#and ofc i knew what viagra was

[anonymoussong]

The funniest thing about the House Renaissance, for me personally, is that it reminds me of watching House as a young pre-teen/early teenager when it was originally airing and being very confused about the meds he was taking because, at the time, I thought vicodin and viagra were the same thing

[gor3-hound]

don't hold your breath(nobody's home)

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, dead dove, uncle-niece incest, non-con, loss of virginity, very minor blood description, forced alcohol consumption, alcoholism from leon ofc, reader gets slapped, age gap, guilt, one threat, fingering, p in v, non-consensual creampie, crying, idk leon feels entitled cause his brother sucks, reader hinted at having nice tits idk

a/n: sorry if this sucks ass... my motivation for writing has been non-existent w real life stuff n all the drama so... i feel like this is awful but here we are. title from razzmatazz by idkhbtfm... not proofread i'm sorry </3

word count: 1.9k words

Leon knew he had a drinking problem. He just hadn't realised it had gotten this bad. He couldn't even get his dick up with viagra anymore. He frowns as he looks down at the brunette he was planning to fuck, tempted to try and just push it in soft.

He ends up just kicking her out to drown his sorrows. He wasn't dealing with this shit tonight, not when he was seeing his asshole brother tomorrow. Pretty wife, perfect kids. His job pays better than Leon's ever will, and he didn't need to undergo years of trauma. Lucky bastard.

Leon does what he does best that night and drinks enough whiskey so he can pass out without worrying about the nightmares coming to ruin his night. 

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He hasn't seen you in a good six years. You were still playing with dolls and shit when he last visited. Makes him feel stupid when he brings you a plushie as a gift. Clearly he forgot how time worked, cause he still expected you to be thirteen. You still hug him and say thank you, sweet as ever. When his brother said he'd be watching the house and looking after you, he didn't expect to see you so... grown. Too old to need a babysitter, really. Even if your parents are gonna be gone for a week.

He gulps as his hands settle on your hips, trying to prevent you from pressing against his hardening cock. Down boy. At least his dick still works. It just took his college-aged niece to get it up. Doesn't help that you've got your tits smooshed against his chest.

Therapy was gonna be a doozy this week.

He could only pray that this doesn't turn into anything. The last thing he needed was his dick being the thing that got him thrown into prison for doing something stupid to you, no matter how cute that body of yours is. That's a new one, he thinks, mentally slapping himself for even thinking about touching you like that. He'd never do it, of course. That's sick, and he knows it. He's just so frustrated. And you're hot. A total babe. Somehow, you managed to get a better rack than your mom. Must be the Kennedy genes coming in. Leon's got tits for days.

He knew he had a drinking problem, but he never thought he'd lose himself this much. He never thought about hurting anyone. He's not a bad guy. It's just that every time he tried to be with someone, he just couldn't get his body to react the way he wanted. That's what the oxytocin was for, he thought, already thinking about taking a swig of whiskey from the flask in his pocket. If only that fucking stuff worked on him. The part of his brain that controlled his cock seemed to be permanently on vacation, and his wires clearly got crossed somewhere if he wants to fuck his own blood.

Whatever. He could get through a week alone with his niece without any trouble. He's faced worse monsters than the ones making themselves present in his mind right now. He'd keep his distance, and all would be okay.

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That didn't work. Of course it didn't. You were just as clingy with him as you were when you were a kid, following him around like a lost puppy. He's convinced he's clutching the glass of whiskey in his hand hard enough to shatter it as you curl up against his side. His cock is throbbing, and he seriously hopes you don't notice how the fabric of his jeans is getting a little strained.

You really need to stop with those tits. He's gonna lose it if they brush his arm one more time. He's not sure what it is about you, particularly, that has him acting like a teenage virgin again, but his self-control is wavering by the second. He hasn't paid a single second of attention to the movie he was meant to be watching to keep his mind off of you.

Fuck this.

He takes a swig of whiskey that drains half the liquid in his cup in one gulp. Liquid courage and all that. Maybe he'd drunk a little too much while he was here, ‘cause his brain clearly isn't working right. Not when he's pinning you to the couch, kissing your neck despite your protests.

“Leon… Leon, what're you doing?” You force out, small hands pressing at his chest as if you'd be able to knock him off. Cute. He'd fought creatures six times your size. You didn't stand a chance. 

He starts undressing you, and you start writhing and crying, hitting his chest with clenched fists. He swallows the lump that builds in his throat, wiping the tears that fall down your cheeks.

“Shh… it's okay, I'm… I'm gonna take care ‘f you.” He murmurs, his voice slightly slurred from how much he'd drunk. You cry even harder when he presses a finger into you, making the guilt rise up faster in him. That's not fair. He's being nice. God didn't bless him with much, but at least he gave him a fat cock. You should feel lucky he's prepping you. Not making him feel bad.

“Hey.” He warns, shoving another finger in just to shut you up. You finch when he scissors you open. Poor thing. “That's enough. One more complaint for you, and I'll just force myself in.”

Shit. Now he really does feel like a monster. He's not drunk enough to handle the pure terror on your face at his words. He fumbles on the coffee table with his free hand as he lazily pumps into you with the other. Glass? No. Bottle.

Maybe you need some, too. Get you nice and pliant so you'll take his dick without bitching. Not a bad idea. He twists the cap off with his teeth, gulping some of the liquid down himself. He takes another mouthful before leaning down to kiss you, spitting the liquid into the back of your throat. He keeps your mouth on yours even as you try to jerk away, making sure you swallow it.

You really are adorable as you start coughing and spluttering. Such a sweet thing, you probably hadn't even drunk before. He lifts the bottle to your mouth, pouring some more into your mouth before setting it down, covering your mouth. “Swallow.”

He starts thumbing at your clit as he fingers you, relishing in the ways your whimpers turn into soft moans, your hips bucking against his hand. He manages to coax an orgasm out of you with a few more touches, a big smile spreading across his face.

“There we go, sweetie. See, that wasn't so bad, was it?” He coos, unbuttoning his jeans. The sound of the zipper has your eyes widening in horror, and he tuts softly. “What're you giving me that look for? It's your turn to take care of me now.”

There goes the begging and pleading again. It has his brows pinching together as a frown tugs at his lips. You really are his brother's kid. So goddamn ungrateful. He just took care of you, and now you just want him to… what? Fist his dick in the guest room?

He smacks you so hard your head snaps to the side, your breaths coming out in short gasps. You look better like that, tears stinging your eyes but your body completely limp. He can see the fight draining out of your eyes.

“I was gonna be nice.” He mumbles, brows furrowing as he lines his tip up with your entrance, forcing himself inside in one thrust. He groans loudly, shuddering as your tight heat envelops him. His eyes look down, locked onto your cunt as he fucks into you with long strokes. He freezes when he notices blood. He's not sure if he's happy or disgusted that he's your first. No wonder you put up such a fight.

You keep weakly begging him to stop, but your pussy is gushing all over him. It's not his fault he can't stop – you're giving him the hottest look he's ever seen, and your puffy cunt is so fucking greedy for his cock, sucking him back in everytime he starts to pull out.

“S-sorry… I'm so sorry…” He grunts, picking up the pace of his thrusts, groaning at the sound of your punched out moans as he drives into you with as much force as he can muster. You almost sound like you're enjoying it, but you're still fucking crying and he can't take it. His heart hurts.

“Baby, please…” He whispers, squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn't have to see the betrayal on your face. His arms tremble as he holds himself up, sloppily fucking into you. “I'm sorry… just stop cryin’, please…”

Every time his hips smack the fat of your ass, you're moaning out a ‘please’. With his eyes shut, he can pretend you're begging for more. That you like this. That is, until you start saying ‘stop’. He winces, but the movement of his hips doesn't falter.

“Fuck, baby… please stop begging.” He pleads, throwing his head back as his tip kisses your cervix. He whimpers as it makes you tighten around him, angling his thrusts to hit that spot each time he fully sheaths himself inside of you.

“I-I can't stop…you feel so… fuck. So fucking good. M'so close.” He groans. He can't even find the strength to pull out anymore. He buries himself balls deep in your cunt, grinding himself into your tight heat.

“L-Leon… please.” You say weakly, chest heaving with heavy breaths as panic sets in, your hands pushing at his chest. “Y-you gotta pull out, you can't… you can't.”

“What?” He breathes out, cracking his eyes open to look at you again. He looks genuinely confused. Why would he ever pull out when you felt so good? He can't bring himself to. “Baby, no. I'm cumming inside of you. Can't pull out now.”

That seems to bring your fight back. You start struggling under him again, punching him with all your strength. Luckily, that's not a lot. Especially when you're sluggish from your first time drinking and getting fucked. It's Leon's lucky day.

“Shit, baby. Don't look at me like that.” Or do. He's gonna cum if you keep staring up at him with that wide-eyed expression. “No need to be so scared, princess. I just… shit. Can't help myself.”

Doesn't take longer than a minute after that for him to finish. He buries his face in your neck, whining as he cums. His cock kicks inside of you, the warmth of his release filling every inch of you. You start sobbing all over again, slumping weakly against the couch.

He lies on top of you, his weight pressing you down into the couch. He pets your hair like you're a doll, his fingers carding through your hair.

“I'm sorry, baby. Forgive me. I'll be so good. Do whatever you want. Didn't mean it.” He murmurs, kissing your cheek over and over as if he's trying to get you to relax. He keeps it up until you fall asleep, wrapping you up in his arms.

When you wake up in the morning, you're fully dressed in your bed. You almost think it's a dream until you feel the dull throbbing between your legs.

[chappellrroan]

so yesterday we were saying nice things about summer

and i asked her if she was crying, she asked me 'what do you think' and i said 'i think youre giving the niagra falls competition' ofc i was right

so she was saying something to me today and i knew her ploy and told her 'im not gonna give the niagra competition okay. also i wanna stop saying niagra it sounds like viagra'

le voila *bows* im innocent

as someone who watched anime herself, you know the ads maate

lmao fair enough 💀 i am on your side for this one these kiddos are either too rich (ykwim) or too innocent 😭

[keanureevesisbae]

Caught in a Blizzard - Part 3

Summary: Luna and Chris can finally fly back to the States, only to discover that the world gotten to know of their little adventures. 

Pairing: Chris Evans x Luna Hwang (Asian OFC)

Warnings: Mentions of sex, nothing serious. 

Wordcount: 4.2k

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Masterlist // Part 2 // 

After having tons of sex with Chris Evans on the first day of being stuck in a hotel room, I have come to the conclusion that he is a beast in bed, but an absolute sweetheart in aftercare. We still can’t leave our hotel room (his hotel room, excuse me), but we have plenty of stuff to do around here. After the long shower we took and indeed had sex again, he had room service bring up some fresh pairs of underwear for me to wear.

As a joke I said that we could walk around naked instead, not bother wearing clothes, but I didn’t realize that he would take that seriously. The only time he forces me to wear a shirt, is when we’re cooking, because he doesn’t want me to get hurt.

We’re in bed together, my sweaty naked body pressed against his, my center still throbbing in slight pain. The way this man uses me, is something no one has ever done before. I can’t help but think back about how he bend me over the bar, pushed me against the wall. But after that, he completely changes.

He presses soft kisses on my skin, massages my shoulders and whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I think I will dream about this for years and no man can ever do these things to me that Chris did. Poor guy who is going to have sex with me after Chris Evans, because this man raised the bar.

‘You are so beautiful,’ Chris whispers and I can hear the smile on his face. ‘Has anyone ever told you that?’

‘They did,’ I admit, ‘but no one seemed to mean it like you do.’

‘That’s what I thought, sweetheart,’ he chuckles.

I place my hand on his chest, as I turn on my stomach. I look at his beautiful face. Of course I’m thinking about our eventual next steps. What will happen once we get out of this hotel room? What will happen when we are back in the States? Will he want to continue this? Because I know I want to, but I get that he doesn’t want to continue this. I mean, he is almost forty, I’m just a young woman, who will turn twenty four soon. Maybe it shouldn’t become more, but should it stay like this. Just some lovely sexual encounters when we had nowhere to go.

‘You are so handsome, Chris,’ I whisper. ‘And so kind.’ I want to place my leg over his, but I softly wince.

‘You okay?’ he asks and he looks so genuinely worried, something that makes my heart swell.

‘I’m just sore,’ I chuckle.

‘I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to mean to hurt you.’

‘You didn’t hurt me, Chris.’ I chuckle and give him a kiss on his bearded cheek. ‘I’m just impressed that you can keep up.’

‘Just because I’m going to be forty soon, doesn’t mean I’m dead or in desperate use of viagra, Luna.’

I can’t help but laugh. ‘I didn’t mean it like that,’ I whisper. ‘I’m going to take a bath.’

‘You want a bath?’ Chris sits up and adds: ‘I can arrange that right now.’ He tells me to stay put as he walks bare naked to the bathroom that is attached to this bedroom. I smile as I think about the things he did to me. I don’t want this to ever end. This blizzard can go on for life, because I want to have this.

Forever.

I hear the water running and he walks back into the room with a smile. He crawls back on the bed and gives me a kiss, followed by tons more. ‘You ready for a bath, beautiful?’ He lifts me up without a hitch and carries me to the bathroom. He slowly lets me sink into the warm water and he gets in behind me.

He massages my shoulders, as he kisses my temple. ‘Tell me something nice, sweetheart.’

I can’t help but chuckle. ‘Like what?’

‘Doesn’t matter. Tell me what you think when you are on stage.’

‘I don’t think a lot,’ I say. ‘It’s almost like a second nature, you know. I hear the beats in my in-ears and I just go and— Chris, how can I have a serious conversation with you, when you’re massaging my breasts?’

‘Sorry, sorry, sorry,’ he chuckles. ‘I don’t know what you are doing to me, but you are insatiable.’

I turn around in the water, as it gushes over the edge, but neither of us seem to care. I give him a long kiss and sigh deeply, as I look into his beautiful eyes. ‘Chris, when we get home, what are we going to do?’

‘Well, I have to go to LA for filming, but I know for a fact that I want to continue doing this.’ He smiles and kisses me. ‘Because I haven’t felt like this in years.’

‘Is it because I’m a younger model?’

He rolls his eyes as he scoffs. ‘It’s because you are who you are. You are smart, you are an amazing performer and all in all, you are exactly my type.’

‘Good thing that you are mine as well.’

✘ ✘ ✘

Two days later, it’s safe for the planes to fly again, so we can finally go back to the USA. Chris is going to LA, while I have to stay in New York City. Despite that, he decided to travel with me, changing flights on JFK.

The following two days were filled with conversations about his anxiety, my lack of trust in people. We had sex, took long showers and baths, we cooked together, watched movies and had more sex. Besides the fact that Chris Evans is an absolute animal with a stamina that guys all over the world are jealous of (I mean, I had to adopt a complete new walk, because of how sore I am), he is also the greatest guy to be around with. He is funny, he is intelligent and I’ve gotten to know him on a deeper level.

The way he told me about the things that go through his mind when he deals with an anxiety attack, it was so vulnerable. Besides that, thanks to him, I’ve gotten to know myself on a deeper level. I know who I am now. Okay, I have a better idea now of who I am.

During our flight, I took multiple naps against his large and strong frame and I really dread the moment where we have to say our goodbyes. I hate saying goodbye. I’m not even good with goodbyes. Every time I had to say goodbye to my foster family, I remember crying, because I had met these new people and I wanted to prove that I was a good foster kid. But I was forced to another family and you never knew how long that was going to last.

Saying goodbye to my band members, was a whole new level weird. They were mad, but on the other hand they seemed to care about me. About us as a group, despite everything I did.

Chris holds onto my hand when we get off the plane, his fingers intertwined through mine. Since we don’t want to be recognized, we’re both wearing a bucket hat, that is completely covering our eyes.

We stop walking and I realize that this is it. I have to say goodbye to him now. I sigh deeply. ‘You have to hurry,’ I say to him. ‘You don’t want to miss your flight.’

Chris simply nods, before he wraps his arms rightly around my upper body. ‘When I’m done in LA, we’ll see each other again,’ he assures me. ‘Besides, I have your number and was going to stalk you anyways, if you don’t mind.’

I smile. ‘I wouldn’t mind at all, mister Evans.’

He presses a long kiss on my lips, adjusting my hat after he lets me go. ‘Get home safely, Luna.’

‘Yeah, you too.’

He waves when he walks off and he looks like such a dork doing so. I have to say that without a doubt, these were the best days of my life. Touring around the world with my girls was amazing. Releasing my first album was fantastic.

But getting to know Chris Evans like I’ve gotten to know him in these days, was next level.

I hail a cab and tell the driver my address. I lean back, watching as snow falls out of the sky, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was in London.

I get out when I’m at my apartment building and I can’t help but to whistle as I walk towards the elevator, getting in and pressing on the button with the sixteen on it. My mood can’t be killed now, I think to myself, as I walk to my apartment door. Chris has my number, he’ll annoy me with texts and we’ll definitely meet again. How many times have I fantasized about this? There was one celebrity in the entire world that I wanted to meet, that I wanted to get to know more and now I know him.

I open the door of my apartment and I attach my phone to its charger. It died when I left the hotel with Chris, but I’d rather spend my time with him. Besides, his charger didn’t fit my phone. I walk around my place for awhile, pouring in some water for me and when I walk back to my phone, I see I have messages in the Brave Elegance chat.

Why would they text me? We haven’t used that chat in months since the break up. Did something happen? Or worse, did someone die?

Pixie: Uh, Luna, you need to tell us something. Are you okay?

Faith: What happened?

Rosie: Is Luna okay?

Daliah: OMG IS IT TRUE?

Rosie: Hello, maybe one of you can tell us what happened?

Pixie: Shit, she is not receiving the messages.

Faith: Please answer the fucking question, guys. It’s not that hard. What happened? What is true?

Daliah: TMZ released pictures of Luna and Chris Evans in a hotel room after the Graham Norton show. They are pretty graphic.

Pixie: Daliah, you are an adult now, you can just say that she is naked, just like Chris.

Rosie: Oh my God, Luna!

Faith: We can’t leave you alone for two seconds can we?

My heart stops beating for a few seconds. I quickly google my own name, together with Chris’ and I audibly gasp. It’s true. The pictures of us… No, this can’t happen! I don’t want this to happen.

What sick bastard would make pictures of this? Oh my God, I’m so naked. This can’t be true.

Not only is this terrible for my own career, but for Chris’ as well.

Luna: Shit…

Pixie: You want us to come over?

Luna: You guys made it pretty clear the last time we saw each other that you didn’t want to see me anymore…

Faith: We are aware that we did say that, but we know you, Luna. We want to be there for you.

Rosie: No matter how we disbanded, we will always be Brave Elegance. Besides, I think we need to talk about not only this, but about the entire disbandment as well.

Daliah: I don’t care if you don’t want to see us, because I’m in a cab already.

Rosie: I’ll be bringing the needed snacks!

Pixie: See you in a bit, Luna!

✘ ✘ ✘

I wouldn’t call the pictures pornographic, but I’m pretty naked. I feel so violated, being pictured like this during some intimate times. I know exactly what Chris Evans is doing in those pictures to me. It is even shown how he lifts me up in his arms, to carry me to the bathroom.

I do have to thank the universe that the paparazzi only took pictures of the first time we had sex. I can’t imagine them seeing the positions and the things we did later on. I mean, Kama Sutra seemed pretty prude compared to what we did.

I’m dragged out of my thoughts when I see all of the members in front of my apartment door. Sweet little Daliah in her bright pink coat, tough Pixie with her hair cut short, tall Rosie who dyed her hair blonde again, because she thinks it fits her better (that’s true) and Faith who looks like she doesn’t care, but I know her. I know she cares.

‘Hi,’ I say.

‘Luna,’ Daliah says, being the first to engulf me in her arms. I never thought I would ever see them again, let alone hug them. I place my chin on her shoulder, as I pull her body closer to mine. ‘We are here for you, Moonshine.’

I can’t help but smile when I hear my nickname again. It has been so long.

‘I’m such an idiot,’ I say, as I let go of the youngest of the five of us.

‘You are not,’ Rosie says, cupping my cheek. ‘We do need to talk about this and thank goodness I brought snacks. I have chips and chocolate, but I also brought pretzels. I know you don’t like them, but the rest of us do, so just don’t eat it.’

The rest of them walks in and Faith looks at me for a second. ‘Whether you like it or not,’ she says, ‘we’re always a team.’

I don’t know about that actually. It’s all my fault really that we broke up and I guess this is Karma hitting back at me, in a very cumbersome way.

We sit around the table, snacks and drinks in the middle and I think about the moment Brave Elegance was formed. We were young, we were naive and very nervous. But somehow it worked, it clicked, despite being five totally different girls from totally different backgrounds. The only thing that we had in common, was being Korean American teenage girls.

‘So,’ Pixie says, ‘correct me if I’m wrong, but you went to London for an interview, afterwards met Chris Evans again, but drunk, went with him to his hotel room where you had sex with him and TMZ managed to take picture of the occasion.’

‘That sums it up, yeah,’ I mumble.

‘Was that the only time you had sex with him?’ Rosie asks and my cocked eyebrow must be the answer to her seemingly rhetorical question. ‘Right.’

‘Have you called Chris already?’ Daliah asks.

I shake my head. ‘He only has my number, so I can’t reach out to him and I don’t think that this is the moment to slide into his DM’s.’

They seem to agree. ‘Do you like him?’ Faith asks.

You girls have no fucking idea. ‘I do,’ I whisper. ‘It was nice to talk to someone. To not be alone.’ I close my eyes and think about what Chris says. There will be other band members, but I think he is wrong. There will not be others like them.

Despite the disbandment, despite all the underlying issues we had, we are a team, like Faith said and we always will be one. They are here to support me and that says something about how much we care about each other right?

‘I’m so sorry.’

‘What for, Luna?’ Faith asks. She was the oldest of the group and basically our mom. Making sure that we had our passports with us, that we had slept well, that we’ve eaten. We had long talks on the balcony of our dorm room during our X-Factor days. She may not understood my situation, my history with the foster care system and my inability to make friends, but she did listen and did care.

‘For not being a team player.’

For a second I can forget about the pictures, because I can’t talk about that and about my bond with Chris Evans, when there are so many unspoken sorrows and apologies between us.

Rosie shakes her head. ‘No, you don’t have to be. It was unfair of us to blame it all on you. We should’ve spoken to you and took the time to understand you. Not simply start pointing fingers at you, while we were all to blame.’

While we were all to blame? I don’t understand. ‘What?’

Pixie sighs and folds her hands on the table. ‘We were wrong all along, Luna,’ she says. ‘When we broke the news to you that you weren’t a team player, we just looked at what we experienced. We never once looked at the situation from your perspective. Because we, the ultimate mean girls, had forced you out, we met up. First to gossip about you, bad mouthing you, but eventually Faith had the brilliant idea to go to group therapy.’

Faith shrugs. ‘It felt wrong, to bad mouth about you. It couldn’t be just you. And after a few sessions, we realized that what happened to you growing up… It became a normal for you. We understood your need to prove yourself, that you were good enough and even better.’

‘But when I did that,’ I say, ‘I pushed you guys down so hard.’

Daliah nods. ‘We know, but we also understand. Besides, it was obvious during our X-Factor that you were the best. I never really understood why they put you in a group.’

Rosie shakes her head. ‘That was unbelievable. You had the stamina and the stage presence and the talent to become a soloist. You have it all, Luna.’

‘You can sing, you can dance, you write and you can rap. All that on top of being the most beautiful woman on this earth,’ Pixie adds.

‘So… You guys are not mad at me?’

Faith holds my hand on the table. ‘No, of course not. We were wrong too. We were not acting mature and for that I’m sorry.’

‘Me too,’ the other girls say in unison.

‘We should’ve taken the time to realize how much you did for us,’ Pixie says with a smile. ‘We watched those compilations where it was shown how much you do for us, in a different way. You took care of us like a true friend.’

‘I mean, you wrote that diss track when that thing Justin and I had got leaked. You ruined his career, Luna,’ Rosie chuckles.

‘Though we might not be a group anymore,’ Daliah says, ‘we will always care about you and we might not perform anymore, we will always be Brave Elegance.’

I let out a shaky sigh. Is this truly happening? Do I have my friends back? ‘I’m truly sorry,’ I say. ‘I should’ve done something with my desperate need to prove myself.’

Faith shakes her head. ‘No, not really. We should’ve done something. As a team.’

‘We’re all good again?’ I ask, just in case.

Daliah nods. ‘Of course we are, silly. We are Brave Elegance and we will always be.’

‘You have no idea how much that means to me,’ I whisper. ‘Thank you for having my back.’

Faith pats my hand. ‘Okay, this a beautiful moment, obviously, but we have business to do.’

‘Right,’ Pixie says. ‘We have to wait for Chris to call you, since he is probably on a plane and you don’t have his number. So, I think that we should call your new manager, explain to her what happened and she can contact Chris’ agent or manager or whoever.’

‘I don’t want to call my manager,’ I mumble.

Faith chuckles. ‘Of course you don’t. I have an idea. I call your manager, so she can think about a nice statement, possibly together with his manager. While I do that, Pixie, Rosie and Daliah will get the snacks ready, we’ll catch up, try to forget this situation, until Chris Evans calls.’

‘Aren’t we going to talk about how sex is with Chris Evans?’ Pixie asks. ‘Because sure as hell I want to know about that.’

‘Get the snacks ready,’ Daliah says. ‘Talking about sex is always easier with sex.’

I watch my former band members spread out over my apartment. Faith is calling with Gia, while the rest is indeed getting the snacks ready.

I scroll through my phone, desperately searching for the responses to the multiple articles that have been written. I know it’s going to hurt my feelings, but I’m self destructive like that. I need to read it.

But it’s all what I expected it to be. I’m the whore, Chris deserves better and I’m ruining his career. Someone even mentioned that it’s probably because I didn’t have a nice and stable upbringing and that I have severe daddy issues.

‘Okay, don’t read that,’ Rosie says, placing my phone on the table. ‘That’s not good for you.’

When Faith is back with us, she quickly tells us that Gia is working something out, trying to get ahold of Chris’ agent right away.

Like nothing happened, we start talking like the good times. I can’t seem to talk about Chris yet, so the rest of the girls talk about their lives. I find out that Faith is going to be starring in a movie soon, playing the older sister of the main character, but she can’t tell too much about it yet. I can see her as an actress.

Rosie is back in college, studying criminology. Pixie is dating a wonderful girl, while she is working as a talent agent for a different record company. Daliah and Michael are still together and she is actually trying to start a family.

I bet she will be a fantastic mom.

’So how about you and Chris?” Faith asks. ‘Was it just sex or…?

I shake my head. ‘It wasn’t just sex,’ I whisper. ‘It was a nice extra, of course, but I felt so loved. He cared about me, wanted to know how I was feeling. I just fear that that will be out of the window, after this.’

My phone starts to ring, causing me to yelp. It’s a number that I don’t know. I’m afraid, scared. What if it’s someone who wants to harass me? It wouldn’t be the first time.

‘Pick up,’ Daliah urges.

I take a deep breath, before I pick up the phone and answer the phone with a shaky ‘Hello?’ after I bring the phone to my ear.

‘Hi, sweetheart.’

My heart nearly drops to my feet. Hearing his warm voice, it’s just enough for my emotions to be pushed over the edge. The entire time I held my head high. I got the girls over, I barely cried about it.

However hearing him…

A sniffle leaves my lips and I bury my face in my hand.

‘Oh, no, no, no,’ Chris says. ‘Please, Luna, don’t cry.’

‘That’s fucking easy for you to say,’ I snap. ‘I’m the whore here, you’re the poor actor who I seduced and dragged with me.’

‘Easy,’ Daliah says, though she doesn’t know what he says. .

Chris doesn’t say anything and that makes me feel even more guilty. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper. ‘You can’t help it either. I’m really sorry. You are just trying to be nice.’

‘I understand,’ he tells me.

‘Where are you?’ I ask him, as I hear a lot of people in the background.

‘Just landed at LAX,’ he says. ‘My agent called me. He told me about the pictures and that your manager had called him, about making a statement. I just needed to hear your voice and needed to know whether or not you are alright.’

‘As you can tell, I’m doing fucking fantastic.’

‘You can be honest with me,’ he simply says, after a long and deep sigh.

I shake my head. ‘I don’t know what to do anymore.’

He stays silent for a moment and I’m afraid of his reaction. He is going to say that this is my own fault. That I’m to blame. ‘You know,’ he says, ‘I’m coming to New York. I can’t stand the thought of you going through this by yourself, when we should go through this together.’

Excuse me? ‘Chris, no,’ I say, ‘you can’t be serious. You can’t come to New York.’

‘I’m dead serious,’ he says.

Faith takes the phone from me, puts it on speaker and says: ‘Hi Chris, this is Faith.’

‘Oh.’He seems confused. ‘Faith as in Brave Elegance Faith?’

‘The one and only. I’m here with the rest of the girls and I know that Luna really wants you here. I think that that would make it a whole lot easier for us to talk about this.’

‘Well, I’m already looking around to see if I can book the earliest flight back to New York.’

I take the phone from Faith’s hands and say: ‘But Chris, what about your movie? You told me that it was important.’

‘I don’t care about that. You are more important right now.’

For a few seconds I don’t know what to say. I’m more important right now? I look to the girls, who nearly turn into a puddle. ‘I can’t ask this from you.’

‘Good thing you didn’t then. See you in a bit, sweetheart.’

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Things Done Differently 4

Warnings: RPF 

Link to previous chapter 3

Words; 2,825

Pairings: Richard Speight Jr. x OFC

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The following days went smoothly for Richard and Grace. They didn’t leave the house or the bed for the most part.

“These hormones of yours is really wearing me out sugar. Not that I am complaining. Six months of just using my hand was miserable.”

Richard said with a smile as he watched Grace pull on some clothes. Grace smirked as she tried to wiggle into a pair of leggings. With a sigh she gave up after a few tries.

“I blame you for this.”

She said with a smirk as Richard sat up watching her with an amused expression.

“I didn’t hear you complaining especial last night, middle of the night, and this morning.”

Grace rolled her eyes.  

“I’m not complaining silly. I never believed people when they said that when you get pregnant you turn into a horny mess. Well now look at me  you could bend me over whenever you want.”

Richard raised an eyebrow.

“In that case I better go buy me a supply of Viagra or something because sweetheart I’m not as young as I used to be.”

Grace raised an eyebrow.

“You haven’t needed any assistance so far. I have to run downtown and meet a client with my brother.”

Richard frowned.

“Ah gotta go meet Mr. Personality huh?”

Grace gave him a small frown.

“Rich, please. I know that you two don’t like each other.”

Richard held a hand up.

“Like isn’t a strong enough word darlin. More like hate each others guts and hope the other will drop dead.”

Grace pulled on a knee length sweater tucking it around her stomach. She had been so used to trying to find creative ways to hide her growing stomach the realization that she didn’t have to still hadn’t really kicked in.  

“Richard, I’m not asking much of you just please for our daughter, try to get along with Andrew. Like it or not he’s going to be a part of her life. He’s my business partner. Carmichael records isn’t

what it would be without my brother. I can’t do it all on my own.”

Richard frowned feeling guilty. He stood pulling on his jeans before going to Grace.

“Sugar I’m sorry. He just bugs me. You’re right our daughter doesn’t need all the drama. I’ll see you when you get home..”

He leaned down pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder deepening the kiss. Richard sighed against her lips.

“And this is what led to you getting pregnant. You better get going. I don’t want your brother coming in here seeing me half naked.”

Grace turned with a smile walking out of the room.

Half and hour later Richard sat in the living room waiting for Rob, Matt, Jensen, Jared, and Ruth to show up. Tonight was the night that he was going to let some of his friends other than Rob in on his secret. Part of him was ready to get the news of Grace’s pregnancy out in the open so they could walk out in public and not feel like they had to hide everything. The other part wanted to keep his daughter as safe as possible. Even if she wasn’t born yet he wanted to keep from safe from all the sets of eyes in Nashville that would be on her once she was born. As popular as he and Grace were in the city it wouldn’t take long for news of the baby to circulate.  

Richard looked down at the magazine on the coffee table. Andrew and Grace was on the cover of Nashville Star magazine. Richard sighed looking at his girlfriend carefully. She was dressed in a loose black dress that clearly his her stomach. Richard sat down with a groan. He hated knowing that because of him she had gone to all those crazy lengths to hide her condition and was about to face a splurge of media attention when the truth came out.  

Looking at Andrew, Richard frowned. He knew that he had to find a way to get along with the oldest Carmichael. If there was anyone that could quiet some of the crazy that his and Grace’s totally unplanned pregnancy was about to cause it would be Andrew Carmichael. Even though Richard was annoyed at the even thought of going to Andrew to keep the reporters off of Grace he had a feeling he would be doing it. Sure Richard could put his two cents in on everything to the reporters but that would cause even more of a circus fest. Andrew could smooth things over. Richard had seen him do it plenty of times when it came to an artist who was going through a rough patch. Andrew could have made Britney Spears 2007 meltdown look sane.

The doorbell ringing pulled Richard from his thoughts. Looking down at his watch he was relieved to see that it was time for his friends to show up. Getting out of his head was the best thing at the moment. Getting up and walking to the door, Rob looking concerned as soon as Richard answered.

“Hey buddy! Didn’t know you bought a new house.”

Jensen said cheerfully as he walked in with Jared behind him. Matt grinned.

“Did you have someone decorate it for you or did you suddenly become awesome at interior decorating?”

Richard smirked as they sat down on the couch. Rob hadn’t out of ear shot before turning and looking at Richard.

“Is everything okay? You look stressed.”

Richard shrugged.

“Just a lot on my mind. I’ll be good.”

Rob didn’t look too believing as he walked to join Ruth on the couch. Taking a deep breath he decided just to let everything come out in the open. Feeling nervous around his friends was something that was not like him in the slightest. Anyone that knew Richard in the slightest knew that being shy or keeping secrets from his friends was not the man he was.

“So Rich what is with you?”

Jared asked with a smile. Richard sat down .

“So I uh…have a girlfriend.”

Jensen looked surprised and nodded with smile. Ruth clasped her hands together looking excited. She wasn’t about to say it but they had all been worried about Richard over the past few months. He had not been his normally cheery sarcastic self. Seeing him withdrawn and clearly acting when on stage was not her normal friend.

“Well that is wonderful dear! You have seemed so moody lately.”  

Richard nodded.

“She’s pregnant.”

The whole room went silent. Everyone looked between themselves before looking back to Richard. Matt tilted his head to the side.

“Come again?”

Jensen and Jared were mouthing what the fuck to each other before Jensen turned to Richard.

“We see what you have been doing!”

Matt meanwhile, was grinning.

“Is there something that you’ve forgotten to tell us and does it have something to do with all the hickeys you’ve been sporting? That’s right I see things because I am your friend! Wait a second! Rob did you know about this?”

Rob nodded hoping to keep everything as calm as possible. He was worried about Richard from the moment that he walked in the door. Jensen chuckled.

“Well that explains everything! Rob how in the hell did you keep this to yourself? I figured you would have blabbed by now.”

Jared got up and went to stand beside Richard.

“Rich probably threatened to kick his ass. Rob is the only one that threat will work on. He’s the only one smaller than Rich.”

Jared said with a smirk before resting his arm on the the top of Richard’s head. Richard quickly pushed Jared off with a frown while Rob crossed his arms over his chest.

“HEY!”

Rob squeaked. Having enough at the masculine ball breaking fest, Ruth stood up.

“Okay boys that is enough. Richard how far is she? How long have you been together?”

Richard looked up finally.

“She’s 6 ½ months. We’ve been together for over a year…just the past six months we were kind of broke up because I wanted to keep everything hush hush.”

Matt looked like he had just figured out a grand puzzle.

“SO that is why you were coming back to Nashville all the time! I knew that there was something that I was being left out of! I though that I was supposed to be in on this friendship. I feel so left out right now.”

Richard chuckled.

“Well I am sorry that you haven’t been included on the latest chapter of this train wreck called my life! If I could have….”

The sound of the door closing pulled Richard from this thoughts. He turned seeing Grace standing in the doorway. From the look on her face she had heard everything he had just said and wasn’t happy. Matt was the first one to say something. Matt looked awestruck looking at her. She was definitely as pretty as she was in all of the magazines.

“You’re Grace Carmichael.”

Grace smiled politely.

“You must be Matt.”

Matt grinned.

“You really are pregnant!”

Everyone looked at Matt like he was absolutely nuts. Richard rolled his eyes.

“Did you think I was lying?!”

Matt shrugged.

“Just thought you might have been trying to pull one over on us.”

Grace chuckled.

“Its nice to have met you all. I’m sorry to run but I have a plane to catch in two hours and have to pack. I hope to see you all again.”

Richard’s less than amused expression became even more grave.

“Plane?”

Grace’s green eyes went to her boyfriend.

“I have a meeting in Texas in the morning with a potential client. Andrew decided to just spring it on me an hour ago. I should be back the day after tomorrow.”

She turned with a smile before walking into the bedroom shutting the door. Once she was out of the room Jensen turned looking at Richard.

“Dude I think she heard what you said about your life being a train wreck.”

Richard ran a hand through his hair.

“Ya think? I didn’t mean it like that!”

Jensen shrugged innocently.

“You might not want to sit here and tell me. You may wanna go in there and talk to her.”

Richard groaned before turning and following his girlfriend into the bedroom. The last thing he wanted was to lose Grace all over again because he made some crazy comment that he didn’t need to make in the process.

Walking into the bedroom Grace stood putting random outfits into a suitcase. She didn’t even look up when he walked into the room cluing Richard in that she was upset.

“Grace, about what you heard sugar.”

Grace looked up before holding up her hand.

“You don’t have to explain.”

She wanted to say more but she didn’t. Grace wanted to let Richard know what she was feeling but that would just escalate to an argument. The last thing that she wanted before a trip to Texas was an argument with her boyfriend. She knew that if she wanted to keep Richard fussing at him was the last thing that she needed to be doing!

Richard hadn’t moved from his place by the door for a moment before going to sit on the bed.

“Grace, talk to me.”

Grace shook her head.

“There is nothing to say. Everything is fine.”

Richard ran a hand through his hair as she kept putting random clothing items in the partially full case.

“So are you coming back?”

Grace looked up.

“Of course.”

“You’re packing like you are about to run or something.”

Grace looked up again.

“I’m pregnant. I need lots of clothes. If I am not burning up one moment I am freezing to death  the next. That calls for a lot of material.”

Both were quiet for a moment before Richard spoke again.

“You know Grace I am an actor I can spot someone lying from 100 feet away. I know you head what I said and none of that pertained to you.”

Grace zipped her bag before looking up like nothing had happened.

“Okay.”

This was the point that Richard was beginning to get aggravated!

“Damn it Grace don’t do this! You are doing just what you used to! Instead of us talking about our problems you are just shoving them deeper and deeper into Pandora’s fucking box. Its like I can’t get you to trust me no matter what I do!”  

Grace froze at that. Her pretty face went sour like she had eaten a ton of sour Skittles. Turning and looking at Richard her green eye’s looked too much like Andrew’s for his liking.

“Fine, you wanna know what I thought when I heard you say that you’re life was a train wreck? I wanted to tell you to just leave. Just go like you did before and leave me to it. I tried to think that you were back here because you were actually in love with me and it wasn’t some sense of masculine duty because you got me pregnant now I am starting to think that I was right in the first place. I am not staying with someone who considers our child a mistake or contributing to what you call a train wreck.”

Richard looked totally floored by that one. He looked like someone had crept up behind him and yanked the rug he was standing on out from under him.

“What the hell?!!! I never called our daughter a mistake and I sure am not staying with you out of a sense of male pride!”

Grace narrowed her eyes.

“Calling it as I see it.”

She turned walking from the room without another word leaving Richard between shocked and furious! Grace meanwhile, knew everything that she said was wrong and she shouldn’t leave angry like this. She knew deep down Richard would never in the right mind mean the train wreck comment to be about her but she couldn’t help feeling hurt. Tomorrow she would probably regret everything that just happened but tonight she wanted to be miserable.

The next thought to enter Grace’s mind was she had to put on a grand act around Andrew. If her brother knew that she and Richard were already fighting that would do them no favors in the future. In fact, Andrew would probably just be hating Richard more than he already did. Putting on an act around Andrew was hard to do in the first place. Grace could only hope that her brother would buy her pregnant hormones as being the reason that she was upset. For the past six months if she started randomly crying or became irrationally angry Andrew would peak over his computer at her like a frightened church mouse. However, now that he knew Richard was back if Grace showed up with puffy swollen eyes from crying he wouldn’t hesitate to say it was Richard’s fault; pregnancy hormones be damned.

One of the shocking things with Andrew was he had been surprisingly tender with Grace in her “predicament.” Grace didn’t even remember him being this tender with Ashton when she as pregnant with his own children! This was probably what contributed to Ashton’s sudden dislike of Grace. She sure as hell didn’t let an opportunity to let Grace know of her displeasure.

“I couldn’t even get him to go get me food in the middle of the night. All you have to do is say that you are hungry and he will go running for you.”

Grace had been tempted to say that being her brother’s pet since the time that she was born definitely seemed to have its benefits as well as its disadvantages but she decided to remain silent on the matter. She wasn’t about to stir that pot in the disaster known as Andrew and Ashton: married couple.

Settling herself into her car, Grace looked down at her phone seeing her brother’s name on her iPhone’s screen.

“Nose like a god damn Doberman.”

She muttered before answering the phone.

“Hi Andrew.”

Her brother’s voice was instantly inquisitive.

“Have you been crying? What’s giant hole in his head done to you now?”

Grace winced.

“Richard didn’t do anything. I just…don’t want to leave him for a few days.”

Grace mentally congratulated herself on a good save as Andrew sounded grossed out.

“Forget I asked. I was just calling to see if you were on your way.”

Grace sighed, as she pulled onto the highway.

“I am. See you in fifteen.”

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I didn’t wanna spam you with ten separate messages K so I put hem all in one. So much fuckery happened last night and I can’t left it without commenting. 

“Am I the only one who thinks he is not sober these days?

Be honest, guys.”

No K you are definitely not the only one! Either he’s using something or he is having a mental breakdown of some sort. He is behaving way too peculiar for someone who’d be sober or in full mental health. I get being weird, but the way he is acting isn’t even normal weirdness anymore. It’s just plain strange and worrisome. The way he looked agitated and nervous and kept movig his legs nervously and looked like he has to pee really bad the whole time while he kept his hands on his crotch. What the fuck was that? Or he was secretly jerking off in public. At this stage it wouldn’t even surprise me at all considering the way he’s been acting. 

“I agree there appears to be "something” going on. Maybe he’s on serious painkillers that have warped his mind?? But a sane human doesn’t walk around looking/acting like this. I know J gets weird when he’s out of his comfort zone, which is often imo, but this was a whole other level. Right now it’s like watching a breakdown happen, or somebody with bi polar.“

Exactly.  Something is not right with him and I don’t mean his back. Either he’s started using drugs or he’s become dependant on strong pain killers that are fucking up his mind and judgement or he is having a massive midlife crisis and an identity crisis or he is having mental health problems. I don’t know which one it is but it’s one of those. He’s not alright. 

"Maybe SL is in really bad condition ? We can make fun of his alcoholism, but we don’t know that stays behind closed doors. JL didn’t do this before,even then SL skipped gigs.”

“I don´t know if alcoholism is something that should be made fun of per say, but I def think he needs to answer for flaking out of work he is being PAID for because of it - or because of whatever else it may be that is causing his absences.

Absolutely he needs to be held accountable.”

I don’t know what’s going on with S but if it’s any kind of substance abuse problems then he absolutely needs to be held accountable for missing shows and not doing his job. If you don’t do that you are just enabling him and making it worse for him. That’s why  many finally seek treatment (if they don’t overdose and die before that), when they hit rock bottom. Before that they think everything is okay and think they don’t have a problem and keep using if it doesn’t have any consequences for them. Most people don’t realize that coddling is enabling. If you REALLY care about someone and want what’s best for them, you don’t coddle them. It’s like with kids too. If you let them do whatever they want when they are little just because you don’t want them to cry, you don’t have to wonder later on when they have massive problems in school or trouble with the law because they are not used to behaving like a normal person and no used to following rules. But sooner or later we all do have to face consequences from our actions. If our loved ones won’t do it, someone else will. Or they end up killing themselves in the process. The longer one delays, the harder it will get. We’ll see where J will end up too when the sheep keep enabling him.

“Maybe fans need to stop WASTING TIME (and $$) on him, the band, and doing a thing for them, like voting all day like some fools do.”

He apparently wants to be left alone so fans should do exactly that. Not pay any attention to him. Not buy his crap. Unfollow on sm. He doesn’t post himself on sm anymore anyhow and he doesn’t want to share anything with us anymore and doesn’t want to have any kind of interaction with fans so let him be alone. Use your money for something better. 

“So tacky of J using U2’s shinning moment getting the global icon award to promote himself and his own band. No matter the topic or place, it all “changed [his] life.” The guy calling him Jay Leno after they won and went down to where Rita was at was hilarious, but J got pissed right away and asked what the guy’s name even was and tried to make a snarky remark.”

MY THOUGHTS EXCATLY! When he started with the “U2 changed our lives” I wanted to bich slap him. J is so full of SHIT! Does he really think people are THAT stupid that they can’t see through his bullshit? Everything always conveniently changed his life. Pay him enough money and he will say YOU changed his life. He’s pathetic. 

I loved the guy who called J “Jay Leno”! It served J right!

“I ended up unfollowing J on all his sm, everything is selling not only Tw is false, you get nothing following him, there are more interesting people to follow, Letoland is boredom incarnate.”

Same. I unfollowed all his accounts long ago. “Not all tweets my own.” We know J. Not all your awards are “your own” either. *cough bought MTV award, bought GQ Man Of The year award cough* 

“The fact that J used his speech time and "thanks"on sm to promote the tour tells the award was nothing but marketing, ofc they knew they’ve won already.”

His speech was so cringeworthy and ridicilous. The whole “We are Americans, it’s the land of immigrants. We welcome you with open arms.” ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH OR SOMETHING? What does any of that have to do with being at the MTV awards IN EUROPE and winning (=buying) the alternative award? Did he think that everyone in Europe wanna move to the U.S. or was he implying that Europe isn’t welcoming immigrants. And again, why did he even bring it up? Other than to try to promote his sad documentary that no one cares about that may be relased some time in the next 50 years.

“J looked like a senile grandpa that was let out of his Miami retirement home for a club date with his pool boy, Flaco, and got a Viagra-induced semi-boner in his diapers due to the anticipation. The easy-step medical sneakers, high-water track pants pulled up to his nips to cover up the Depends… who was the cruel creature that put together that mess and why does he hate J so much? Or maybe it’s just sheer extreme thirst that no ounce of residue self-respect can possibly cover up at this point.

Grandpa did get a nice dig in with that “What´s your name?”comeback… Hihi!

Don´t worry, J. I have no idea who that drunk yob is either.”

That is honestly the perfect way to describe his whole look and how he acted! He looked like he had a hard-on the whole time and hekept putting his hand in front of his crotch all the time so it made it even more obvious. It looked like he was trying to hide it He probably thought he looks so hot and felt so important, the thought made him hard. Or he was so anxiously waiting to get to Paris to have Natalia suck his dick and  the anticipation was killing him. 

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Dark 5

A/n: Dark!Gabriel 

Words; 1, 892

Link to Chapter 4

Pairings: Gabriel x OFC

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After Gabriel walked out of the room Ellie was tempted to go after him but she stopped them moment the little girl in front of her made a small whimper. Ellie smiled.

“Its okay Tanya.”

She said lovingly. Looking over her shoulder she noticed Cas and Jack walk in. Both froze seeing the small child on the couch beside Ellie. Jack frowned tilting his head to the side as Dean walked over to explain to Cas what was going on.

“And how is Gabriel taking this?”

Ellie heard Cas ask. Dean snorted.

“He’s pouting in their room like a giant baby. Cas I know I called you a baby in trench coat but that guy is a giant archangel baby.”

Cas winced.

“Well this is a little dangerous. Isn’t there some rule about taking someones child…called kidnapping?”

Ellie looked back to Cas.

“She was in a ditch like a piece of trash Cas. It doesn’t seem like anyone will really be missing her. She isn’t going back out there all alone.”

Cas looked thoughtful. He could totally understand Ellie’s thinking now and also understand Gabriel’s less than stellar attitude. Jack had meanwhile, walked away from Cas’ side and went to join Ellie in the floor.

Ellie looked at Jack with a smile as the boy closed his eyes making a stuffed teddy bear appear from out of no where. He looked proud of himself as he handed it to the little girl. Tanya eagerly reached out taking the bear and beginning to cuddle with it.

“That’s nice Jack.”

Ellie said softly as she watched the little girl. Jack grinned looking extra proud of himself.

“Thank you.”

He replied sweetly. Ellie stood walking back to where Cas stood seeming to be pleased with Jack’s actions.

“He’s a good kid.”

Ellie said with a pleased smile. Cas nodded keeping his eyes on Jack for a moment before looking to Ellie.

“Can we talk in private?”

Ellie turned following the angel onto the front porch. She didn’t look at Sam or Dean for any sign of approval. It wouldn’t be any of their concern anyway. They were probably too busy trying to think of ways to get her to break things off with Gabriel.

Cas made sure the door was closed behind them before he began to speak.

“I need to know about your relationship with Gabriel.”

Ellie sighed.

“What you see is kind of what you get.”

Cas raised an eyebrow.

“I am going to need more than that to go on Ellie. Gabriel seems different.”

Ellie groaned sitting down on the porch step.

“Cas what do you want me to say?! He is different. He hasn’t been the same since he came back after that whole fiasco with Lucifer stabbing him. Gabriel came back from the empty a different angel from the one that came in.”

Cas sat down before reaching over and squeezing Ellie’s hand.

“The empty isn’t a nice place and the entity running it isn’t so charming.”

Ellie frowned looking at Cas obviously confused.

“What are you talking about Cas?”

Cas titled his head.

“You don’t know?”

Ellie shook her head. She wanted to tell Cas that apparently she has been left out on a lot of things in the past few months. Ellie wanted to tell Cas how everyone’s abandonment of her bothered her more than she was letting on. She wanted them to know that inside she was heartbroken and afraid to trust them again.

“Apparently there are a lot of things that I don’t know Castiel.”

She replied gloomily. Cas looked over his shoulder with a frown as he made a mental note to talk to Sam and Dean later.

“Ellie, I was killed by Lucifer and I was in the empty for some time. That is probably why you didn’t hear from the Winchesters or me. It wasn’t that I was ignoring you. By no means would I have done anything to intentionally hurt you. I value your friendship very much.”

Ellie looked startled by Cas’ admission.

“You were killed? And were in the empty….why aren’t you dark like Gabriel?”

Cas shrugged.

“I don’t know. I don’t understand why Gabriel is the way he is right now. That is a source of confusion for me too. It was Lucifer that killed me. He killed me as I was trying to protect Sam, Dean, and Jack. I drove the entity crazy until he sent me back.”

When Ellie didn’t respond for a moment Cas looked over at Ellie.

“Are you okay?”

Ellie was trying to take in all of the information that she had just been given. This was all a total shock! She now understood Cas’ silence over the past few months. Everything with Cas made sense.

“I will be. I just wasn’t expecting…that. Cas I was afraid that you were angry because I wasn’t giving you much research information on a nephilim. I thought that I had let you down.”

Cas frowned.

“Ellie you have never let me down. You have been here for me at times when I felt truly alone. I’m not leaving you again. It appears that you need me too.”

Ellie nodded, laying her head on Cas’ shoulder.

“I do….badly. Cas I don’t know what to do about Gabriel. I am so worried about him. It’s like dating a volcano with daddy issues out the ass!! I don’t know how to take him 95% of the time. One minute he seems like normal Gabriel, which I know he is difficult then. I totally agree that he is difficult but he was at least loving. When he’s normal its like I have my Gabriel back. He laughs over everything and is romantic. I’ll save you those details. The next minute is this person I don’t know. He’s cold, distant, and talks to me like he never has before. He’s never hit me or anything. He’s rough with me and more of a perv than normal….that I may not be complaining about. I’m just worried what Lucifer has done to him and now I am convinced that creep in the empty has done something to him too.”

Cas was quiet a moment.

“I think Lucifer just likes to stab his family.”

Ellie chuckled.

“So it seems. Do you think that you could help me fix Gabriel?”

Cas shrugged.

“I will try my best. I want my brother back just like you want your lover. That feels weird those words coming from my mouth.”

Cas said with a smirk. Ellie and Cas stood to go back inside. Before Cas reached the door Ellie reached out grabbing his hand.

“I’ll help you with Jack too. He’s a sweet kid and I don’t want to see him turning out like Lucifer.”

Cas looked beyond pleased.

“So do I. I thank you.”

Walking back into the house Sam and Dean looked up as Cas and Ellie walked back in. Ellie felt better after just a small one on one talk with Cas. She felt hopeful. Maybe Gabriel could be saved!

“You two good?”

Dean asked casually as he took a sip of his beer. Ellie nodded. As much as she wanted to be angry with Dean she couldn’t and knew that they would be talking just like before soon enough.

“Fine and dandy.”

She replied before walking into the kitchen where Gabriel stood awkwardly. Tanya was sitting on his right foot with her arms wrapped around his leg. Gabriel was trying to shake her off but it wasn’t working in his favor at all!

“Come on kid let go would you please?! I am not a nice person. There are several sets of legs that you can go cling to in there. They need love more than I do so be gone with you! Why are you still here? Ugh I should have never opened my big mouth.”

Ellie smirked as Gabriel’s golden eyes rolled up her.

“Ellie get it off!”

Ellie’s smile fell.

“Its a girl and her name is Tanya. Gabriel will you please just act the least bit kind?”

Gabriel’s eyebrow raised as he looked down at the kid.

“Okay….kid will you please let me go? I don’t like you. I don’t like being touched.”

Tanya shrugged before letting go of Gabriel and walking out of the room. Ellie waited until the child was out of the room before turning to the archangel with a frown.

“Why do you have to be so damn cold for? Gabriel I don’t think this is working! I don’t think I can handle this anymore!”

Gabriel tilted his head.

“You cant get rid of me that easily sugar snap.”

Ellie nodded.

“Actually I can. I can ward my room so you can’t get in there and I’ll just ignore your existence until you turn back into the Gabriel that I fell in love with.”

She turned storming from the room without another word. Jack looked up from the sandwich that Sam had put in front of him.

“I think you may have handled that wrong uncle.”

Gabriel glanced at his nephew before raising an eyebrow.

“Pretty good at stating the obvious there aren’t you kid?”

Jack grinned again before going back to his sandwich.

Meanwhile in the living room, Sam and Dean had witnessed the whole spat between Ellie and Gabriel. Dean stood up and smirked at Gabriel.

“Hey Gabe if she takes you back please wrap it before you tap it. We don’t need anymore nephilim running around.”

Gabriel looked at Dean coldly.

“I do what I want.”

He turned walking from the house without another word. Dean smirked looking back at Sam. His little brother hadn’t said much of anything from the time that he found out that Ellie had been sleeping with Gabriel.

“I think I am going to dump some Viagra or something in his drink so that fucker has to suffer a bit. May serve him right to be humping air and Ellie not let him near her.”

Sam stood growling angrily.

“Dean I don’t want to think about him humping Ellie. I don’t want to think about anyone humping Ellie. He doesn’t deserve her!”

Dean looked totally surprised.

“Sam I thought you didn’t love her?”

Sam frowned.

“I don’t…not like that but she has been one of my dearest friends and I don’t want to see her hurt. That archangel is going to do nothing but hurt her. I am going to pout in the garage with Bobby.”

Standing alone in the living room Dean looked to the door feeling a bit guilty. He didn’t know who to go to at the moment. He knew Gabriel could handle himself but Sam and Ellie both needed somebody.

“Cas?”

Cas walked in from the kitchen.

“I’ll go to Ellie.”

Cas replied before walking to the stairs. Dean nodded pleased that the angel knew what was about to be asked of him.

“At least there is someone that I can count on.”

Dean grumbled before turning and walking to the garage to tackle his brother and Bobby

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