your father?” Sam asked.

“Yeah he is and I never got to know him as much as I would like to have. It’s all John’s fault.” You started crying and Dean pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back soothingly.

“We’ll figure this out, okay sweetheart? We will but we have a case to do and people to save.” Dean kissed your head. He was right. You nodded and pulled away from him, wiping your eyes. You had a case to solve and vampire to kill.

“Then what are we waiting for?” You looked at the brothers before walking off to the car.

It was John’s brilliant idea to do this alone while you, Sam, and Dean go to the nest to play the hero card. Getting into the place was easy. You just hoped that most of the vampires were gone.  John stole the leader’s mate. They have got to be pretty pissed about it.

You didn’t go through the front door because one, that would be stupid and two, there was a vampire on post there. Dean decided to handle this one. The vampire was drinking and he must have been so hammered because he never heard Dean coming. He was dead within the next 5 minutes.

You and Sam quickly made your way to the back where the cage of innocent people were. Dean and Sam got the lock opened in record time, freeing the people. But there were still other vampires and when that cage opened, they pounced.

You and Dean held them off, fighting until your limbs were sore. Sam, on the other hand, guided the people to safety. Because most of the vampires were in search for Kate, you killed the rest within the hour. Now it was time to go save John.

When you got to him, you didn’t expect him to lose control of the situation. A couple of vampires lingered around Kate who was looking much better and the leader, who was named Luther, backhanded John. John may be a pain in the ass but he was family and you always stuck around for family.

Sam and Dean got their arrows ready and you decided to help John. You didn’t think they saw him but you did. Sam and Dean started shooting vampires in the chest and you crept behind the leader, ready to attack.

Apparently, he was more alert than the others because before you knew it, you were spun around with a hand on your throat. Your back was to the vampire’s front and he held you tightly. Sam and Dean were now trying to fight but when Dean made eye contact with you, he stopped mid-air, trying to slice a vampire’s head off. They actually got a few dead.

“Don't! I'll break her neck. Put the blade down.” The vampire sneered.

“Dean, don’t do it.” Dean needed to kill the vampires but you were his girlfriend and he didn’t want you dead. Dean took too long deciding and Luther tightened his grip on your throat, cutting your air supply off. You tried to gasp for air and claw at Luther’s hands but nothing seemed to be working. Dean immediately dropped the machete down when he saw you struggle.

“You people. Why can't you leave us alone? We have as much right to live as you do.” Luther growled. You were getting weaker and weaker but you wouldn’t stop fighting.

“I don’t think so.” You couldn’t see what was happening but soon, air was able to enter into your lungs. You fell to the ground, gasping and coughing. When you looked up, John was behind Luther with the Colt in hand. Luther had a bullet sized hole in between his eyes and you knew he was dead. You were just glad that the bullet didn’t hit you.

Dean rushed to you and pulled you behind him and Sam. You breathed deeply, your lungs burning a bit. A sigil appeared where the bullet hit Luther and he wobbled slightly before falling to his knees.

“Luther!!” Kate cried out in horror. A brief flash of light reflected his skeleton before he fell to the ground, dead. Kate wanted to be there for Luther but another vampire pulled her away and to the car they used. Now that their leader was dead, they didn’t know what to do. So, they ran and got the hell out of there.

Damn, you hated vampires.

The case was over and so you were packing. Well, Dean and Sam were packing. You were sitting on the bed, thinking about how messed up your life was. You remembered picking Sam up from college like it was yesterday and not almost a year ago. Damn, time passes by fast.

John entered the motel room and you stood up. You and his kids were ready for what he was about to say.

“You ignored a direct order back there.” John said but he didn’t seem upset.

“Yeah but we saved your ass.” Dean said. Dean visibly swallowed because he wasn’t used to talking to his father like this.

“You’re right.” John agreed.

“I am?”

“He is?” You and Sam said together.

“It scares the hell out of me. You three are all I've got. But I guess we are stronger as a family. So... we go after this damn thing. Together.” John looked at you in the eyes and you could see the sincerity behind them. You wanted things between you and him to be good but you were hurt. You were wounded but time heals all wounds.

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