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im considering calling out of work to try to buy the tickets for the nj date w dcfc. i was wondering how i was going to handle the travel and costs then i remembered i have a credit card and this is my dream.
#i had mcr tickets but the tour got postponed bc 2020 things#time to get in more debt#forgive me apple credit card#mcr#mcr5#mcr tbp#personal ranting#gee way please
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Roadtrip - hotch x reader
summary: when hotch finally sheds his stubbornness, he decides to drive back to Quantico from New York, in an attempt to rest his punctured eardrum. You couldn’t leave him without company, so you join him.
Warning: 18+ MDNI, making out, alcohol usage
A/n: first hotch fic hope you love it!! Also i cant exactly remember the dialogue between hotch and prentiss at the start forgive me😭. Enjoy lovelies💞
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“Here, for your flight back.” Hotch hands the platter of baked goods to Agent Prentiss.
“What, you aren’t coming with us?” Her eyebrow cocks up in curiosity. “No, I really shouldn’t be flying” He shakes his head. “are you sure? it’s a 7 hour ride back to Quantico” Rossi asks, words chosen carefully. Hotch looks down. “I’ve taken that road before, you’ll see loads of country, beautiful scenery, maybe you should extend your trip a day or two.” Hotch easily picks up what he was putting down, suggesting he should take a rest. “Thank you” “Take all the time you need” Rossi nods at him and gets in the black SUV.
“Hey.. care for some company?” you smile brightly at Aaron and surprisingly, he returns the gesture. “Sure why not, hop in,” his eyes twinkle with happiness at the thought of you two on a roadtrip alone, maybe even in a hotel room. You cheerfully make your way to the passenger door, waving a quick goodbye to the rest of your team.
“Well.. we all know what’s gonna happen in the one day Hotch and y/n will take off” Morgan teases. “I don’t wanna think about it..” Reid grimaces at the thought, earning a laugh from the rest.
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You had been on the road for quite some time yet. The sky was darkening and you were engulfed by silence bar the quiet radio playing in the background. Your eyes dared to close as your head fell down as sleep was consuming you. Work lately was.. exhausting. Aarons eyes shifted slightly from the road to your tired physique and his heart nearly broke. Seeing you so tired, he made his mind up to pull over at the nearest hotel.
It wasn’t for another 2 miles that his car finally stopped, and you were awakened from your slumber by a soft voice. “y/n” he gently patted your shoulder, “cmon wake up, we’re at a hotel” you stirred in your sleep “mm 5 more minutes” you practically moaned and leaned into his touch. His mouth went dry, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as a he took a big gulp. “y/n, wake up” he said a bit sterner. Your eyes shot open at the familiar voice, embarrassment filling your body. “Sorry! sorry i’m up.” you try to look as awake as possible. “cmon let’s go in we’re both tired”.
Hotch was normally so.. stoic. His face blurred of any emotion except seriousness. You were pretty sure in the one year you had worked at the BAU, you’d never seen him smile. That was awake Hotch, sleepy hotch was merely the opposite. It looked like all attempts to contain human emotion were discarded a few hours back. Sleepy Hotch was more.. human like, it was refreshing seeming him emit feelings like the rest of us mortals.
“I’m sorry sir, we only have one available room right now.” Hotch’s gaze didn’t shift off the guy at the till. “It’s fine. We’ll take that please.” he hands him his credit card. “Are you sure? There’s only one bed in that room” Your breath hitched. You’d either be sharing the bed or one of you would have to sleep on the floor, which you assumed Hotch would take it upon himself to take his place on the floor. “Yeah it’s fine we’ll work something out” he sighs deeply and shoves his hands down his pockets.
Aaron tried to keep his composure at the thought of you two sharing a bed. Of course he knew it wouldn’t happen, he’d have to sleep on the floor, but the thought of it suddenly made him wide awake.
When you made it to the room you realised you had no change to sleep in, so you discarded your pants and bra and pulled your button up shirt that reached your mid thighs down. Stepping out the bathroom while tying your hair up in a low bun, Hotch’s breath hitched in his throat. You were radiating. Even tired and only in a shirt you still managed to look exquisite. His eyes hungrily scanned your body stopping at your exposed thighs, arousal building up inside him. He did his best to look you in the eye as he stared in silence.
“Like what you see boss?” You teased, your eyebrows lifting suggestively. “uh- “ he gulped hard. “i’m gonna go uhm- yeah”. He disappeared in the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on his face, he took his tie, belt and button up shirt off, leaving him in his pants and a undershirt he appeared to wear under his shirt. When he stepped out, you had to keep yourself from salivating. His biceps looked incredibly big, and his pants fit him perfectly. You bit down on your bottom lip, a gesture you only did when you were excited. Hotch knew that. His confidence building back up inside him as he repeated your previous words.
“Like what you see” and he suggestively raised his eyebrows like you did just moments ago. “uh- i- “ He laughed brightly, which took you by surprise because untill a few moments ago, you hadn’t even seen him smile before. Your shoulders relaxed as you slumped down on the bed. “so i’ll uhm- take the floor” he began to say. You quickly interrupted him. “cmon boss, don’t be like that, it’s only one night. I promise i’ll keep my distance” His mouth twitched into a smile, and his heart grew. He didn’t think you’d suggest sharing a bed, but he was glad you did. He joined you in bed, heart beating so hard he thought it would jump out his chest.
You couldn’t help but feel giddy, like a highschool kid with her first crush. His presence was so hard to ignore, and your body moved before your mind as you turned to your side to face him. He was laying on his back looking up at the ceiling, he looked so beautiful. You couldn’t help but admire his features. His dark eyebrows, and even darker eyes, his high cheekbones and his big nose. Something about big noses excited something in you. You had no idea why.
Hotch turned his head to look at you, his eyes scanning your body. Your hands were pressed under the side of your head, and your leg was slightly bent, showing the curve of your ass. He felt his pants tighten as he abruptly got up, walking to the mini bar.
“Would you care for a drink?” You lifted yourself on your elbows to look at him. “Sure why not”. One drink turned into two and two turned into too many, and quickly you were laughing and telling eachother embarrassing childhood stories.
“No i’m not even lying! I licked his teeth!” you said as you teasingly pushed his arm. Hotch, between laughs, said “Your first kiss, and you licked his teeth?” He collapsed on the bed laughing. “What can i say i wasnt the best kisser”. Suddenly, he stopped laughing, his eyes filling with lust.
“Are you still bad at kissing?” His dark eyes bore into yours as you softly said “yes” picking up what he was putting down. “Why don’t you show me and i’ll give you some pointers.” His hand met your cheek, grazing it gently, as he pulled you in, his lips crashing onto yours. He tasted like alcohol and sweetness, intoxicating. His cologne filled your nostrils as you shifted your legs to straddle him, both of your thighs pressed against his ribs, as he cupped your face and tilted your head back, deepening the kiss. His hand moved to your thighs, kneading the soft skin making you gasp. He took the opportunity of you opening your mouth more to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His soft tongue dancing in a slow rhythm with your own. He moved both of his hands to your thighs gripping them tightly as your hands make their way to his hair, pulling it.
Your mouths moved in tandem and unity, a pace that was so calming yet so awakening. You had never felt this way before, and now that you had, you never wanted to back to feeling how you used to.
first part what do y’all thinkkkk?? i know this isn’t very “erotic” but i js needed to see if you guys would like it. Lmk if you do and i’ll post a very very spicy part 2 lovelies. LOVE YOU ALL MWWWAHHHH kisses xoxo💞
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Flufftober Day 13
Fandom: A League of Their Own
“All I’m saying, Shaw, is if you’re going to keep trying to bribe people with pies–”
“Which is a terrible idea, by the way,” Jo interrupted.
Maybelle nodded agreement as she flounced past en route to the kitchen. “It is, it really is, thank you, Josephine. But if you’re gonna insist, you gotta learn how to do it properly. No one ever caught a greased pig with low-grade slop, you know?”
“I…don’t,” Carson admitted, trailing behind her. Then she shook herself. “I mean, I do. I guess. I guess I can…figure it out. But also” – she put one hand on her hip and waved the other through the air – “I do know the proper way to make pies.”
Jess let out a loud laugh from where she was playing cards at the kitchen table. Esti looked at her inquisitively, and Lupe smirked and leaned over to whisper something in Spanish. Esti threw her head back and laughed brightly, and Carson narrowed her eyes before deciding it was an unrelated joke.
“I’m gonna teach you the same way I taught my oldest,” Maybelle said, pulling boxes out of the pantry and giving the milk a sniff. “Test all your ingredients, really put your tits behind it, and don’t be afraid to get your hands dirty. Oh!” She perked up and added, “And you can’t go wrong with a pinch of nutmeg. That’s it, that’s the secret family recipe.”
When she was elbow-deep in flour, Carson found the courage to say, “Can I ask you a question?”
“I don’t know how else you’ll learn, sugar.”
“No, it’s not about, um.” Carson’s forehead itched, so she scratched it with the back of her wrist. “Where are your kids? Like, right now, where…are they?”
Maybelle paused in her peeling for a moment, her face softening, then she recommenced with vigour. “I’ve got three kids. The youngest was only just off the tit when I left,” she said. “Martha, she is, she’s nearly three now. My oldest, Stilwell, he’s nine.” She tossed the last apple into the pot and turned to face Carson. “They’ve been my whole life since the day I fell pregnant the first time.”
She sounded almost angry, and Carson stammered, “Yeah, I mean. Of course. I assumed. Yeah.”
To her relief, Maybelle continued. “Jimmy, that’s…that was my guy? He was never good for much, really. Well.” She smirked and picked up a spoon to prod the stewing apples. “He was good for one thing, and he was really good for that. But otherwise.” She sighed. “He’s not a bad guy, really, just not very dependable.”
There was a long enough silence that Carson felt she’d better say something. “How long have you two been married?”
Maybelle’s cheek, all rosy from the steam coming off the cooking apples, dimpled. “Well. We’re not.”
Carson was shocked enough to stop crimping the crust. “Maybelle,” she gasped, looking at her admiringly.
Maybelle laughed her bubbly laugh. “Well, who was gonna stop me? I earned my own money at my daddy’s farm, and he certainly didn’t want me marrying Jimmy, or anyone else around town, either. The preacher sure as shootin’ didn’t like it, but that didn’t stop him trying to cop a feel at confession, did it? So as far as I can see, it’s between me and God, and God always did seem the forgiving sort.”
Carson shook her head and turned back to the pie crust. “Wow.”
“I told him, I said, ‘Jimmy, I’ve taken care of your children for nine years. You can handle them for three or four months.’”
“And that worked?”
“Who knows?” Maybelle stirred the apples lazily. “But I left them with my daddy just in case. Either Jimmy’ll step up, or he’ll skedaddle. Either one works for me.”
The two of them worked in silence until the filling was ready. Maybelle gently elbowed Carson out of the way so she could pour it in, then Carson carefully put the pie in the oven.
“People don’t give you enough credit, May,” Carson said, as they squatted to peer at the pie beginning to bake.
“I know, honey,” Maybelle said. She swatted Carson with a tea towel and sauntered out of the kitchen. “That’s how I’m able to fleece ‘em for all they’re worth.”
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Enceinte (3)
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary: Now at 16 weeks in your pregnancy, The avengers have been taking the Uncle and Aunty role with pride, With your nursery being built and painted. But it’s game night and what better way to do that than have the avengers have a sleepover?
Warnings: Sad!Nat turns into Soft!Nat and couldn’t help but end it in domestic!Avengers. Swearing and Bucky and Steve cheating at Uno. Also talks of parents disowning their child.
Y/S/P = Your sexual preference
A/N: Here’s part 3! I am so deeply sorry it’s taken this long! Enjoy!
Deciding to live in the compound while pregnant has been both a blessing and a curse. Unfortunately with your parents having disowned you when you came out as Y/S/P, you didn’t have very many people to tell, besides a few friends and cousins, To which they were ecstatic.
The positives are that Nat doesn’t miss a thing as her and the team have decided to only go on missions unless necessary. So now they can be there for milestones or help if you ever need it. Even Carol has decided to stay until her niece or nephew is born. You and Natasha have both been reading pregnancy and baby books and even Tony had the two of you sleep in a spare room temporarily as him and the team combine your room with the vacant one next door for the baby’s nursery which is now ready to decorate. In about 3 weeks you’ll be having your gender reveal, as you and Nat had agreed you were far too excited to wait to see if your baby was a boy or a girl. Despite it being your first pregnancy, Your 16 week baby bump was very much noticeable, and now you didn’t look like you ate too much the night before, like you did when your bump was first starting to grow.
You’ve been keeping as active as you could, doing mild workouts during the day to keep as fit as you can. You’ve noticed your skin has become a bit more clearer, as the ‘pregnancy glow’ makes it’s mark. Sometimes you’ll have random blood noses, which is normal as Dr Cho had to convince Nat a hundred times, but it didn’t make them any less annoying. Warm baths and back massages had become your best friend as your bump starts to grow, If your back pain is bad now you dread the pain that is to come. You’ll even become dizzy at random points during the day, and it’s handy having the avengers around to easily catch you if you start to sway.
You’ve started wearing maternity clothes, to which Nat loves. Your choice in bras have become different thanks to your ever growing breasts, and she loves finding new ways to take them off as fast as she can. The only thing she loves to pout about is the fact you’ve started sleeping on your left side, as now it’s rare she gets to see your face as you both lay in bed together. That doesn’t stop her from rubbing and talking to the baby every night though.
Finishing up in the gym for the day, you wipe your forehead to rid the sweat and take a swig from your drink bottle, taking a breather before you say goodbye to Steve and Bucky who are both training together. Making your way to Your’s and Nat’s bedroom, you pass Wanda and Carol in the hallway, who asks you how you were feeling and if you needed anything, much to your gratitude.
As you enter your room you immediately notice somethings wrong. You hear a sniffle before a soft cry, and you notice it’s coming from the nursery. A frown settles on your face as you walk in and you can’t help the feeling of your heartbreaking a little. There Nat sit’s in the middle of the empty room crying, staring up at the half finished Winnie the pooh themed wall mural Steve has started, making sure to leave a spot blank to paint the baby’s name when you and Nat have decided on one.
“Babe? What’s the matter?” You ask, slowly coming up behind her, placing your hands on her shoulders, softly peering at her face. Her puffy eyes look up at you and she gives you a small sad smile. “I thought I was the one that was supposed to be emotional.”
“I’m sorry, I just came in here to see the mural but then I couldn’t help but think how surreal all of this is. I mean I never would have thought 2 years ago that you’d be my girlfriend much less pregnant with our first child. I mean all my life I thought I’d never have kids much less a partner. I used to have nothing, and now I’ve got this job... and this, family that couldn’t love us any more.”
“It does seem a bit crazy doesn’t it.” You say softly, lightly massaging her shoulders as she lets a few more tears fall. You know the best thing right now is to just comfort her and let her have her moment.
“I am so incredibly lucky to have the team, and you, and especially our baby. Everything I’ve ever wanted right here and I don’t know how or why I deserve it.”
“To be quite honest with you my love I think we’re the lucky ones. To have someone so loving and forgiving like you is definitely rare. Beans going to have the most protective and playful mama, and I think I can speak for the team when I say there’s no one that could ever replace you. You deserve all of this, The team, the family and most importantly me and our baby.” You tell her honestly, placing her hand on your bump.
“You think so?” She asks with so much uncertainness.
“I know so.” You smile, to which she returns.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Nat replies, the soft smile on her face as she looks up at you.
“Yeah, multiple times.” You smile. “Now come on, we’re gonna go have a shower and go see the team, It’s game night.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
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“This game is bullshit!” Sam screams, slamming his uno cards on the table before standing up and kicking his chair. “He’s cheating!! There is no way he can win game 5 times in a row!! He just picked up 4 cards!”
“Stop being a sore loser.” A smug Bucky says, taking joy in his friends rage.
“Stand up and clean out your pockets.” You demand, also annoyed at your friend. Bucky does as you say with a smug smile on his face, pulling his pockets from his shorts and jumper, proving he didn’t cheat. When he sit’s down however, you catch something in the corner of your eye and you shake your head with scoff when Steve subtly high fives Bucky under the table. Nat must have seen it to, because she too shakes her head and speaks up.
“Steven, my lovely captain.” Natasha says albeit too sweetly.
“Yes Nat?” He replies, probably too quickly to come off as nonchalant.
“Would you like to stand up and empty your pockets too?” I finish instead, smiling at the blonde who looks at Bucky then stands and does the same, which ends in him pulling out roughly 10 cards from his sweatpants pocket.
“Are those Bucky’s Cards?” Wanda asks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“...no?” Steve replies. “They’re mine?”
“Steve is that or is it not Bucky’s cards?” Carol asks this time, her face stern, which you know is making Steve slightly panic. You see Bucky staring at Steve, almost daring him to lag on him.
“Okay fine. Buck and I made a deal that I would help him win because he always loses and he’s sick of Sam and Y/N always winning.” Steve confesses ashamedly, Bucky’s eyes widening in betrayal.
“I KNEW IT!!” Sam yells. Nat just stares dumbfounded, meanwhile Tony, Rhodey and Bruce just watch things unfold shaking their head in disappointment, Wanda and Carol stand up and start packing up the Uno cards as they both know no one will want to play after this. You, however, stare at Bucky with betrayal and hurt.
“You always say you want me to win! This is discrimination against pregnant women.” You joke, to which Nat laughs behind you.
“I think he wanted you to win so the baby will be named after him.” Rhodey inputs.
“Definitely won’t be now.” You say to which Bucky frowns. “Sorry pal lost your chance.”
“What-”
“Yeah because we all know the baby’s gonna be named after me.” Tony interrupts Bucky, pouring himself a drink at the bar.
“Jokes on all of you, we’re not naming the baby after any of you.” Nat replies, smiling matter-of-factly after nearly everyone looks at her offended. “You all suck.”
“Besides me.” Carol says, sticking her hand up.
“No definitely you.” Is Rhodey’s reply, causing Carol to throw the uno cards at him. Everyone begins to move into the common room, deciding to chill before someone picks a movie.
“Speaking of the baby, what’s the update?” Steve walks in, handing Wanda the chip bowl, who thanks him quietly.
“Well, Bean should be starting to hear sounds now hopefully, muscles are getting stronger and should be having coordinated arm and leg movement.” You explain, the team listening attentively.
“And Bean is now the size of an apple!” Natasha quickly adds.
“Seriously can’t wait to be an uncle.” Tony says, scratching his greying goatee. “How are you wanting to do the gender reveal?”
“Well so far it’s just gonna be all of us, Pete, Clint and his family, Fury, Sharon and Maria. Thor too if he’s back in time from Asgard. We’ll get Dr. Cho to put the respective colour in a big balloon and we’ll have like mini games and just have a fun time with all of us.” Nat explains. The team nods, and you can see Tony’s gears in his head rolling, probably just promoted himself the event planner.
“There is to be no one invited without our permission.” You direct to Tony, who just nods.
Just an hour later you and the team have all set up mattresses and blankets all over the common room, deciding to have a sleepover all together. Bruce and Rhodey as an exception as they believe they’re “too old” to have sleepovers. You and Nat set up on the end of all the mattresses, in case need to go toilet during the night. You’re surprised everyone agreed to do it, considering they’re the earths mightiest heroes.
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As the end credits of the fourth movie rolls around, you look around to see everyone but you and Nat have fallen asleep. You move back down and start to wiggle around to find a comfortable spot, but end up failing miserably.
“You okay babe?” Nat asks, lightly rubbing your back after you groan for the third time.
“Just can’t seem to get comfortable.” You mumble back, trying to fall asleep.
“Would you like me to go get your new pregnancy pillow?” She asks laying her head on your shoulder, to which you nod softly. Nat gives you a kiss on the cheek before she stands and steps over you to go get your pillow from your shared room. When she comes back a few minutes later, she helps you position yourself and when you finally find a comfortable spot, you can’t help but sigh in relief.
“Thank you my love.” You mumble, already drifting off.
“Go to sleep Malysh, I’ll try to not keep you awake while I say goodnight to Bean.” Nat whispers, already moving down to talk to your bump. You hum in goodnight before you drift off into a deep slumber.
Malysh = Baby
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Lover of Mine
if you know who posted this gif can some send it to me so I can credit them?? I can't find the post 😭
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader
Words: 1300+
Author's Note: I got such an angsty vibe from this gif that I wrote this up! It's heartbreaking but it has a happy ending, of course. I hope y'all enjoy xox
"God! Why are you being such an asshole!?" You yell at Ash while pacing in his living room as he stays seated on the couch, watching you.
"You just let some random guy flirt with you tonight?! How the fuck am I just supposed to stay calm?!" He yells back while throwing his hands into the air.
You look at him with wide eyes, not believing the words that came from his mouth. "Because you're supposed to trust me, Ash! Did you ever think that I can handle it? That I can dismiss a guy flirting with me because I'm in love with you?!" You exclaim and let out a scoff. Tears pool in your eyes as you run a hand through your hair. "Ashton… I don't know how much of the fighting I can handle. It's been nonstop with you."
Ashton looks up at you, his heart beating wildly in his chest and he pushes himself off the couch. "Baby, hold on," he starts and walks over to you. "I-I'm sorry. It's been a rough week at the studio and then shit was happening with my ex… I took my anger out on you. I'm sorry. Please."
He begs and starts to reach for you when you move away from him. "I'm sorry, but I need a break," you whisper to him and his heart rips in two. "I love you, I really do."
"Then don't leave," Ashton mumbles and feels a tear slide down his cheek.
"I have to. I'm hurting, Ash. I've cried myself to sleep so many times this week and I can't take it anymore," you inform him, squeezing his forearm.
"Will… will you come back?" He whispers, his voice cracking slightly and you look up at him through your lashes.
"Maybe," you mumble while shrugging your shoulders. You sigh and lean on your toes, pressing a delicate kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I love you."
"I love you, too. So much," Ash mutters and closes his eyes as you move away from him. You hold in the sobs as you grab a few of your things before heading out the door, looking back at him one last time. You swallow thickly and walk out the front door, softly closing it behind you.
Ashton stands in the middle of his living room, running his hands through his black hair as sobs leave his lips. "God damnit!" He yells and tosses one of the pillows across the room, letting out a deep sigh.
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It's been about two weeks since you broke it off with Ashton and neither of you has been doing well since. The boys were currently streaming with Amazon Music on twitch and Ash has been trying to stay focused, but his mind seems to be elsewhere.
You watched the stream while biting your nails, not really looking at anyone but Ashton. Your best friend comes into the room, her eyes glancing back and forth between you and the tv. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Bri asks and you dart your eyes towards hers.
"I just… miss him," you mumble and fiddle with your fingers. She sighs and plops down beside you. "I know it's my fault I left him in the first place, but I was hurting. He was hurting me. I regret not working things out."
The brunette rubs your back as tears stream down your cheeks. You notice Ashton's hazel eyes aren't as bright as they used to be. Ashton plays with a pen that sits on his desk, his eyes looking over the chat as Calum tells the story of how they met Andy.
Where's Y/N?!
How come Y/N hasn't checked up on Ash? She usually does.
Tell Y/N to come on screen!
Ashton reads all the comments talking about his ex-girlfriend. Is she even an ex? Are the two of you still together? His Adam's Apple bobs in his throat before rubbing his chin.
"I'll be right back, guys," Ashton mutters into his microphone and your heart drops at the cracks in his voice.
The boys eye him, a concerned expression on each of their faces as Ashton gets up from his chair and walks away. He steps into the bathroom and shuts the door before breaking down. The black-haired man takes deep breaths while leaning his hands against the sink.
"I think you should go over there and talk to him," Bri comments as you wait for Ash to come back. It's been about seven minutes since he walked off camera and you'd be lying if you said you weren't worried. "He obviously regrets what happened as well. You two need to make up."
You nod your head in agreement, your heart pounding against your chest as you stand up from her couch. "You're right," you whisper and Bri scoffs, shaking her head.
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right," she mentions and you let out a tiny laugh.
You grab your car keys off of the table before heading out her door. You take a few deep breaths while walking to your car, feeling the nervousness catching up to you.
Ashton comes back out after about fifteen minutes and slowly sits down in his chair. The boys halt the conversation they were having upon seeing the drummer come back into view. Ash gives them a sad smile while pushing some hair out of his face.
"Sorry about that. I-" he pauses and clears his throat before continuing, "I saw a couple of comments about Y/N and kinda had a breakdown."
Calum gives his brother a sympathetic smile, his heart hurting for the man over the loss of his girl. "It's alright, man. It's only been two weeks. You're allowed to be hurt," he exclaims and Ashton nods his head slowly.
"So, for you all that don't know… Y/N and I are-" he starts but gets cut off by rapid knocks on his front door. Ash furrows his eyebrows together, wondering who could be standing outside his door. "Be right back."
You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. You think to yourself over and over as you wait for Ashton to answer his door. You run your fingers through your hair, letting out a huff of breath as you start to think this isn't a great idea. Just as you were about to turn around and head back to Bri's, the front door creaks open.
Your breath hitches in your throat as Ashton stands in front of you, a confused look on his face. "Y/N…?" He trails off and the tears are already pooling in your eyes. You lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
Ashton stumbles a bit, his arms immediately wrapping themselves around your waist. He closes his eyes and inhales your scent, missing having you in his arms. "I'm so sorry. We're both hurting because of me and I regret what I did so much," you mumble into his neck as you were gripping his shirt.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay. I don't blame you," he whispers and places a soft kiss to your shoulder.
You flutter your eyes shut as your fingers card through his dark hair. "Can you forgive me?" You ask him and he pulls away from you, a gentle smile on his lips. "Will you still take me back?"
Ashton strokes your cheek with his thumb. "Of course I will. I've been a mess without you," he breathes out and you let out a sigh of relief, resting your forehead against his.
"I love you," you whisper and Ash lifts your chin up to press a kiss to your lips.
"I love you too. Now, c'mon," he smiles and motions for you to come inside. You nod your head, intertwining your fingers with his as you follow the black-haired man inside.
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spn quotes: season one
i’m collecting a bunch of quotes from the show! favorite lines, good points of characterization, etc. all organized by episode and character, and with timestamps!
w/ncest shippers get lost
season two.
1. PILOT
Dean—
[Sam: So we kill everything we can find.] Save a lot of people doing it, too. (08:51)
I can’t do this alone. [Sam: Yes, you can.] Yeah. Well, I don’t want to. (09:30)
[Officer: So. Fake U.S. Marshal, fake credit cards. You got anything that’s real?] My boobs. (28:50)
Sam—
When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45. [Dean: What was he supposed to do?] I was 9 years old. He was supposed to say, “Don’t be afraid of the dark.” (08:30)
You think Mom would’ve wanted this for us? (08:58)
We were raised like warriors. (09:06)
[Dean: Are you just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?] No, not normal. Safe. [And that’s why you ran away.] I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. (09:09)
[Dean: You’re really serious about this, aren’t you? You think you’re just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?] Maybe. Why not? [Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you’ve done?] No, and she’s not ever going to know. [Well, that’s healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later you’re gonna have to face up to who you really are.] And who is that? [One of us.] No. I’m not like you. This is not going to be my life. (22:45)
If it weren’t for pictures, I wouldn’t even know what Mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom’s gone, and she isn’t coming back. (23:17)
2. W*ND*G* ( x )
Dean—
Her brother’s missing, Sam. She’s not just gonna sit this out. (14:55)
[Hailey: And you’re hiking out in biker boots and jeans?] Well, sweetheart, I don’t do shorts. (15:54)
I’m supposed to be the belligerent one, remember? (25:13)
The way I see it, Dad’s given us a job to do, and I intend to do it. (26:31)
All that anger, you can’t keep it burning over the long haul. It’s gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man. [Sam: How do you do it? How does Dad do it?] Well, for one, them. I mean, I figure our family’s so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. It makes things a little bit more bearable. And I’ll tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can. (27:05)
Sam—
[Dean: No, you’re not fine. You’re like a powder keg, man. It’s not like you.] (25:06)
3. DEAD IN THE WATER
Dean—
You don’t think I want to find Dad as much as you do? [Sam: Yeah, I know you do, it’s just—] I’m the one that’s been with him every single day for the past two years while you’ve been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we’re gonna kill everything bad between here and there, okay? (04:09)
Well, maybe you don’t think anyone will listen to you, or... or believe you. I want you to know that I will. (11:58)
You’re scared. It’s okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn’t feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that everyday. And I do my best to be brave. (20:14)
What if we missed something? What if more people get hurt? [Sam: But why would you think that?] Because Lucas was really scared. [That’s what this is about?] I just don’t want to leave town until I know the kid’s okay. (29:48)
Sam—
People don’t just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them. (03:51)
4. PHANTOM TRAVELER
Dean—
It’s your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp. (05:18)
Sam—
[Dean: It’s your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp.] (05:18)
[Jerry: Well, he was real proud of you, I could tell. You know, he talked about you all the time.] He did? (07:09)
Hey, hey, it’s just a little turbulence. [Sam, this place is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I’m friggin’ 4.] You need to calm down. [Well, I’m sorry, I can’t!] Yes, you can. [Dude. Stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap. It’s not helping.] Listen, if you’re panicked, you’re wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down right now. (30:26)
5. BLOODY MARY
Dean—
Do I look like Paris Hilton? (18:08)
Her boyfriend killing himself, that’s not really Charlie’s fault. (29:54)
Now listen to me. It wasn’t your fault. It you want to blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or, hell, why don’t you take a swing at me? I’m the one that dragged you away from her. [Sam: I don’t blame you.] Well, you shouldn’t blame yourself, because there’s nothing you could’ve done. (31:24)
Sam—
[Dean: Hell, why don’t you take a swing at me? I’m the one that dragged you away from her.] I don’t blame you. (31:37)
Charlie. Your boyfriend’s death, you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn’t have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen. (40:37)
6. SKIN
Dean—
He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home with Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends, you could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. [Sam: What are you talking about?] You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. (24:21)
Sam—
[Rebecca: It must be lonely.] Oh, no. No, it’s not so bad. Anyway, what can I do? It’s my family. (39:02)
Misc—
Shifter: Evolution is about mutation, right? So maybe this thing was born human, but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else. (27:14)
7. HOOK MAN
Dean—
I told you, you don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius. (14:59)
[Sam: Hey, be quiet.] Me be quiet? You be quiet! (19:48)
Sam—
[Dean: You’ve been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!] This wasn’t really my experience. [Let me guess—library, studying, straight A’s. What a geek.] (21:30)
8. BUGS
Dean—
Growing up in a place like this would freak me out. [Sam: Why?] The manicured lawns, how-was-your-day-honey? I’d blow my brains out. [There’s nothing wrong with normal.] I’d take our family over normal any day. (08:21)
[Sam: You’ll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad.] What kind of advice is that? Kid should stick with his family. (20:26)
Hey, so with that kid back there, how could you tell him to just ditch his family like that? [Sam: Just, uh, I know what the kid’s going through.] How about telling him to respect his old man? How’s that for advice? (23:20)
Matt, under no circumstances are you to tell the truth. He’ll just think you’re nuts. Tell him you have a sharp pain in your right side and you gotta go to the hospital, okay? [Matt: Yeah, okay.] Make him listen? What are you thinking? (32:44)
Sam—
Remind you of somebody? Dad? [Dean: Dad never treated us like that.] Well, Dad never treated you like that. You were perfect. He was all over my case. ...You don’t remember. [Dean: Well, maybe he had to raise his voice but sometimes you were out of line.] Right. Right, like when I said I’d rather play soccer than learn bowhunting. (11:46)
[Matt: Larry doesn’t listen to me.] Why not? [Mostly? He’s too disappointed in his freak son.] I hear ya. [Dean: You do?] Matt, how old are you? [Matt: Sixteen.] Well, don’t sweat it, ‘cause in two years something great’s gonna happen. [What?] College. You’ll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad. (20:04)
[Dean: Hey, so with that kid back there, how could you tell him to just ditch his family like that?] Just, uh, I know what the kid’s going through. [How about telling him to respect his old man? How’s that for advice?] Dean, come on. This isn’t about his old man. You think I didn’t respect Dad, that’s what this is about. [Just forget it, alright? Sorry I brought it up.] I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough. [So what are you saying, that Dad was disappointed in you?] Was? Is! Always has been. [Why would you think that?] Because I didn’t wanna bowhunt or hustle pool, because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which to our whacked-out family, made me the freak. (23:20)
Dean, you know what most dads are when their kids score a full-ride? Proud. Most dads don’t toss their kids out of the house. [Dean: I remember that fight. In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases coming out of your mouth.] You know, truth is, when we finally do find Dad, I don’t know if he’s even gonna wanna see me. (24:05)
9. HOME
Dean—
And then you tell me that I’ve got to go back home, especially when... [Sam: When what?] When I swore to myself that I would never go back there. (07:56)
I remember the fire, the heat. Then I carried you out the front door. [Sam: You did?] Yeah, well, you never knew that? [No.] (12:38)
I don’t know what to do. So, whatever you’re doing. if you could get here... please. I need your help, Dad. (14:45)
Sam—
[Dean: I remember the fire, the heat. Then I carried you out the front door.] You did? [Yeah, well, you never knew that?] No. (12:38)
Misc—
Missouri: All those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds, and sometimes wounds get infected. (27:15)
10. ASYLUM
Dean—
[Sam: This is a job. Dad wants us to work a job.] Yeah, well, maybe we’ll meet up with him. Maybe he’s there. [Maybe he’s not. I mean, he could be sending us there by ourselves to hunt this thing.] Who cares? If he wants us there, it’s good enough for me. [This doesn’t strike you as weird? The texting, the coordinates?] Sam. Dad’s telling us to go somewhere. We’re going. (07:05)
[Sam: We deserve some answers. I mean, this is our family we’re talking about.] I understand that, Sam, but he’s given us an order. [So what, we gotta always follow Dad’s order?] Of course we do. (12:17)
[Sam: I mean, why are we even here? ‘Cause you’re following Dad’s orders like a good little soldier? ‘Cause you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?] (36:52)
Sam—
[Dean: We’ve got to burn Ellicott’s bones, and all this will be over, and you’ll be back to normal.] I am normal. I’m just telling you the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? ‘Cause you’re following Dad’s orders like a good little soldier? ‘Cause you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval? [This isn’t you talking.] That’s the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I’m not pathetic like you. [So what are you gonna do? You gonna kill me?] You know, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. (36:43)
11. SCARECROW
Dean—
[Sam: I don’t understand the blind faith you have in the man. I mean, it’s like you don’t even question him.] Yeah, it’s called being a good son. You’re a selfish bastard, you know that? You just do whatever you want. You don’t care what anyone thinks. (08:08)
[Sam: You know, if you’re hinting you need my help, just ask.] I’m not hinting anything. Actually, uh... I want you to know... I mean, don’t think... [Yeah. I’m sorry, too.] Sam.... You were right. You got to do your own thing. You got to live your own life. [You serious?] You’ve always known what you want, and you go after it. You stand up to Dad. I mean, you always have. Hell, I wish I.... Anyway. I admire that about you. I’m proud of you, Sammy. [I don’t even know what to say.] Say you’ll take care of yourself. (25:04)
Sam—
[Dean: Dad doesn’t want our help.] I don’t care. [He’s given us an order.] I don’t care. We don’t always have to do what he says. [Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives. It’s important.] Alright, I understand. Believe me, I understand. But I’m talking one week here, man, to get answers. To get revenge. [Alright, look, I know how you feel.] Do you? How old were you when Mom died, 4? Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel? (07:25)
[Meg: I had to get away from my family.] Why? [I love my parents. And they wanted what’s best for me. They just didn’t care if I wanted it. I was supposed to be smart, but not smart enough to scare away a husband. Well, it’s just.... Because my family said so, I’m supposed to sit there and do what I was told. So I just went on my own way instead. ...I’m sorry. The things you say to people you hardly know.] No, no, it’s okay. I know how you feel. Remember that brother I mentioned before that I was road-tripping with? It’s kind of the same deal. [And that’s why you’re not riding with him anymore? ...Here’s to us. The food might be bad, and the beds might be hard, but at least we’re living our own lives and nobody else’s.] (21:11)
[Med: You’re running back to your brother? The guy you ran away from? Why, because he won’t pick up his phone? Sam, come with me to California.] I can’t. I’m sorry. [Why not?] He’s my family. (31:13)
12. FAITH
Dean—
Looks like you’re gonna leave town without me. [Sam: What are you talking about? I’m not gonna leave you here.] You better take care of that car. I swear I’ll haunt your ass. [I don’t think that’s funny.] Oh, come on, it’s a little funny. (04:44)
[Sam: Maybe it’s time to have a little faith, Dean.] You know what I got faith in? Reality—knowing what’s really going on. [How can you be a skeptic, with the things we see every day?] Exactly, we see them. We know they’re real. [But if you know evil’s out there, how can you not believe good’s out there too?] ‘Cause I’ve seen what evil does to good people. (08:10)
[Roy: I looked into your heart and you just...stood out from all the rest.] What did you see in my heart? [A young man with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn’t finished.] (15:27)
You never should’ve brought me here. [Sam: Dean, I was just trying to save your life.] Sam, some guy is dead now because of me. (19:30)
The guy is playing God, deciding who lives and dies. That’s a monster in my book. (22:42)
[Layla: I wish you luck. I really do.] Same to you. You deserve it a lot more than me. (30:38)
[Sam: To cross a line like that, that preacher’s wife—black magic, murder. Evil.] Desperate. Her husband was dying. She would’ve done anything to save him. (31:35)
God save us from half the people who think they’re doing God’s work. (32:04)
[Sam: What’s happening to her is horrible. But what are you gonna do? Let somebody else die to save her? You said it yourself, Dean—you can’t play God.] (32:58)
Must be rough, to believe in something so much and have it disappoint you like that. (40:57)
You know, I’m not much of the praying type, but I’m gonna pray for you. [Layla: Well. There’s a miracle right there.] (42:00)
Sam—
[Dean: I’m gonna die. And you can’t stop it.] Watch me. (05:23)
[Dean: You’re not gonna let me die in peace, are you?] I’m not gonna let you die, period. (07:04)
How can you be a skeptic, with the things we see everyday? [Dean: Exactly, we see them. We know they’re real.] If you know evil’s out there, how can you not believe good’s out there too? (08:18)
[The guy is playing God, deciding who lives and dies. That’s a monster in my book.] No, we’re not gonna kill a human being, Dean. We do that, we’re no better than he is. (22:42)
Misc—
Layla: I guess if you’re gonna have faith, you can’t just have it when the miracles happen. You have to have it when they don’t. (41:19)
13. ROUTE 666
Dean—
[Sam: Look man, everybody’s got to open up to someone sometime.] Yeah, I don’t. It was stupid to get that close. (13:06)
[Cassie: Whenever we get—what’s the word?—close? Anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability, you back off or make some joke or find any way to shut the door on me.] (15:19)
Sam—
You told her. You told her the secret. Our big family rule number one—we do what we do and we shut up about it. For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times, and you tell her everything? (04:18)
Oh, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms. [Dean: So I guess I saved you from a boring existence.] Occasionally I miss boring. [So, this killer truck—] I miss conversations that didn’t start with “this killer truck.” (29:31)
Ever make you wonder if it’s worth it? Putting everything on hold, doing what we do? (39:10)
14. NIGHTMARE
Dean—
[Sam: Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people—I’m sorry, man. I hate to say it, but it’s not that insane.] Yeah, but it doesn’t justify murdering your entire family. [Dean—] He’s no different than anything else we’ve hunted. Alright? We gotta end him. [We’re not gonna kill Max.] Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say, “Lock him up, officer. He kills people with the power of his mind.” [Forget it. No way, man.] Sam— [Dean, he’s a person. We can talk to him. Hey, promise me you’ll follow my lead on this one.] Alright, fine. But I’m not letting him hurt anybody else. (25:01)
[Sam: We’re lucky we had Dad.] I never thought I’d hear you say that. [Well, it could have gone a whole ‘nother way after Mom. A little more tequila, a little less demon hunting, then we would have had Max’s childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay. Thanks to him.] All things considered. (38:27)
As long as I’m around, nothing bad’s gonna happen to you. (41:27)
Sam—
Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people. [Dean: What’s that?] Both our families are cursed. [Our family’s not cursed. We’ve just... had our dark spots.] Our dark spots are pretty dark. (19:13)
I was connecting to Max. The thing I don’t get it why, man. I guess because we’re so alike? [Dean: What are you talking about? Dude’s nothing like you.] Well, we both have psychic abilities. We’re both— [Both what? Sam, Max is a monster. He’s already killed two people, now he’s gunning for a third.] Well, with what he went through, the beatings, to want revenge on those people—I’m sorry, man. I hate to say it, but it’s not that insane. (24:43)
If I just said something else, gotten through to him somehow. [Dean: Don’t do that.] Do what? [Torture yourself. It wouldn’t have mattered what you said. Max was too far gone.] When I think about how he looked at me, man, right before.... I should have done something. [Come on, man, you risked your life. I mean, yeah, maybe if we’d have gotten there 20 years earlier.] Well, I’ll tell you one thing. We’re lucky we had Dad. [I never thought I’d hear you say that.] Well, it could have gone a whole ‘nother way after Mom. A little more tequila, a little less demon hunting, then we would have had Max’s childhood. All things considered, we turned out okay. Thanks to him. (38:03)
15. THE BENDERS
Dean—
Look... he’s family. And I kind of—I kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let me go with you. [Kathleen: I’m sorry, I can’t do that.] Well, tell me something. Your country has its fair share of missing persons. Any of ‘em come back? Sam’s my responsibility, and he’s coming back. I’m bringing him back. (08:56)
When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, I’ve felt responsible for him. You know, like it’s my job to keep him safe. I’m just afraid if we don’t find him fast.... Please. He’s my family. (15:04)
Demons, I get. People are crazy. (28:08)
If you hurt my brother, I’ll kill you, I swear. I’ll kill you all. I will kill you all! (35:54)
16. SHADOW
Dean—
[Sam: What are you gonna do when it’s all over?] It’s never gonna be over. There’s gonna be others. There’s always gonna be something to hunt. [But there’s got to be something that you want for yourself.] Yeah, I don’t want you to leave the second this thing’s over, Sam. [Dude. What’s your problem?] Why do you think I drag you everywhere, huh? Why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place? [’Cause Dad was in trouble. ‘Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom.] Yes, that, but it’s more than that, man. You and me and Dad. I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again. [Dean, we are a family. I’d do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before.] They could be. (24:04)
Sam—
What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I’d sleep for a month. Go back to school, just be a person again. (23:42)
Dean, we are a family. I’d do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before. [Dean: They could be.] I don’t want them to be. I’m not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you’re gonna have to let me go my own way. (25:02)
Misc—
[Sam: Go to hell.] Meg: Baby, I’m already there. (30:22)
17. HELL HOUSE
Dean—
People believe in Santa Clause. How come I’m not getting hooked up every Christmas? [Sam: ‘Cause you’re a bad person.] (27:01)
Sam—
Man, we’re not kids anymore, Dean. We’re not gonna start that crap up again. [Dean: Start what up?] That prank stuff. It’s stupid, and it always escalates. (04:24)
Kind of makes you wonder—of all the things we hunted, how many existed just ‘cause people believed in them? (37:17)
18. SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES
Dean—
[Sam: What makes you so sure?] Well, because I’m the oldest, which means I’m always right. [No it doesn’t.] It totally does. (03:38)
Listen to me. I can promise you that this is not your fault, okay? [Michael: It’s my job to look after him.] (20:53)
I know how you feel, I’m a big brother, too. But you got to go easy on your mom right now, okay? (21:24)
Dad did not send me here to walk away. [Sam: Send you here? He didn’t send you here, he sent us here.] This isn’t about you, Sam, alright? I’m the one that screwed up. It’s my fault. There’s no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me. (25:35)
Dad never spoke about it again. I didn’t ask. But he, uh... he looked at me different, you know, which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order, and I didn’t listen, and I almost got you killed. [Sam: You were just a kid.] Don’t—don’t. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it. (29:26)
Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to. It’s okay, I won’t be mad. (33:57)
[Sam: Sometimes I wish that...] What? [I wish I could have that kind of innocence.] If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too. (40:05)
Sam—
Dean, I’m sorry. [Dean: For what?] You know. I’ve really given you a lot of crap for always following Dad’s orders, but I know why you do it. (34:39)
Sometimes I wish that... [Dean: What?] I wish I could have that kind of innocence. [If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too.] (40:05)
19. PROVENANCE
Dean—
I’m sure that this is about Jessica, right? Now, I don’t know what it’s like to lose somebody like that, but... I would think that she would want you to be happy. God forbid have fun once in a while. (20:47)
Sam—
I had a girlfriend. And she died. And my mom died, too. I don’t know, it’s like... it’s like I’m cursed or something. Like death just follows me around. Look, I’m not scared of much, but if I let myself have feelings for anybody— [Sarah: You’re scared they get hurt, too.] (30:39)
Misc—
Sarah: I know, losing somebody you love—it’s terrible. You shut yourself off. Believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain, you shut out everything else, too. (31:27)
20. DEAD MAN’S BLOOD
Dean—
He does what he does for a reason. [Sam: What reason?] Our job. There’s no time to argue. There’s no margin for error, alright? It’s just the way the old man runs things. [Yeah, well, maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore, alright? Not after everything you and I have been through, Dean. I mean, are you telling me you’re cool with just falling into line and letting him run the whole show?] If that’s what it takes. (14:51)
Sam—
I’m happy he’s okay, alright? I’m happy that we’re all working together. [Dean: Good.] It’s just the way he treats us like children. [Oh, God.] He barks orders at us, Dean. He expects us to follow him without question. He keeps us on some crap need-to-know deal. [He does what he does for a reason.] What reason? [Our job. There’s no time to argue. There’s no margin for error, alright? It’s just the way the old man runs things.] Yeah, well, maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore, alright? Not after everything you and I have been through, Dean. I mean, are you telling me you’re cool with just falling into line and letting him run the whole show? (14:51)
[John: You left. Your brother and me, we needed you. You walked away, Sam. You walked away!] You’re the one who said “Don’t come back,” Dad. You’re the one who closed that door, not me! You were just pissed off that you couldn’t control me anymore! (19:27)
[John: Sammy, it never occurred to me what you wanted. I just couldn’t accept the fact that you and me, we’re just different.] We’re not different. Not anymore. With what happened to Mom and Jess, we probably have a lot more in common than just about anyone. (29:20)
Misc—
John: This is never the life that I wanted for you. [Sam: Then why’d you get so mad when I left?] You got to understand something. After your mother passed, all I saw was evil, everywhere. And all I cared about was keeping you boys alive. I wanted you prepared, ready. So somewhere along the line, I stopped being your father. I became your drill sergeant. So when you said that you wanted to go away to school, all I could think about, my only thought was that you were gonna be alone, vulnerable. (28:21)
21. SALVATION
Dean—
For the last time, what happened to them is not your fault. [Sam: Yeah, you’re right, it’s not my fault, but it’s my problem!] No, it’s not your problem, it’s our problem! (05:42)
You’re just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it? [Sam: Yeah. Yeah, you’re damn right I am.] Yeah, well, that’s not gonna happen—not as long as I’m around. [What the hell are you talking about, Dean? We’ve been searching for this demon our whole lives. It’s the only thing we’ve ever cared abut.] Sam, I want to waste it, I do, okay? But it’s not worth dying over. [What?] I mean it. If hunting this demon means you getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing. [That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom,] You said yourself once that no matter what we do, they’re gone. And they’re never coming back. [Don’t you say that! Don’t you—not after all this, don’t you say that.] Sam, look. The three of us, that’s all we have. And it’s all I have. Sometimes I feel like I’m barely holding it together, man. Without you or Dad.... (37:51)
Sam—
So Mom’s death, Jessica—it’s all because of me? [Dean: We don’t know that, Sam.] Oh really? ‘Cause I’d say we’re pretty damn sure, Dean! [For the last time, what happened to them is not your fault.] Yeah, you’re right, it’s not my fault, but it’s my problem! (05:34)
Misc—
John: I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school. I want Dean to have a home. I want Mary alive. I just want this to be over. (21:10)
22. DEVIL’S TRAP
Dean—
You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there. [Sam: You didn’t have a choice, Dean.] I know. That’s not what bothers me. [Then what does?] Killing that guy, killing Meg... I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t even flinch. For you or Dad, the things I’m willing to do or kill, it’s just... it scares me sometimes. [Azazel!John: It shouldn’t. You did good.] You’re not mad? [For what?] Using a bullet. [Mad? I’m proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you, you watch out for this family. You always have.] (29:41)
Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? ‘Cause I really can’t stand the monologuing. [Azazel: Funny, but that’s all part of your M.O., isn’t it? Mask all that nasty pain, mask the truth.] Oh yeah? What’s that? [You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is, they don’t need you. Not like you need them. Sam—he’s clearly John’s favorite. Even when they fight, it’s more concern than he’s ever shown you.] (36:52)
Sam—
[Dean: Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can’t wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I’m gonna be the one to bury you. You’re selfish, you know that? You don’t care about anything but revenge.] (19:24)
Misc—
Azazel: He’s gonna tear you apart. He’s gonna taste the iron in your blood. [Dean: Let him go, or I swear to God—] What? What are you and God gonna do? (35:09)
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50 Reasons why
Plot: Harry and Y/N have had an on and off relationship for 4 years, They truly feel like true love was what kept them together but nobody will take control.They had a beautiful baby boy together and the love they share was pure so pure that Harry decides to try and take control even if it was too late and the woman he called his wife was over him.
A/N: The Plot Is short but the story is long, complex and beautiful. It’s based on a true story. Please listen to the song while you are listening Via Spotify or apple music, Please it makes it so much better! I have a youtube link. I said that Harry wrote and sung the song but it was a musical named rent if you don’t know lol Let me know if you want a part two
Link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-9pvtRwaKHY
Triggers: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Tears?, Heart break.
Word Count: 5,843
Harry was up all night, that’s how it’s been the last few days he couldn’t sleep without Y/N by his side. Harry knows that he did this to himself from pulling away from his former wife, when he began to struggle with his own personal demons. Harry finally sat up as he saw the light coming through the blinds of his home, he looked at his phone for a moment just hoping to get even the smallest text from his former lover but it was sadly nothing. Harry finally decided that he needed to take control of this situation, he needed his feelings to be out there and for Y/N to understand what he truly felt.
This gave Harry the amazing idea, he was going to mix a romantic gesture with him pouring out his heart. This was going to start with Harry writing an emotional letter for the woman that he loved before words, he then ordered 50 roses and sent them to Y/N home after he checked with a couple of friends that she still lived there. This of course was Harry’s favorite thing that he’s done for a little while and he was beyond excited about finally having some control.
Y/N and Harry have been talking every night since Y/N reached out, making sure her ex husband was okay. She never wanted to put him in a bad place, but she knew that it was for the better that they split up even if the divorce was rough enough on both of them. Y/N was shocked when she woke up to his friend calling her from downstairs, the woman rushed down the stairs in fear of something much more horrible. Y/N covered her mouth as she looked around at the 50 dozen roses that filled her living room and dining room.
Roger looked at his best friend before saying “Girl he wants you back so bad” Y/N looked around just as shocked before grabbing a letter that was kept separate from the roses which made her smile seeing Harry’s handwriting “I’ll read these to you just because you are here” The woman admitted before her best friend nodded as he watched her open the letter “Okay here we go” the woman said shaking her head as she began reading.
“I know that you told me not to write this and normally I would listen but I can’t help it, I saw this post that I made for you that was written like a year ago I think and it was crazy because you don’t think you could ever add to a post like that. I could though, it was talking about how you make me feel all of these things! I wasn’t sure how it was possible to add more but once I actually sat down and began thinking about how I could it was easy as hell. I’ll show you the post so you know which one I’m talking about.” The woman’s eyes were already filling with tears as she began to read the post Harry wrote for her on her birthday last year.
“My Love,
As I am writing, I have a million thoughts running through my mind. This letter is meant to be a testament to the feelings I feel for you – you are the one person that can put a smile on my face, even on those days when I am feeling down. You are the reason I am able to lay in bed and fall asleep peacefully. Looking at it, you have offered me new opportunities that no other person would be able to offer me. As you lay next to me in bed sleeping, I lay there and wonder what I did to get so lucky in my life.
You are the one that has reached out and showed me the true meaning of what it feels like to be in peace. There is no other person in this world that could have done that for me. It amazes me that someone with such outer beauty as so much inside her as well. I feel like I am floating when I am with you. My days get brighter when I am with you. I still manage to get these butterflies when I see you. I guess overall I love you. “ Y/N shook her head as she sniffled trying to get herself to compose herself once before she looked at her friend “Please Read the rest” she asked as Y/B/F/N took the letter and began with the next page
“I wrote that on 10/23 that was literally 3 days after you and I got together. That was the day I meant the love of my life and the woman would become the mother of my children, I told you last night but let me rephrase so everyone can see it.
I may not show all the time and that’s because I’m shitty at human emotions but you are the most important person to me. When I’m down you bring me up without realizing you are. When I’m beyond crazy you manage to bring me back down to earth I didn’t wanna tell you because it goes back to the whole “what the fuck does this beautiful ass woman see in me like?” And that goes back to the whole I don’t think I’m worthy of love but you truly make me like I’m worthy even though I fuck up nonstop you still manage to love me even when I’m stupid as shit.” Roger stooped as he began to run his hand up and down his friend’s back “He is quite the words man” this caused them both to chuckle as her friend went on
“I mean every word of that ten times over, no matter what stupid shit I do you manage to find a way to forgive me. Y/N from all the adventures we go on from fucking around and getting hitched in Vegas, to getting married in Paris or maybe me trying to drown you bora bora. That is still not confirmed, I’m only joking but I don’t feel like there are enough words to describe our relationship hell our marriage. Happy birthday to the love of my life, you still manage to keep on my toes but I think that’s because of how amazing you.” Roger gasped “that’s what he wrote for your birthday? I can barely get laid from mine” Y/N laughed as she ran her hand over where her ring used to see as she took the paper and read the last paragraph
“I found that post still saved in my phone and if I’m honest it started off a long list of things that I miss about you and I’ll break that down one by one so give me a minute haha, I’m going to call this the 50 reasons why I love you and the reason why I think we should try just once more and If it doesn’t work then that’s fine and the reason it’s fine is that we have such an amazing friendship that I don’t ever wanna lose. You give me hope even when I am hopeless. I can use all of those typical relationship quotes and for once I understand why they are like that. Okay fine I’ll get one with my list haha.”
Y/N brain finally connected the dots as she looked around at all of the roses “They are in order from number 50” the woman shook her head as she looked at the roses once more, this was going to be a long night. Y/N quickly got started as she picked up the number 50
“50.) I like the way you look at me.
I don’t know it’s possible but when you look at me, I feel this flutter in my chest telling me that I just saw the most beautiful woman look at me. I am also in a position where your eyes tell me so much more than you ever want to let one.” Y/N smiled sweetly as she kept going on
“49.) Your Skin Care
I don’t think I could tell you what you are actually doing when you start the process but I can tell you that I love how you almost become instantly relaxed when you start it and I love seeing that. I love to see how you can wind down from your day and just a little face cream helps you so much with that. “ Y/N looked at her best friend as ran her finger through her hair before giggling “He used to literally roll his eyes everytime I would even begin” Y/N shook her head as she smiled a little before she grabbed the next card
“48.) Those Legs
I love the feeling of running my hands up and down your legs, the way they curve so perfectly, and the length. Please don’t get me started because I don’t think I could stop. They are smooth and always smell so good.” Roger laughed as he lightly smacked her thigh “told you those legs were killer” Y/N laughed as she shook her head “Next one” she said
“47.) Your Touch
The way you used to just run your fingers over my arm or trace outlines on my chest. I used to always look down at you and the minute I felt the tips of your fingers, I would freeze only for a second but that’s because I was shocked you were there.” Y/N looked down at the card as she closed her eyes “I don’t think I can truly get through these” The woman smiled but she kept going
“46.) When you Play with my Hair
This doesn’t get enough credit and I took advantage of it. When I used to lay on your chest and just listen to your heart you would run your fingers through my hair and I would always feel my heart speed up because it felt so good. It felt like you were giving my head the greatest massage of all time” .
“45.) You see the positives when I see Negatives.
I could come to you about something as simple as wanting to know what I should have for lunch and you can give me a whole pro list of different places I could eat. You literally turn every point in our life positively just by counteracting my negative. It makes us work really well but it also shows me how I should look at the world.”
44.) How you used to rub my back
I know this sounds like I am repeating myself but I’m not. You used to straddle my waist and rub my back after the gym, It would give me this relaxing feeling and the way your fingers worked the muscles that were sore out and made me feel like I was jello. I can’t thank you enough...
43.) When You Picked Me
I don’t think anyone was as shocked as me when it happened, I slide into your DMS a nervous man knowing that you had just gotten out of a relationship but I kept my heart open to the small chance I had. When you agreed to go on that date with me I couldn’t even believe it like Why was she settling but I thank my lucky stars for the day over and over.
42.) When You Just Wanted To Cuddle.
I would wake up and have to get up for the gym but you would always pull me back down and ask for five more minutes and the minutes I got a smell of your hair I couldn’t say no. I would have to stay for five more minutes.
41.) The Way You Wake Up.
You always sit up and stretch before you look over at me and lean in to kiss me, I would always try to turn it into a little bit more but you would always say that your breath stunk and I remember that I could never bring it to your attention that I never smelt your breath, I was to busy focusing on my beautiful wife.
40.) Your Feet At Night.
You know that I hate feet with a passion but I love the way you bury your feet under my legs when you get cold when we are together. I used to hate it now that I don't have it. I just miss it.
39.) We Could Watch Cartoons Together.
I never figured that would be something that made me love someone but it truly made me love you more, I could put Peppa pig on but we could still cuddle and just read.
38.) I’ll Always Remember Your Favorite Flower
I will always make sure to have your favorite bouquet of flowers and I will always know that they need to be a dark red because Maroon is one of your favorite colors.
37.) Your Ankles.
I remember when I would be messing around with you, I would always grab your ankle. I would leave a kiss on your ankle, I would hold your ankle. I think I don’t want to admit how much I love kissing your ankle.
36.) You never make me feel dumb.
You are genuinely one of the smartest people I know and somehow you’ve never made me feel like I was less because I don’t know as much as you but you would even try to explain it to her.
35.) How you watch your favorite show,
I’ve noticed that you would religiously watch the same show over and over and that would drive me insane now I find myself watching them just to think you are here.
34.) How You Pull Me Closer.
I would try not to fall asleep first but the minute I did, I would feel you pull me closer and keep me close until you either felt safe or just content. I would love every minute I remember.
33.) Your Dancing
You always dance like nobody's watching and I love that. I love the way you mix current music and start doing the boogie haha I also love the way you twerk lol
32.) Your Quick Replies
I would feel myself becoming closer to snapping and you would always lighten my mood with a little small quick roast, It would always make me feel better.
31.) Your Love For Dogs
I’ve never seen someone care about our living things, I would always be a little shy about them at first but you would go and bear hug the dog no matter what haha.
The next ten flowers were labeled NSFW which meant that Y/N was’t going to read them out loud but her friend was quick to put that idea down “Nope, I’m emotionally invested you need to read them all” Y/N blushed before nodding as she looked at the next card reading loudly
“30.) Your moans
Those are literally crack, I would hear that moan and it would get me ready almost instantly. I hear the moan almost every night and well let’s just say I miss hearing it in person.” Y/N was blushing already as her best friend laughed “Oh this is adorable keep going”
“29.) Your Whispers
I don’t know if you thought I could hear but when you whisper in my ear, I feel myself almost buckling at my knees and smiling just because I know exactly where to touch to make those moans come out.”
“28.) Your Nails
I miss the way your nail would run down my back, they could be long or short. They were just this naturally fuck me harder button and I swear every time you did it I was ready for you all over again.”
“27.) Your Taste.
This is not a place that I can beat around the bush, I miss the feeling of going down on you. I miss feeling those fingers in my hair as I eat the most amazing peach that I could’ve ever tasted in my life” Roger laughed as he held his chest “Girl you better get back with him, that alone would have be running back” Y/N covered her face as she closed her eyes “Okay next one”
“26.) Your Lips
I miss how those lips felt against mine, they are the softest things I’ve ever kissed, and the way you bit your bottom lip is just unreal.”
“25.) Your Smirk
You only use this when you know you’ve won and it’s my favorite thing about getting to admit defeat. That smirk you have when you crawl back on top of me. A man could fall in love with that.”
“24.) Your Ass
How is it I can picture your ass and I could tell you the curves of the perfect tanned ass. I love how you reacted when I finally smack your ass. You gasp and use that damn smirk.”
“23.) Your boobs
I still love the feeling of kissing down your chest as I run my hands over your amazing breasts, they are soft and fit perfectly in my hands. I can tease you so much because of it.”
“22.) Those Kisses
I always remember when you would be giving me a blow job, You would always leave these kisses on my inner thighs. Those still drive me wild but Nobody could do it like you.” Y/N smiled as she shook her head “Girl you need to teach me your tricks. You got this boy pussy whipped” Y/N slapped Roger’s chest “Shut up”
“21.) The way you pull my hair.
I’ve learned that you grab onto many things, my hair is a perfect victim but god is it such a turn on. I could feel myself slipping away because you wore me out but the minute you pulled my hair I was back into it. “
“20.) The way you take control when you want it.
I loved watching you ride me, I get the perfect view of those amazing perfect breasts in my face but I also get to see you take control and that is so sexy. “
Y/N finally looked up at Roger before closing her eyes “I have 20 more reasons why he loves me and I have no words to say anymore” Roger smiled as nodded “come on girl 20 more”
“19:) How well we fit together
I would begin that I could marry someone who just sleeps well and I did. Our bodies just fit perfectly to the point that I could never think that anything could be better”
“18.) The Way You Talk To Tv
I can’t begin to tell you that just because you scream at the tv, it's not going to change the outcome but watching you get so the anger was half worth it”
“17.) Your Grace
The way you handle yourself when the media talks about you. You don’t talk negatively but just smile through it”
“16.) The way you handle my jealousy
I know that sometimes, it’s ridiculous that I get jealous over small stuff but it’s because have you ever dated someone who was so above your league? Of course not, you are a goddess.”
“15.) I love that we are friends and family.
No matter what you always made me feel important even when nobody else did, you always treated me like family and when I was going through a pure panic attack you would manage to call me down even with just your words. You treat me like I am not this piece of shit. That I matter. “
“14.) Your Smell
When you would get out of the shower and come to bed, The way your hair smelt mixed with your perfume and other smells just made you into this perfect smell that I still can’t get out of my nose.”
“13.) Our Baths
We did this a lot while you were pregnant, I would just run my hand over your little pregnant belly and I would feel so content with just being able to hold you, let you relax with some weird bath bomb”
“12.) Your Christmas Obsession
I never really liked Christmas before I met you, it was kinda just a holiday. I would go home but you made it special. Now when it’s Christmas time all I think about is you, how your eyes would light up when you would see all the Christmas lights. How you would get excited when Emre,Lea or Presley opened a present. You Made Christmas something special and I’ll always thank you for that.”
“11.) Your Laugh
I think I could write a ten page essay about your laugh alone. I remember holding you and I would start to tickle you now it would end in you giving me a death threat but it was worth it to hear that laugh. I would always get this heart fluttering feeling when that special sound left your lips.”
“10.) I miss you when you aren’t next to me
I’ve noticed this more now that we aren’t together but I find myself taking this much more serious now that the reality sets in that we are where we are. This becomes more real every time I get a text from you. Hell I used to miss you when you are in the next room.”
“9.) The way you are with our kids.
I feel like this is pretty self explanatory but the way you look at our kids and how they smile so lovingly back at you . The way they squeal when you kiss them, how they want nothing more but to hold you and play with you makes me realize that you were the perfect choice for the mother of my children, You are the perfect mom everyone is trying to me and you do it effortlessly.”
“8.) We’ll Always Have Paris.
I’ve always wanted to say that haha. You make it possible for me to say that. Paris will always be the place where I found the love of my life, It will also be the place where God showed me that angels walk among men.”
“7.) Always being True
You are being true to who you are, your morals are sometimes not in my favor but it makes me love you more. That you know exactly what you want and what you truly deserve. This drives me crazy but in the best possible way and almost makes me jealous of you that you are so smart and true to who you are that you can get whatever you want. This makes even more one of a kind than you are.”
“6.) The Way You Let Me In
I know that you don’t do this anymore and I think that’s what makes it even more special that you let me in. I get to see every side of you: the good,bad,stressed, sad, angry, vulnerable. I know it doesn’t make sense but when you open up to me I get this feeling in my chest and I just can’t help but feel like I am the luckiest person in the world. “
“5.) Your Eyes
I was in the studio yesterday and the thought of you popped into my mind and the lyrics created themselves. I have the audio of me singing which I texted you, I don’t know if you caught that yet. If not I left the lyrics for you”
Your eyes
As we said our goodbyes
Can't get them out of my mind
And I find I can't hide
From your eyes
The ones that took me by surprise
The night you came into my life
Where there's moonlight
I see your eyes
How'd I let you slip away
When I'm longing so to hold you
Now I'd die for one more day
'Cause there's something I should have told you
There's something I should have told you
When I looked into your eyes
Why does distance make us wise?
You were the song all along
And before the song dies
I should tell you, I should tell you
I have always loved you
You can see it in my eyes
Y/N saw her phone sitting next to her as she grabbed it and saw the audio file that was sent to her, the woman smiled softly before she played the song as loud as she could without waking her young son in the next room over. Roger's eyes were filled with tears by the end of the song before Y/N wiped her tears away as she shook her head “I can’t do this anymore. Roger I’m seeing someone else'' Roger nodded as he looked down sad for the woman “Just hear him out” Y/N nodded as she looked at the last four of the flowers
“4.) Those Nose Scrunches
I couldn’t get enough of those, when you would tease me there was a nose scrunch. When you would be making food and it splashed on you there was a nose scrunch. When you would change a diaper another nose scrunch or even when I kissed your nose. God I love them.”
“3.) Our Inside jokes
This is something I never thought I would miss as much I do, I love that when I say Bora Bora to you that we both think of the time you claim I tried to drown you I swear to goodness I did not! Or our mutual hatred for the chicago bears”
“2.) You made me feel like I mattered
It didn’t matter if I felt like I was the worst person you always made me feel like my story mattered and that so did what I have to say. You made me realize that even if nobody wants to hear it my voice should be heard. You helped me into who I am now. I wasn’t Harry Styles to you, I was just a person”
“ 1.) Your Heart
This is the number one reason why I love you. Your heart is a wonderful thing, that you don’t realize is as amazing as it is. Your heart is this thing that amazes me hell it managed to love me and well that’s crazy enough to me. I get more and more amazed every time you show me your heart. When I met you and your heart, it began to change me and help heal my messed up heart. Your heart is the purest thing I’ve ever seen. I love you. I love your heart and I love that you managed to love me with that beautiful heart.”
Y/N was now in full blown tears as she found the next letter hidden in the last bouquet of flowers “Roger please” her best friend took the letter as he opened the letter she read out for her
“ I think I could keep going on because If i’m being honest it took me an hour to think of 50 reasons why I love you but I decided that it might be a little too much if I sent a 100 reasons why I love you but I told you that I will give you 50 reasons why I love you and one reason why I think we should try again and here is that reason
1..) The reason I think that we should try once more is because we are perfect. I know that it would be easier to go and talk to Matthew and fall in love with him and that He won’t give you half as many headaches as I did. Hell he probably won't give nearly as much heart break either. He would be the easier option and I would understand completely if you did it now I know he's not a guy you were talking to but he was just an example. I know that I am not perfect, hell I am far from it. I know that at points our relationship was toxic and I am still so sorry for every time that I made our relationship toxic in some way.”
Y/N covered her mouth as she bit her lip “He knows about Matt… yet he still took a chance with all of this” Roger looked down at the letter as he kept saying
“I know that we have our problems, I know that we can talk through them and I know that I love you. I know that no matter what I always will. Hell you can tell me no right now and that we will never happen again and I will tell you okay but only if I can still be in your life because that’s all i truly want. If I can’t have you then it would still be an honor to be your friend.”
Y/N looked at her phone in her hand before she grabbed her phone and quickly dialed her ex husband’s number “Y/N” the sound of the man’s voice made her breath stop as she looked at the roses in front of her “Harry, These roses and the letters” Harry just laughed a little “It was over kill huh?” Y/N quickly smiled “No! I loved them but Harry. My heart’s heavy— which I don’t know is a good thing or not. All these things you’ve said about me, these 50 reasons why you love me, it really touched me and it made me realize that you truly do love me. What breaks my heart is that this wasn’t there during the end of our relationship” The woman stopped for a moment as she tried to hold back the tears that she had
‘On both sides, not just yours. What hurts is that it took 3, or even 4 years for us to realize this? It took countless breakups. It took so much, and maybe that’s the beauty of it. You’re right, another relationship would be easier to be in, there wouldn’t be the arguments and fights and quarrelling and all the little things that are basically ways of expressing love for one another. I don’t know if I need to explain anything right now, and I’m assuming you don’t want me to. But I will tell you that you really healed a lot with what you said. It means a lot, and I do love it.” Harry shook his head
The man laughed at himself as he audibly said “No, I don’t want you to explain anything. I want you to just know that I meant every word. That wasn’t my intention to heal anything with a letter. It was to show you that if you want and I need you to remember that if YOU WANT I’ll be right here waiting with my arms open and ready to love you all over again because like I said a new relationship would be easy for both of us but they wouldn’t have those parts that make us so perfect and comfortable together. Now I’ll admit I hope this does make you want to try this again but if it doesn’t that’s fine because now you know everything I was so cowardly to say while we were together.” Harry finished as Y/N sniffled into the phone
Y/N managed to start talking without breaking her words “I do understand. I don’t know if I’d want to try again though. We could, but it could end up like it did last time, it could also last a long time, but I’m in a place where I’m slowly getting better and I’m not sure if risking that is a good thing. If I’d have heard this when we were together then that’s another story. Maybe we couldn’t work it out together and recovered from our problems and mental health issues together. But we had to separate to help ourselves, that itself says something. Harry, I love you and I will always love our son and the life that we have together but I am seeing someone Harry and I need to see where that goes” Harry smiled sadly as his eyes filled with tears before he whispered “ I understand. I’ll talk to you soon Y/N. Tell Jace I love him and that daddy misses him.” Harry didn’t say goodbye. He just hung up.
Harry knows that what he did was childish and he should’ve been supportive, he couldn’t help it. He was upset, heartbroken, disappointed,miserable. Harry knew that he couldn’t do that to his ex wife and mother of his child, he grabbed his phone and quickly texted back “I am happy for you, I’m elated that you found someone to make you feel the way I feel about you. I’m not going to lie. I was hoping that my 50 reasons would give a little time to take you off your feet. I was just a little too late. I love you Y/N. I’ll always be waiting for you… No matter what”
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What a feeling
PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE: I really tried to write a good story here, but I’m so bad at creating smut. Some things may not make much sense to you because I didn’t explain or depict them properly. I’m sorry for that- I really am. I consider to stop writing because my writing doesn’t seem to be good anymore... at least in my eyes... It’s hard for me to describe things in a language which is not my mother tongue... I’d like to thank you for reading my stories so far, and for supporting me. I won’t be writing anything for a while, but my work is still going to be up. Just don’t steal them, and give me credits if you repost it somewhere... Thank you...
This work was inspired by “What a feeling”- One Direction, the title of this story is dedicated to my favorite song of all time. I had to think of a scenario like this at Harry’s part.
Harry observed her from the other side of the room. Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his naked torso, he just watched the half bare girl sitting on top of his bed. Her legs were bent to her chest, a thoughtful look lingering in her eyes. A few minutes ago, they were making out, resulting his shirt being pulled over his head and thrown onto the ground whilst she was completely freed from her dress. He knew what she was thinking about. She considered whether she should or should not have sex with him.
They had been dating for a few months, and never had Harry urged her to have sexual intercourse. He’d been told that she had negative experiences with her ex-boyfriends on this topic, because she was never ready for sex. And who would stay with a girl who wasn’t ready for more? Sometimes, it was even thought that she was asexual, which was not true. Harry was not like her former boyfriends- he actually gave her time as much as needed.
Tonight, however, was different. She was ready- or maybe not? Harry sighed, walking towards her and kneeling in front of her.
“Hey,” he murmured, his left hand cupping her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “You’re uncertain. I can see it in your eyes.” The other hand was placed on top of her leg, trailing up and down in comfort. He wanted to make sure this is truly what she wanted. Even though he craved to be physically interlocked with her more than anything in that moment, he’d still understood if she decided against succumbing to him. It takes a lot of courage surrendering to someone and giving yourself in to them-especially if it’s your first time. You lose your virginity only once, and one terrible experience may scar you for the rest of your life. So, he could completely comprehend her worry. Another thing, which he knew was plaguing her, was that he was already experienced while she wasn’t. She was new to all of this. For fucks sake, she didn’t even blow anyone ever in her life. She was just so pure. Pure and perfect. Harry was sure she was tormenting herself into believing that he wouldn’t like it, which is not true at all. Much more, he would love to be the one being enclosed with her body and honored because she chose him to lose her v-card, and not a prick who wouldn’t care about anything but his dick in his pants anyway. Harry would make sure she was taken care of. Thoroughly taken care of.
“I promise, there is nothing that you have to be scared of, love. We’ll do it at your pace, okay? The only thing you have to do is telling me when you feel uncomfortable, and I’ll stop instantly.” He intertwined their hands, bringing hers in front of his mouth, then plastering soft kisses on top of her knuckles. “But you have to tell me. Say something. Use your words. Otherwise I cannot tell what you want. And don’t overthink too much. This is all about you, not me.”
The curve of her lips went slightly up, forming a shy smile. “I know,” she stated. “I trust you, Harry. I entrust myself to you…”
Hearing those words out of her sweet lips was what he had been waiting for. But before he took some action, he again inquired whether she was hundred percent sure, only earning an approving nod from Y/N. He beamed a happy, toothy smile at her.
“Come here, beautiful girl.” His order was gentle, yet very firm- enough to cause goose bumps on her skin. He carefully pushed her down onto the mattress and slowly lowered himself onto her body, hovering only a few centimeters above her fragile frame. The warmth that radiated off his body was so overwhelming- it became very hard to breathe. That’s probably how others felt in his presence. Breathless, because Harry is so insanely beautiful, god really must have taken his time to carve his handsome face. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, her tongue wetted her lower lip while she felt her heart beating rapidly as if she was running a marathon. She gave in to the sensation that his close proximity brought along. The feeling of his fingers sliding down her right cheek and his minty breath fanning against her lips caused excitement to grow in the pit of her stomach- and a little bit down below. She tried to conceal it by pressing her legs together, but Harry noticed and slid between them, pushing his crotch intentionally against her clothed one, eliciting a short gasp out of her throat. If this short act was enough to make her legs tremble, then Y/N couldn’t envision how it was going to feel when he would thrust in and out of her.
She jumped slightly in her position when she heard his raspy voice inside her ear.
“Look at me before I kiss you…”
That’s what she did. She opened her lids and locked gazes with his deep green eyes. They stared at her lustfully, enamored with her beauty, and Y/N could only imagine how hard it must be for him to control his patience. The more she looked at him, the more she drowned in his captivating eyes. She saw herself in them. She saw herself running through a grass field on a hot summer’s day, dressed in a stunning dress, her hair flipping with the wind while she let everything behind her- her worries, her fears, her problems- basically every negativity that consumed her. She saw herself in a forest, listening to the sounds that nature provided her. The murmurs of a stream, the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves on the trees, the smell of fresh air; all of this gave her the feeling of safety and protection. That’s how she felt with Harry now. She knew she was in good hands. And she could confirm she was ready.
“Remember what I’ve told you, alright?” Harry reminded her. “You can even push me out of the bed for all I care. But please, don’t kick me in the knob. I want to produce children after all.”
Y/N had to laugh at his statement. She really appreciated his efforts to lighten up the mood.
“My beautiful, Y/N,” the young man whispered against her soft lips. “My beautiful, gorgeous, adorable Y/N.” Upon that, he finally kissed her.
First, it was gentle. He wanted to test her waters, looking for how much she was willing to give him. She was shy and he respected that. But on the other hand, he also wanted to help her overcoming the shyness. He knew that she had more in her than she was revealing to the world. He wanted that part of her to break through, fighting her way onto the surface.
While he used one arm to support himself on his elbow, the other hand wandered up from her bare side to her chest. He cupped one breast and gave it a gentle squeeze through her bra. The sudden jolts of pleasure caused Y/N to moan in ecstasy. Harry took this opportunity to let his tongue slip past her lips, exploring the already familiar territory. They never went further than just kissing, as embarrassing as it might sound. Tonight would be the first time they would be taking their relationship to the next level.
Harry chuckled when he poked her sides and she flinched, letting out a squeak.
He disconnected their lips, giving her time to explore his body. The young woman accepted his invitation. With her fingers, she carefully stroked his well-toned belly, tracing the outline of his butterfly tattoo. His muscles tensed under her soft touch. She even tickled his belly button which Harry found just cute. Everything about her was adorable. However, she halted over the hem of his tight jeans. One tug was indication enough to understand that she wanted it off his legs. So, he got up, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed it down his ankles, leaving him almost completely bare. The only thing that he had to get rid of was his boxers. Y/N’s irises enlarged when they saw the outline of his erection- he was, well… huge. A blush in a deep shade of red adorned the apple of her cheeks. She wasn’t even sure whether she could take in all of him, and that’s were the overthinking started again.
Harry took notice of the uncertainty plastered on her face. Joining her again on the bed, he hoisted her up and placed her on his lap. He brushed her fingers through her hair. “Listen Y/N, I want you, I really do, and I know you want me, too. But we don’t have to do this right now. We can always save it for later, there is no need to rush. Don’t feel like it’s your obligation to satisfy my needs- it is not. I’ll be waiting for you no matter how long it’ll take.”
Her heart could literally burst into flames at his words. How many men out there were just as considerate and understanding as Harry Styles, and not only thinking about themselves? Probably not too many.
Y/N lowered her head for a second, then looked at him determined. “I want to make love to you, Harry… It’s just…” she sighed. “I’m very nervous.”
“I know that, my love. Do you think I’m not nervous? I’m the one with a dick after all, and I don’t want to hurt you. I couldn’t forgive myself if I did, because I want this to be the best experience you’ve ever had. If we do this, there is no return. I don’t want you to regret anything.”
The young woman passionately crushed her lips against his. “I know I won’t, because it’s with you.”
He offered her a smile, warming her insides.
His hands found their way to her back, about to unclasp her bra, when he saw the quick panic flashing through her eyes- not because she was scared, but because it was unfamiliar and unexpected. Being undressed by someone else other than her was something she needed to get used to after tonight. Harry instantly stopped. “Relax, love. You’re safe with me.” He brought his lips to her neck, sucking and marking her skin. Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling.
After they got rid of her bra (together actually, because he thought that it would make her feel more comfortable), his big hands began to massage her bare breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, which hardened immediately at the contact.
“How does it feel?” Harry inquired while continuing to give her breasts some attention.
“’s nice,” she answered, shivering when Harry pinched her nipples.
Guiding her back onto the mattress, he climbed on top of her again.
His lips were worshipping every part of her body. There was no inch he left untouched. She was a goddess- a pure, innocent goddess. She felt so soft. He treated her like fine china- cautiously and carefully; he didn’t want to demand more than she could endure.
At one point, he grinded his clothed crotch against hers a second time to get her worked and loosened up a little bit. The sounds emitting from her mouth was like music in his ears.
“Let’s get us free from these,” he suggested, pointing at their underpants.
His fingers rimmed the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down his legs. And there it sprung free- his beast, pointing directly at his abs. Y/N didn’t exaggerate when she claimed he was huge- because it was true. The tip was swollen and slightly red, leaking a bit of precum.
Harry caught her eyes staring at his ‘best friend’.
“Do you- do you want to hold it?” he asked.
She averted her gaze and looked at him. “I…” She cleared her throat, blushing. “I can try.”
“You don’t have to, love. Really.”
“No, I want to know how it feels.”
Without his request, she wrapped her fingers around the hard, pulsating flesh. It felt heavy in her hand. Harry flinched, hissing at her touch, and a deep groan reverberated through the walls as she glided her hand up and down his shaft. He supported himself on her shoulders while Y/N played around with him. She liked how desperately he called her name, how his eyes fluttered shut and the way he licked over and sunk his teeth in his lower lip. She was about to wrap her mouth around the base as Harry stopped her abruptly.
“What are you doing there?”
A frown adorned her forehead. “I- I wanted to… y’know…”
“Not today, sweet girl,” the curly-haired man laughed. “We will have plenty of time for that later. But for now, it’s all about you.”
He asked her to stretch out her legs so he could free her from the last material that covered her body. Y/N had never felt so vulnerable in her life as in that moment, however, one loving gaze from him was enough to flush her worries away. She watched him as he opened a cupboard and grabbed a condom. He opened the foil with his teeth, pulling out the condom and wrapping it around his member.
“Are you ready?”
“I am.”
He pulled her against him for another kiss. While their tongues were busy with dominating each other, Harry sneaked his hand down to her vagina, his fingers teasing her entrance. He first inserted one digit, pumping in and out of her, then adding another one. She moaned out in pleasure, opening her legs for more.
“Harry, please!” she cried.
The young man didn’t need to be told twice. He lined his member at the entrance of her wet core, and slowly yet gently eased his way in- inch by inch. The pain that followed through his intrusion was inevitable- whilst the wetness. Y/N’s body tensed, nails digging deep into the skin of his biceps as she tried to accommodate not only to the stretch of her walls but also the burning that came along with it. She couldn’t help a few tears from running down her cheeks. A little wail was heard once Harry was fully in. Harry kissed away her tears, giving her enough time to calm down and adjust to his size. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ll take care of you… You gonna feel great, my love.”
Every cell in her body was on fire, vibrating. Despite the pain, she felt full and complete. Their bodies fitted together perfectly as if god had only created them for each other.
When the pain subsided a little bit, she allowed him to finally move. The young man complied. His thrusts were tender and slow, paying attention to not hurting her. Y/n was overwhelmed with different emotions. Everything crushed onto her at once. Her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she felt it was going to explode. Harry buried his face in the crook of her neck, and Y/N could feel his warm breath against her skin. Her name fell from his lips like a prayer.
Pain formed into pleasure, his thrusts became quicker and harder. Her legs enveloped his middle, widening for more access. He hit the right spots that let her see stars before her eyes so easily, spots that made her scream out his name. She felt beautiful and loved.
After a while, something was building up in her stomach, and she could feel her orgasm approaching. The way she already clenched around him indicated that she was very close to her high. He fastened his pace with the intention to make cum as fast as possible. He wasn’t chasing after his one- like he stressed before, it was all about her.
A whimper left her lips, she knew she couldn’t hold back anymore. “Harry…”
“Let go, darling…” he encouraged her, “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
Words cannot describe fully what that moment of relief felt like. She could sense it reaching every fiber of her body. Her legs trembled and her toes curled, mouth agape as tears pooled her eyes. Harry thrusted her through her peek, until his movements became sloppy.
Shortly after finding his own release, Harry collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her chest. He didn’t pull out of her yet- he wanted to linger a little bit more in her warmth. His arms engulfed her middle. Their entire bodies were covered with sweat, but they could care less about it. Y/N was still dazed from the aftershock of her orgasm. She was basically on cloud nine. Everything that happened just minutes ago seemed like a dream. She always knew how she wanted her first time to be, but Harry had given her an experience that had surpassed her wildest imagination. She couldn’t be happier in this moment. A content sigh escaped her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around Harry’s shoulders, letting her one hand glide through his long, damp, brown locks. After a while, she heard a giggle rumbling his chest. She tilted her head in confusion.
“What wrong?”
Harry, steadying himself on his elbows, brought their lips back together, kissing her feverishly. When he pulled back, he leaned his forehead against hers.
“I think I can consider myself a king now...”
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Complexities Unknowable- Chapter Six
Ao3, 1 2 3 4 5 7, MasterPost
Relationships: Deintruality, background Analogince
This is crazy long. But I like this one. Also, second to last chapter! Also also, i mention spinny hugs three whole times because I miss Hugs. I miss them.
Warnings: Cursing, food mention, brief angst/arguing, someone digs their nails into their skin but like unintentionally, crying, Remus-typical jokes and comments (he has some pretty violent thoughts directed towards roman), very very brief alcohol mention (wine, cuz Jan’s Like That), uhhh lots and lots of hugging and fluff. And Janus is still called Deceit, for continuity reasons. lmk if I missed something.
Word Count: 3,657
Patton did end up visiting them- albeit several hours later. Deceit wasn’t quite sure how he felt as he watched Morality make himself at home in The Subconscious living room, but he was leaning towards happy.
Though ‘make himself at home’, was a tad of a stretch, given all his uncomfortable fidgeting. Deceit could taste that there was something he wasn’t saying, but he didn’t have to wait long to see what it was.
“I- um- I brought you guys something-”
Of course he had.
“-as an apology.”
Wait, what?
Remus’ head shot up from where he was sifting through dvds, flashing Deceit a smug grin. Patton didn’t seem to notice as he elaborated.
“You guys have been so nice to me lately, even after I, uh, didn't exactly respect you as much as I should have. I didn’t give you enough credit for what you two contribute, and that was my bad, so here!” He waved his hand and an enormous, neatly folded quilt dropped into his lap. He stood from the couch, struggling to unfurl it.
Deceit’s eyes were saucers. The blanket was a spiral of triangles of lime green, pale yellow, and baby blue fabric. At its edges were small patches of violet, indigo, and red, along with a gray border and a large black circle in the middle of the spiral. Within that circle was the word ‘Family’, embroidered in vibrant rainbow colors.
“It’s okay if you can’t forgive me right away, but I just wanted you to know that you guys are part of my family now, as far as I’m concerned, and I-”
Remus threw himself at Patton with full-force, picking up the much taller side and twirling him around in what looked to be a crushing hug. Deceit remained silent and caught the quilt as it was flung from the two-side tornado. It was soft, smooth, warm.
“When did you… how did you have the time to make this?”
Morality’s face was flushed and he laughed, bright and airy, as Remus finally let him down.
“That’s what took me so long to get here! You guys invited me over, and I didn’t want to show up empty-handed. I know I’m not the most artistic, but I think I’m pretty good at sewing.”
He’d spent hours making them a quilt- by hand, when he could just have conjured it- so he could offer them this olive branch. After everything. Deceit was choked up, but he wasn’t sure which emotions in specific were clogging his throat. His voice didn’t sound like his when he spoke.
“I am also sorry!” So it was a little stilted, cut him some slack! It was hard to focus on being well-spoken and not lying at the same time, “You are- No, you aren’t- solely at fault for our not at all strained relationship.”
“What?” Patton didn’t seem to comprehend. Remus, who looked disgustingly proud of Deceit, translated for him.
“He’s saying that we’re also sorry for being giant cunts, thanks for the neat blanket, and let’s call it even?”
The snake nodded in agreement.
Patton’s eyes grew wide and his smile faded, leaving behind soft surprise. He clearly hadn’t expected any sort of forgiveness, which was both saddening and admirable. He was just a living teddy bear, wasn’t he?
With an exaggerated groan, Deceit placed the quilt to the side and stood, opening his arms. Remus cheered and caught him around the waist with his arm, pulling all three of them together for a tangled group hug. Deceit pretended to hate it, but it was very hard to.
After the two extremely affectionate traits finally got tired of squeezing the life out of him, Deceit extricated himself and determinedly ignored how hot his face had gotten. He curled up on the couch and held the bundled quilt to his chest protectively. Patton and Remus worked together to settle on a movie before joining him. The latter leaned in very close, whispering right against Deceit’s ear.
“You think we can convince him into a threesome?”
Deceit turned the volume up twenty notches and sat next to Patton for the rest of the movie, out of spite.
It was hardly the last time Patton visited them. Deceit probably should have expected the clinginess from him, popping in daily to tell them about the latest happenings in The Conscious or show them a “““funny””” meme he’d seen on Facebook. Once that door of camaraderie had opened just a crack, the moral trait had enthusiastically torn it off its proverbial hinges. And the oddest thing was how little Deceit minded.
Patton was, in many ways, like Remus. Energetic, imaginative, affectionate, and containing depths of emotions that you’d never guess he had at first glance. Some days, Morality would run in with bright markers and an even brighter smile to have Remus to teach him new art techniques. Other times, he’d shuffle to Deceit’s door late at night, eyes bloodshot, asking whisper-quiet for a cup of tea and to spend some time together. Those nights in particular stuck with the lying trait, when he would watch Patton’s expression slowly lighten as they chatted together, talking about everything and nothing.
Another bonus of all that had happened Logan, who had now become a friend to the former Dark Sides (Deceit was very thankful to be able to chat with someone else who was Competent). Never had Deceit been so glad that he was wrong about someone!
But, as he’d quietly admitted to both Morality and Logic just a couple nights ago, there was something missing. He hadn’t elaborated, but apparently he hadn’t needed to. Leading them to now.
When Remus and Deceit had been invited for breakfast that morning, they’d of course agreed (you just can’t say no to Patton’s puppy eyes), but they were quickly abandoned with Roman and Virgil by the two bespectacled sides. The blue-hued traits supposedly had a surprise and would be right back, but Deceit could taste the lie. Yet, constrained as he was by the societal expectation to not freak the fuck out when things didn’t go the way he liked, he waited patiently while refusing to make eye-contact with Anxiety.
But then his good-for-nothing despicable traitor of a boyfriend stood up.
“I’ll be right back, I’m going to go stand in the kitchen and wait for things to be less awkward!”
Roman, similarly the worst, jumped to his feet as well.
“And I left the stove on!”
So now he was just. Staring at his ex-best friend. Which was fine.
He took a sip of his drink.
“Are you drinking wine at nine in the morning?” Virgil asked suddenly. Deceit looked down at his own drink, then towards the identical wineglass sitting by the other’s plate.
“Yes? Aren’t you?”
“This is apple juice,” he held the glass up and swirled it, earning a snicker from Deceit.
“Why are you drinking apple juice from a wine glass?”
“Why are you drinking wine at nine in the morning?”
He jerked his thumb in the direction of the kitchen, brow raised in a silent explanation: I’ve got that one, remember? Virgil nodded solemnly, a smile playing at his lips. With that minuscule, vaguely pleasant interaction, they returned to silence.
“Patton sure is taking his sweet time,” Deceit thought it only fair that he be the one to break the quiet this time, just so they were even.
“Something tells me it’s gonna be a lot longer. It’s kinda obvious what he’s doing.”
“Mm. Subtlety is not one of his virtues. It’s a nice gesture, though,” the lack of hostility in the conversation was beginning to irk him. It was almost nice. God, he’d missed it, he hated how he’d missed it.
“Yeah…” Virgil glanced away and shifted in his seat, “Yeah. He’s nice.”
“I agree.”
“Look,” the anxious side set his glass down, “Pat’s my best friend, so I’m doing this for him. I think he’s been kinda lonely lately, and I feel... responsible. Like, he’s not into me or Ro and Lo, and we aren’t either, but it’s- it’s not the same now, the four of us. And it’s pretty obvious that you guys make him happy- he talks about you all the time- so I’m giving you this one chance. Don’t fuck it up, and don’t you dare hurt him.”
Deceit blinked, blindsided. Sincerity got to him, it got under his skin and tore apart his quick wit like it was paper. He had to clear his throat a couple of times before any actual words came to him.
“I won’t repeat my past mistakes. I-” he nearly shuddered, “I promise it.”
Virgil seemed appeased, his expression easing into something more familiar (painfully familiar and new all at once). His lips quirked up in a smug smirk.
“Good. Didn’t wanna have to nudge you down a staircase, anyway.”
Deceit chuckled. From there, the conversation flowed almost naturally. It wasn’t like old times. Maybe that was a good thing. It wasn’t quite friendly, not yet, but there was an impression. If he played his cards right, if he stayed genuine, then it would be. Soon. And that was enough for now.
Remus scrambled to the top of the fridge and loomed over his brother. He was, for once, not the first to talk.
“So we wait it out in here until Sherlock and Watson get back from whatever it is that they’re pretending to do-”
“Which is when Snakey and Virgey kiss and make up-”
“Which will be never,” Roman concluded, sitting on the counter. He idly smoothed down his already meticulously styled hair (vain bitch). Remus picked a flea from his own scalp and flicked it at him spitefully, but it went unnoticed. Just like everything he did.
“I don’t know why they couldn’t have let me in on their little scheme, I shouldn’t have to be between that situation.”
Remus laughed wickedly, a noise with very little mirth and a whole lot of frustration.
“Mhm, yeah- you’re just a saint, getting along with everybody! You haven’t got a single problem to work out!”
“I didn’t say that,” Roman replied indignantly, “I know that Deceit and I don’t have a great history, but we get along fine now.”
Unbelievable. No- it was completely fucking believable! Remus should just hit him, tear his arms off and beat him with them, pull out the ol’ morning star and smash his brother’s skull in. How stupid he’d been to think that this could be fixed. Roman was impossible. No matter how hard Remus tried, he’d never get anywhere, no matter how supportive Patton was.
“Whoah, you okay?”
The Duke blinked, staring down at the angry, crescent-shaped marks that he’d clawed into his arms unknowingly. He tilted his head to stare at the other Creativity.
“Not really, no!”
Roman seemed taken aback. He leaned up and rested his arms on top of the fridge beside Remus.
“Don’t let Patton see you do that, he’ll have a fit,” he joked, reaching up to grab Remus’ hands. The Intrusive trait scrambled away to the other edge of the appliance.
“Don’t tell me what to do, and don’t pretend to care about what I do!”
“What? What are you-” Roman cut himself off, his face clouding with realization, “Oh.”
“What is it now?”
“I- I’m supposed to talk to you, aren’t I?”
Remus stared at him for a long, thoughtful moment. He then erupted into cackles, spitting laughs out like it was the only thing stopping him from breaking down (it was).
“Oh, whatever. Don’t pretend you don’t hate me just for Patty’s sake.”
Roman hopped off the counter, standing in front of the fridge with arms crossed. He looked angry- but not angry at Remus? That was new. New and weird.
“You think I hate you?”
“I know you hate me, Roro,” he pulled himself to the edge of his platform, swinging his legs out in front of him.
“Do you hate me?”
Remus wasn’t quite sure how to answer that one. It was fine, because Roman didn’t wait for a response anyway.
“Get down here.”
“Why should I?”
“So I can- so we can- Ugh, just get down!”
The Duke got down. Curiosity killed the cat, after all (or the cephalopod, as the case may be).
Once within his reach, Roman threw his arms open and wrapped Remus up in a fierce hug.
Remus swayed, suddenly very dizzy. Was the world always this blurry? No, no, maybe he was crying? Or maybe he’d gone blind? It didn’t matter either way, all that mattered was that someone was hugging him. Willingly.
“You’re my brother,” Roman hissed, “You annoy the hell out of me. And we don’t get along much. And we fight, a lot, but it wasn’t ever anything more than that. I didn’t mean for it to be more than that. You’re my brother-”
“You already mentioned that part-”
“Shush!”
He shushed.
“I don’t hate you. How could I?”
Oh. Well. Hm. That changed things.
Remus’ awareness jolted back into him then. He lifted Roman off the ground with ease and spun around in wide circles, smiling with all of his teeth (which said a lot; he had quite the array of teeth). He held on like his brother would disappear if he let go, conjuring more limbs for the express purpose of holding on tighter.
“Rem!”
“Yeah, bro?” his voice was giddy, and distinctly wobbly, but that was irrelevant. He spun again.
“I- I’m very glad that we’re having this bonding moment, but I think you broke my ribs.”
“Oh, oops,” Remus let go immediately, dropping Roman to the floor. He offered a shrug in apology.
“Oh yeah, I don’t hate you either, by the way.”
“I assumed so,” Roman wheezed, using the counter to pull himself back to his feet. He gave Remus a lopsided smile.
“It’s good we don’t hate each other. Now I don’t have to knock you out whenever I wanna hang out with Patty.”
“Yeah, that is a relief.”
“Wow, we’re good at this whole reconciliation thing! Let’s go rub it in Vee and Dee’s emotionally constipated faces!” In mere minutes Remus already forgot what being sad felt like. Life was good and he had no problems anymore!
“We probably should make sure they haven’t killed each other,” Roman held a hand out, which Remus grabbed gleefully.
“Ugh! Why are you always sticky?!”
“Do you really want the answer to that?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
They returned to the dining room, hand-in-hand, only to find their respective boyfriends having a perfectly civil conversation.
‘Coincidentally’, as soon as Remus and Roman resumed their places at the table, Patton and Logan rose up with an enormous stack of stunningly fluffy pancakes. They shared a secretive smile- as though they genuinely believed that nobody knew what they’d done. Deceit didn’t correct them, but only because he hardly wanted to admit that they’d been successful (maybe it was just him that was bad at making plans; everybody else seemed to have it down).
Breakfast was short. Deceit could’ve just finished eating a five course meal and he’d still find it hard not to wolf down Patton’s cooking, especially his breakfast food.
And naturally, Deceit offered to help clean up, which had also been a quick task. He’d just dried his hands and flashed Morality a small smirk, turning to leave. He didn’t get far before Remus grabbed his arm and swung them both back into the kitchen.
“Before we leave, aren’t we forgetting something, DeeDee?”
Patton set down the last plate and shot them a confused look.
“I haven’t the slightest clue what you mean, dearest,” Deceit claimed, pointedly not looking at either of them. Patton was growing progressively more bemused.
“Did you lose something again, Re?”
“I haven’t, but Dee seems to have lost his manners.”
The dishonest trait threw his arms up and groaned. If he was only a tad less in love, he’d have decked that look off of Remus’ face.
“Alright! Patton, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!”
“What are we thanking him for?” Remus needled.
“Everything,” he’d intended it to come out biting and sarcastic, and was disgusted to find his voice laced with sincerity, of all things!
There was most certainly an adoring, proud look on Patton’s face. He was looking away, he did not see it.
“Oh, you two,” he still heard him though, rambling on, “It was just the least I could do!”
Remus made a noise. It was loud and completely unintelligible, but with a general air of happiness. And, for what was very much not the first time, Deceit was crushed in an over-enthusiastic threeway hug with no means of escape. He hissed, the noise dying on his lips as soon as he saw the wide and excited grins on both Patton and Remus’ faces that were very, very close.
Morality really had done something amazing for them- something that Deceit had hoped for for ages. Now the side just looked so happy with himself, with what he’d done, and with them.
Deceit looked between Remus and Patton.
The human half of his face was burning.
He looked again, just to be sure.
Those were definitely the same feelings, huh? Oh fuck.
“You guys are just too much,” Patton laughed, clearly unaware of Deceit’s impending emotional crisis. His hold around Deceit’s waist had tightened, and with little warning, both him and Remus were no longer on the ground.
The former Dark Sides caught eyes. The red of Remus’ face contrasted dramatically with the green of his apparel.
Double fuck.
Patton had clearly mistaken their stunned silence as uncomfortableness, letting them down gently and stepping back.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away.”
“It’s fine!” Was Deceit’s voice always that shrill?
“Yeah, don’t worry about it! But we have to go, right now- important, mysterious things to do! You know us, pure villainy!”
“Yes, that, what he said!”
They sunk out.
It was quiet as they appeared in The Subconscious. Remus looked at his boyfriend. Deceit was staring back, but his mind was very clearly miles elsewhere.
“So. We should maybe talk about that.”
The trait opened his mouth to speak, still looking rather dazed, but Remus interrupted him.
“I swear to God, babe, if you say ‘talk about what?’, or ‘oh, Dear, I have no idea what you mean,’ I am going to rip your esophagus out with my teeth and swallow it.”
Deceit’s mouth snapped shut, then open, then shut. He shuffled over to the couch and proceeded to drop onto it like a ragdoll.
“I think I have feelings for Patton.”
Remus sighed in relief and flopped down next to him, draping his arms across the shell-shocked snake side.
“Glad we’re on the same page.”
“You’re happy?”
He thought the question over carefully, and an absolutely terrifying possibility occurred to him.
“Yeah- I- we are on the same page, right? Like, he’s super cute and nice and fuckable, but you and I still…?” he let himself trail off. There were very few things that Remus struggled to say, but the thought that two of his favorite people would move on from him- together, no less- was both wildly horrifying and too familiar to verbalize.
Deceit snapped out of his stupor long enough to glare angrily at Remus- more specifically, glare at the train of thought that he knew Remus was following.
“I’ll always love you, you idiot. Nobody and nothing will change that.”
Remus smiled- not a grin, but a smile- and exhaled slowly. Good, back on track.
“I love you, too. Right, now what do we do?”
“...Do?”
The Duke sat up straight enough to bonk his head against Deceit’s, eliciting a small ‘ow’.
“Yes, ‘do’; when people have feelings for each other they do something about it- especially when that person is their friend. Unless you were planning on ignoring this, pushing it down, and going back to keeping Patton at arm’s length, which would ruin a perfectly good relationship in an effort to not ruin that relationship. Was that what you wanted to do?”
“Well when you put it like that... No.”
“Alright, my pretty little liar, what do you want?”
Deceit hid his face in Remus’ neck. His muffled voice said something sounding a lot like ‘I have no fucking clue’.
“I can tell you what I’d like?”
More muffled noises: translation ‘If you say threesome I’m going to end you’.
“No- well, yeah- but I meant that we should woo him!”
Deceit pulled back to squint up at Remus.
“Woo him?”
“This whole conversation, you’re just a broken record- yes, do, yes, woo! We could be a throuple!”
The Duke saw Deceit very nearly say ‘throuple?’, before deciding to actually contribute to the discussion.
“I will admit, that sounds… alright, it sounds lovely. In theory. Do you really think that’s a good idea, though? Why should we risk it- we’ve only just fixed things, why go breaking them again?”
“So if Patton isn’t interested, he’s not going to be friends with us anymore, either? Does that sound like something he’d do?”
“Well- not really- but-”
“Who was right about making friends with him in the first place?”
Deceit glowered, answering begrudgingly.
“You were. But still-”
“Who was right about fixing things with Virgil?”
“... You.”
His gaze remained hesitant, so Remus continued.
“And who’s going to be right about this, when the three of us are all sucking face?”
Deceit dropped his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.
“Why do you keep being helpful? I’m supposed to be the smart one in this relationship.”
“Trust me babe, I hate it too,” Remus sympathized, “D’you want me to go microwave some silverware? You can brag to Logan about single-handedly saving my life from the explosion!”
The dishonest side smirked, leaning forwards once more to peck Remus’ cheek.
“That’s an awful idea, my love.”
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Happy Together : 1
A table for one
Character(s): (deceptively) dark!Steve
Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. It goes without (and with) saying that this is 18+.
Series Synopsis: The reader is stood up while awaiting a blind date, instead finding herself keeping company with the restaurant’s famous owner; Steve Rogers. After that night, she tries to forget her humiliation but she just can’t shake one thing about that night: him.
Chapter Summary: The reader goes on a blind date.
Notes: The first few chapters are going to move slow but I promise, there is a pit to this juicy apple. To clarify the setting, Steve Rogers resigned after the Sekovia incident and Accords were put in place and has since found a new, quite prosperous life as a restaurant owner. Random, I know, but I still wanted to keep this tied to the MCU in some way. Thanks to everyone who reads and as always, I looked forward to hearing from you in the replies/reblogs/tags. <3
Your anxiety flared as you climbed out of the cab, your toe almost catching on the curb as you called to the driver to keep the change. You stepped up on the sidewalk and stared up at the high street moniker of one the city’s hottest restaurants. Bold letters marked its transparent facade; Spice. It wasn’t your first choice; you’d have chose a place more affordable and slightly less intimidating. You weren’t much for formality. Sure, you dressed nicely, making certain that you were pressed and primped, but you were no socialite. You were sure the menu would have you dreading your credit card statement.
You sighed as you resigned yourself and approached the tall glass doors. The early stirs of the evening breeze ruffled your knee-length skirt beneath your pea coat. You gripped the thin leather strap of your purse, the beige leather clutch neutral enough to match the magenta wrap dress Tandi had lent you. Your own wardrobe had long been purged of garments befitting a date. You had sworn off men after your last relationship; almost two years ago and were content to live by your own rules. Your nude heels clicked on the pavement as you pulled the thin metal handle of the door and slipped inside.
You had tried to excuse yourself from the night but Tandi had been insistent. You still weren’t ready for a date, especially a blind date. Even if it led to nothing, you didn’t want your hope to be built up only to find yourself as deflated and depressed as your last boyfriend had left you. ‘Come on. It’s been two years.’ ‘Mike was an asshole.’ ‘You’re too young to be a spinster.’ Tandi’s arguments had thoroughly shamed you into agreeing to the date and you had to admit, your apartment was growing rather lonely these days. Besides, she said Danny was a nice guy. And cute. You had seen his picture and you wouldn’t turn him away without a closer look.
You approached the podium-like desk where the hostess stood. Her sleek blond ponytail made your low chignon seem frumpy. You smiled and greeted her with as strong a voice as you can muster. “Um, reservation for two. Under Y/N.” You watched her scan the tablet for your name and her blue eyes flicked back up to you.
“You’re the first one here,” She announced, “May I take your coat?” She asked and you chewed your lip nervously. You were always painfully early.
“Yes,” You awkwardly removed your coat and dropped your purse in the process. “Please,” You handed her the jacket before retrieving your bag. “Sorry.” She took your coat, retreating to the front closet to hang it with those of other guests and returned to you. She guided you into the dining room, passing the bar lit by pale LEDs and you glanced around nervously at the other diners. They certainly outclassed you.
“This is you.” She waved to a table for two, “Can I get you a drink to start?”
“Just water please,” You answered as you sat. She nodded and turned away, diligently going to get your order. You touched your neck as you looked around, the buzz of voices slightly comforting. The hostess returned, bringing a menu with your wine glass of water and informed you that a server would be with you shortly. You checked the time on your phone. He would likely be there in a few minutes, you told yourself.
The server arrived thereafter and you informed him you were waiting for someone, assuring him you were fine with just your water for now. You bent your ankle, twirling your foot anxiously under the table as the clock ticked by. Ten minutes. Maybe it was traffic. It was Friday night after all. Another ten passed and you spread your fingers over the tablecloth, suppressing a sigh. You took out your phone and saw a message from Tandi.
‘Hey, how’s it going?’ the text read and you swiftly thumbed a response, ‘He’s twenty minutes late.’ Your phone vibrated in your hand as she sent a second message, ‘He’ll be there. Don’t worry.’
You tucked your phone back in your purse and looked around. A proper drink would calm your nerves but you couldn’t find your server. You could flag down another but you didn’t want to treat them like they were interchangeable or inhuman. So you waited, occasionally peeking around for the man in the pressed white button-up. It had been half an hour and you were struggling to sit still. You stared at your phone screen. Nothing.
A shadow moved beside you and you looked up, hopeful that your server had finally return. Instead you found a blonde man, clean shaven with sparkling blue eyes, his hair combed back neatly. He wore a dark blue button-up and a perfectly tailored jacket, emanating an air of authority. As if no one had ever told him no. You recognized him but he wasn’t Danny.
“Have you been helped?” He asked with a flawless smile, “You look a little...lost.”
“Um, my date is just late. I wanted to, um, get a drink,” You said meekly, touching your jaw nervously as you spoke. His eyes followed the movement of your fingers and you quickly rescinded them, tucking your hand under the other.
“I can get that for you,” He offered, “We’re a bit busy tonight so forgive my servers for forgetting you. What will we have?”
“Um, I…” You took the oblong wine menu in hand and opened it, the words all gibberish to you. You usually just grabbed the wine you could afford off the shelf. “I…” You scanned the French titles and pressed your lips together, trying to hide your shock at the price of a single glass.
“May I make a suggestion?” He filled the void and you nodded, looking up at him once more. “Do you prefer red or white?”
“Red,” You answered, trying to seem unfazed by his presence. You weren’t expecting to be served by the boss and your situation was not making you any less bothered.
“The merlot is nice and rich but not too strong,” He explained, “My personal favourite. I have it imported for the restaurant on my own dime. No other in New York serves it.”
“Um, I’ll try that then,” You snapped closed the menu, flinching at the noise as you hadn’t meant to shut it so harshly. “Thank you.”
“Not at all, I’ll be back,” He marched away from you towards the bar and you stood slightly to look over your shoulder and the other patrons. Another fifteen minutes and you’d just accept that you had been stood up. The realization made your cheeks burn and you took out your phone once more, typing a quick message to Tandi, ‘He stood me up.’
The owner returned and set the glass before you with the same smile as before. He was even more handsome than the man who was supposed to be here with you. “Thank you,” You mumbled as you pinched the stem between three fingers.
“You’re welcome,” He chimed, “Anything else I can do for you?”
“N-no,” You stuttered, trying to hide the humiliation skittering up your neck. “Thanks. I’m okay.”
“I’ll be back to check on you, alright?” He assured and you nodded, watching him as he went.
It was nice to be treated kindly, even if it was the man’s livelihood. Hell, he didn’t even have to be cordial. He owned the place. Shit, he more than owned the place. He was a former Avenger, renowned around the world. Steve Rogers had saved the entire city from ruin and was a king among the masses. After the incident in Sekovia, he had retired, and many pondered at his new choice in vocation. You gathered it had been a thoughtful decision as he hadn’t ever lived a normal life. Yet, even in his own day, there were restaurants and it was simple enough to know what tasted good and what didn’t.
When the fifteen minutes had passed and you had been sitting there for a whole hour, you checked your phone and it was still lifeless. Your glass empty, you stood and headed for the washrooms, hiding in the narrow hallway just next to the kitchen. You dialed Tandi’s number, your head swimming with hurt. The ringing echoed in your ears and finally she answered.
“He fucking stood me up, Tandi!” You hissed, keeping your voice low. “What the fuck?”
“I’m sorry, hun, I didn’t think--He hasn’t said anything to me,” She said sympathetically, “Just...oh, oh...uhhh…”
“What is it?” You asked, swallowing stiffly as tears threatened to rise. You were completely embarrassed.
“N-nothing,” She sputtered and you huffed at her poor attempt at lying.
“Just tell me,” You looked over your shoulder as a server exited the kitchen, the door swinging noisily behind him.
“He, um, just posted a Snap,” She admitted quietly, “He’s at The Pillar.”
“Oh my god,” You touched your forehead. Don’t cry. You didn’t even know the guy. He was a complete stranger and it was better that he stayed that way. “I’m never doing this again, you go that? I’m too old for this childish bullshit.”
“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I--” She replied desperately.
“It’s not your fault,” You interrupted her, “It’s his for being a jackass.” You crossed your free arm across your middle and turned towards the dining room, “I gotta go.”
You didn’t wait for her response as you walked back to your table and sat, slipping your phone back in your purse and pulling out your wallet. You were just going to go home and forget about this. You tried not to frown, a neutral expression was enough to get you through. You sensed movement and looked up as Steve approached once more, his eyes on your empty glass. “Would you like a refill?”
“No, I’m good thank you,” You opened your wallet and dug out some cash, more than enough for the wine but you wouldn’t stiff the owner on a tip. “It seems there’s been a change in plan,” You gave a poor excuse for a smile and stood, holding out the money. “You were right. The wine was good.”
“It’s on me,” He gently pushed away your hand, “You sure you’re not hungry? We have some great specials.”
You stifled a dry laugh. “I appreciate you being so nice but I’ve lost my appetite,” You couldn’t help the edge to your voice, “Really, thank you.”
“No worries,” He turned his palms out in a placating manner, “Maybe come back sometime...when you’re hungrier?”
“Yeah, maybe,” You fibbed. You didn’t have the money or the pride to return. “Thanks, again.”
“Have a good night,” He smiled and stood back, letting you pass as he watched you intently. There was something about him that tickled your nerves. He seemed friendly enough but there was more to it. It was almost like he was wearing a mask. Something more than the typical customer service act. You could feel his eyes follow you until you had passed the bar and turned the corner to the front desk. You requested your coat from the hostess and waited for her to find your plain pea coat. It was nothing, you told yourself. He was just being nice. Being stood up had just put you off.
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Recap/review 15.13: “Destiny’s Child”
THEN: The pizza man! Megstiel! Oh, lord, I love these two. Ruby 2.0. Lots of pizza for some reason. Jack is soulless. Chuck is destroying his worlds.
NOW: Bunker. The guys are doing research in the library when they hear a weird loud noise. They rush into a room I don’t recognize and find a cute little seafoam green Fiat. With Kansas plates. {Sidebar: I’m thrilled to see Kansas plates. I wish Baby would get replated before the end.} As Savage Garden sings about ch-ch-cherry cola feelings at the base of your spine, two feet (but only one sock) emerge from the Fiat, and those feet are connected to… Sam and Dean! Well, AU versions of them, anyway. As real Sam and Dean watch in horrified confusion, we get glimpses of AU Sam and Dean – an expensive watch, non-flannel clothes, AU Sam’s hair half up. An open rift glows behind them. “Well,” says AU Sam, “we did it.” The AU brothers fistbump (which is smart; you don’t want to shake hands with coronavirus and all) and we see AU Sam is wearing an Apple watch. Which I think the OG Winchesters should wear, considering how often they seem to miss important texts.
All four make eye contact.
Dean? Sam? Sam? Dean? What the hell? What the heck?
The rift flares brighter, AU Dean says “Aw, nuts,” and the AU brothers and their cute little car are sucked back out of our world.
Title card!
Time jump. OG Sam and Dean are telling Cas about their doppelgangers. Dean is particularly disturbed by their car (as am I, because there’s no way those two big guys would be running around in a tiny little Fiat, no matter how fucking cute it is). And all three are just completely confused. Which is odd, considering that they know 1) there are AU versions of themselves in AU worlds, and B) people can move between those worlds. I don’t know why they can’t wrap their heads around AU Winchesters showing up in the bunker.
“How did they get here?” Dean asks. The answer comes from Billie. “They were running. Because God was destroying their reality. He’s almost done wrapping up those other worlds.” And when he finishes his other worlds, he’s coming after the Winchesters. It’s time move on to the next step in Billie’s plan for Jack. Our boy enters on cue, eating a sandwich and announcing he’s ready. Billie explains that the first step (eating angel hearts, ew) was to prepare his body, and the next step is “more spiritual in nature.” He has to find something called the Occultum.
The Occultum? That’s Latin for “hidden.” Where do we find it? I don’t KNOW. It’s HIDDEN.
Hee!
Smart Sam, slightly embarrassed chastised Sam. Love ‘em both.
They don’t really even know what it is, let alone where it is. Or maybe Billie knows what it is, and just isn’t talking. She stresses that since everything will go tits up if God finds out what they’re doing, they need to be ready, and vigilant. “And not stupid.”
Oh, Billie. It’s too late for that.
Research time. Sam’s frustrated, Dean’s distracted. Because he remembered Amara, and he thinks maybe Jack is supposed to kill Amara too. Sam scoffs at that, but Dean reminds us him that the world will be out of balance if Chuck is gone but Amara remains. Sam asks “But then who takes over? Jack?” Jack wanders in, blowing a bubblegum bubble, and proudly announces that he just learned how to do it. “Probably not,” Dean says. Heh. The guys question Jack about how, exactly, he’s going to strike God down, and either he doesn’t know or, again, he’s not talking.
{Sidebar: Neither of them thought anyone needed to take over as God if Chuck was gone. They were, in fact, looking forward to a Godless world. Why, now, does Sam suddenly think someone needs to take over if both Chuck and Amara are gone? Yeah, I know the answer. Bad writing. Thanks, Buckleming!}
They must have brought the Amara situation up for a reason. It’s the kind of monkey wrench that the writers usually ignore if they don’t have a way to address it. What’s going to happen? Here are the possibilities I came up with:
Both Chuck and Amara are killed.
Jack replaces Chuck as God, which means Amara can go on playing keno.
Either Sam or Dean replaces Chuck as God, and Jack or Cas becomes the Darkness. (Neither Sam nor Dean can receive the Mark of Cain again, right? Isn’t that canon? Or is it fanon? And did Sam’s very brief experience with the Mark actually count?)
Jack replaces Chuck as God, and Cas becomes the Darkness. Or vice versa.
Billie pulls a deus ex machina and the whole Chuck/Amara balance thing becomes moot.
The whole Amara situation will never be mentioned again.
Cas wanders in, gathering information from Sergei. Sergei? Again? Will we never be shed of him? Dean agrees with me. “Him? Are we that desperate?” Apparently so. Sergei says the Occultum was housed in a temple until it wasn’t and Dean starts throwing out movie plots to hypothesize what might have happened to it. I’m sure that was amusing to some of you. Anyway, it ended up in the hands of a faith healer with glowy hands. Oh, who could that be? Well, if you didn’t cover the guest star credits, you didn’t see Danneel Ackles. And even if you did, I’m sure you’ve guessed that the faith healer is Sister Jo, who everyone calls Jo rather than using her angel name. Even Cas. I think we should start calling him Jimmy.
Sister Jo’s. She’s wearing some weird combo of satin slipdress/turtleneck/pink blazer. Any one of these items is fine. Together they’re awful. Sam and Dean show up, asking where the Occultum is, and threatening her with angel blades when she refuses to spill the beans. Which doesn’t seem very threatening to me. As an angel, she’s still so much more powerful than they are. (Whatever.)
She says “I gave it to an old friend of yours – Ruby.” And Sam’s first response is “why would you give it to her” instead of “wait, we killed her years before you fell to earth and became a faith healer.” {waves to Buckleming} We get some ridiculous backstory (and again I don’t understand why an angel cares so much about couture brands) about how she was working with Ruby and oh, look, it’s Ruby 2.0! {Sidebar: I covered the credits, as I said, so I didn’t notice that Genevieve Padalecki was not in them. I love the way Show tries to set up a surprise and then their PR department completely spoils it. Because yes, of course I knew Genevieve was coming back. Even the Unsullied couldn’t avoid that spoiler, especially because some people on Tumblr do not use spoiler tags!!! However, I was under the impression she’d be in the final episode, so it was a huge relief to see her in this one. Let’s waste all the nonsense on a Buckleming episode!}
Anyway. According to Jo, Ruby claimed she had a buyer for the Occultum. Jo gave it to her, and then the boys killed her so the deal did not go down. {Sidebar: Once again, Show, flashbacks to older, better episodes are not doing you any favors.} The Occultum is still where Ruby stashed it – in Hell. Dean rolls his eyes, because that’s all Hell is now. It doesn’t inspire terror, just an eyeroll. Hell is basically Walmart. And Dean’s eyeroll is tantamount to me saying “Shit, the only place I can get toilet paper is Walmart? Ugh.” And I hate that, friends. I really, really hate the way Hell has become no more than an unpleasant inconvenience.
Here. Have a palate cleanser.
Bunker. Jack is eating… everything. He and Cas talk about how he’s really into food now, but he doesn’t feel things like he did before he lost his soul. He makes another guilt-free reference about “what happened to Mary,” like he did right before they put him in the box, and wonders if Dean will ever forgive him. {Sidebar: He doesn’t care if Sam forgives him, or he knows Sam has/will? Discuss.} Cas says “You know, Dean, he feels things more acutely than any human I’ve ever known.” Because yes, Dean has to be the absolute bestest at everything, doesn’t he? {Sidebar: How long has it been since someone told Dean he was pretty? What if he forgets???} Anyway, Cas thinks maybe someday Dean will explode and release his Most Acutest Ever feelings and then Jack will be forgiven. (Foreshadowing!)
The guys enter the bunker, discussing Rowena’s spell to get into Hell, and Dean calls Sam “Samwitch.” \o/ Because, as we know, someone over there reads my LJ and/or Tumblr. Um. Does this mean it’s the Buckleming? If so, I’m going to need some time. Cas shows up and looks constipated and says “come with me” and it’s an odd transition because it seemed like they interrupted his talk with Jack, but actually it must be some time later.
Cas takes them back to the mystery room, which I guess was identified as the armory but it looks more like another library to me, and shows them a ghostly AU Sam and Dean. They’re trapped between worlds, apparently. Dean doesn’t care. When Cas assures him they don’t seem to be in pain, he’s ready to move on. I wonder how acutely he feels that.
Sam tells Cas that Ruby stashed the Occultum in Hell and Cas says “Ruby. The demon you were sexually intimate with.” Sam’s all, really, Cas, you’re going there? and it’s another episode of ha ha, funny Cas doesn’t understand human interactions, and then Dean goes all squinty eyed and says ”sexually intimate?” as if this is NEWS TO HIM and WHAT THE FUCKING WHAT, SHOW. This is not news to Dean. Sam told him ALL ABOUT IT in “I Know What You Did Last Summer.” Dean even told him it was “too much information.” Sam told him EVERYTHING. And now we’re supposed to think he didn’t know Sam was banging a demon?
FUCKLEMING!!!!
Anyway. Cas thinks they should get some confirmation from Ruby before going to Hell, but she is inconveniently dead. And also, why would she tell them the truth, considering they’re the reason she’s inconveniently dead. The guys don’t want to wait. They tell Cas to stay in the car right outside the door to Walmart and keep the engine running keep the spell to open Hell going.
Hell. Ugh So cheesy; so much hate. The guys come across a minion who says Rowena is hosting a reception, and he’ll take them to her. But Ruth wasn’t in the credits (for those of you who saw the credits) so obviously this is a trap. Fighty fighty, blah blah blah. Turns out they were set up by Jo. We do get a bit of a post-exertion huff from Sam, so it’s not a total waste.
While this is happening, Cas decides to go to the Empty to question Ruby, because he’s pretty sure Jo isn’t telling the truth. He needs Jack to kill him to the point that he’s only mostly dead. And we’re reminded about his deal with the Empty, so I guess that’s still a thing. Cas gives Jack a flask to hold his life force, and tells him that if this goes badly, Cas will be lost forever. And if Jack doesn’t keep the spell burning, the Winchesters will be stuck in Hell and will be lost forever. Wow, a lot of things could go wrong here. Jack puts a hand on Cas’s forehead and we see Cas’s grace drain into the flask.
Sister Jo’s place. She’s packing up and fleeing.
The Empty. Cas calls for Ruby. “Hello, Clarence,” says a familiar voice. It’s Meg! \o/ Oh, no. It’s just the Empty Guy in Meg form. Dammit. Meg’s got to be in here somewhere, and I’d love to see some Megstiel action one more time before I die. But it is very nice to see Rachel Miner. Empty!Meg calls Ruby out from the darkness. Ruby fondly remembers Sam as “the big lug” and tells Cas a completely different story about her relationship with Jo. {Sidebar: I hate to say this, but Gen doesn’t look so good in this episode, and I also remember her as a better actor.} Ruby tells Cas the Occultum is “a place, a thing, whatever you want to call it.” She’ll tell him where it is if he gets her out of the Empty. He promises to try, and she whispers in his ear.
Back at the bunker, the guys have returned and are horrified to find that Cas is hopefully in the Empty, hopefully finding Ruby, hopefully finding the location of the Occultum, and Sam says “that’s way too many hopefullys!” Hee. They demand that Jack bring him back. In the Empty, Empty!Meg tortures Cas and says Billie promised she could go back to sleep as soon as this is all over, while in the bunker, Jack feeds him his life force.
Resurrected from the nearly-dead, Cas gets called an idiot, because neither of these guys have ever risked their lives to get information (ha ha, sure Dean). He tells the guys he knows where the Occultum is, and they’re ready to go. However, Jack points out that if Chuck notices they’re gone and figures out what they’re doing, it’s game over. True. But that was also true when they went to Hell, and it didn’t seem to be a problem. Anyway, Dean has an idea. He thinks they need a visible presence in the bunker, because this is where Chuck will look.
We don’t know that. We don’t NOT know that.
Hee! Down in the armory, the AU Winchesters are still stuck between worlds. Dean thinks they can open the rift and yank the guys back into this world. Conveniently, since they’re stuck adjacent to this world, Cas’s grace should be plenty. The AU brothers are playing rock-paper-scissors and maybe I’m missing something, but it sure looks like Dean throws scissors and Sam throws rock, which means Sam wins, but Dean acts like he won. Maybe it’s different in AU World. Maybe AU World rocks are very soft.
Sam does the spell, because the one good thing I still get to have is that Sam is in charge of the spellwork. The next thing we see is the OG brothers and the AU brothers at the map table, drinking beer. I’m pretty sure Jared is going to take AU Sam’s purple suit home after they shoot the last episode. The AU brothers are awfully prissy and don’t drink much beer – “Dad won’t keep it in the house. He only likes his private label Scotch. He spoils us.” Damn. They really are prissy. And John is alive, and went through the rift with them, but they don’t know where he is now. Nor do they seem concerned at all, even though they toast him as the “best guy ever.” The AU Winchesters hunt worldwide, and get paid, and have their own plane. The originals explain to the AUs why they need them to act as decoys. OG Sam tells AU Sam that he’ll have to “lose the manbun” and AU Sam recoils in horror and this is NOT WORKING FOR ME. (Also, it’s not technically a manbun, it’s just half up.) I guess some of you loved them, and I’m sure J2 had fun playing them, but I’m just. Bleh. Rich hunters wouldn’t be fussy little twits. Maybe if they were MoL; I can see that. But hunters with money would, IMHO, be like those Duck Dynasty idiots. They’d still be wearing flannel, they’d just drive huge expensive SUVs.
Sam, who are these douches and why are they in our house?
{Sidebar: Why are all the AU Winchesters the same age as our Winchesters? If the other worlds were copies of ours, shouldn’t the AU brothers be younger? Shouldn’t we have Dylan Everett or Colin Ford here?}
Carrying on. The Impala pulls up to a church, and even Jack thinks this is too easy. But then it’s not, because we hear the distinctive growl of hellhounds. Dean gets the door unlocked just in time, and they all rush inside. Sam holds the doors closed as the other three casually wander around the church trying to find the Occultum. Sam is clearly having trouble, but no one comes to his aid. The sky conveniently clears, revealing a moonlit cross on the floor that marks the spot. Dean pulls up a floorboard and reveals a small blue velvet bag {Sidebar: Anyone else have a very similar Crown Royal bag full of cassette tapes in their car back in the 70s/80s? Or was that just me and my lowlife friends?} Inside the bag is an orb inscribed in Enochian: In order to be in the Occultum, the Occultum must be in you. Sam continues struggling with the door, and the others are all, you held the doors open against Lucifer himself, I’m sure you can handle a couple of silly hellhounds, which is true but still.
Bunker. AU Sam and Dean are cosplaying as our Sam and Dean, but not well. “They said lose the manbun, Samuel,” says AU Dean. “Look, hillbilly clothes are bad enough. I had to draw the line somewhere, and my hair is sacred.” Sam drinks beer with his pinkie extended, and hates it, and I’m sorry. I can’t stand this.
Scenes from the Writers’ Room
You know, last year, Jared got to play a couple of fun AU versions of Sam. I missed out on that.
Okay, but we’ve got you singing this year. And dancing.
Yeah, I know, but I really want to play a different version of Dean, too. I’m gonna be looking for jobs. I need to showcase all my talents.
All right, we can do that.
Also, make sure someone tells Dean he’s pretty.
Anyway. AU Dean is growing to enjoy beer, and he finds porn on Dean’s laptop (leave it to the Buckleming to bring back Busty Asian Beauties, ugh), and he thinks the OG life – nothing but beer, monsters, and porn – might not be so bad after all. AU Sam decides he agrees.
Back at the church, Sam is still the only thing between the rest of TFW 2.0 and grim death. As Cas and Dean squabble over what to do next, Jack figures out the obvious and swallows the Occultum. He collapses and glows and is transported to… Eden! Which has astroturf! And a weird girl who says Eden will change him “if you’re the one meant to find it.” She disappears and a snake appears in the tree. (Hello, Crawly!) “Who are you really?” it hisses. “Who are you meant to be?” Jack has some flashbacks to his best times and worst times and falls to the ground, crying. Then he appears back in the church as a glowing orb which immediately heads straight toward Sam, if you didn’t notice. But I did. Then it floats back to Cas and Dean. Sam collapses and the door opens, but the ball of light disperses the hellhounds and leaves Jack on the floor.
Aftermath! Bunker. Dean is dismissing the AU Winchesters. AU Dean suggests they all live there together, and OG Dean turns them down. He thinks they need to go to Brazil, and refuses their request to keep the flannel shirts. AU Dean tells him they saw the car – and drove it. I wonder when they did that, since the OG Winchesters drove it to the church. Huh. But that’s not what bugs me most about this. What bugs me most is that there’s NO WAY IN HELL (not even new, wimpy Walmart Hell) that Sam and Dean would have let those guys go. Would have turned them loose without any support. No fucking way.
Dean joins Sam, who is standing sadly in the hallway outside Jack’s door. Cas comes out of his room and says Jack is okay, but something is different. They go inside and oh, it’s not Jack’s room, it’s the kitchen. Jack is sitting at the table, crying. He apologizes for not understanding that killing Mary was his fault and begs for forgiveness. Looks like someone has been resouled. And – scene!
So. I didn’t really care for this one. In fact, it kind of made me lose hope for the rest of the season. And maybe the will to live. But I’m not going to dwell on that. I’m going to dwell on this: We don’t need any more side characters, even if they’re Sam and Dean.
Scenes From the Writers’ Room
Okay, who else can we bring back?
What about Ruby? I know a lot of fans would like to see some closure for her story.
I thought she had closure? When they killed her?
{laughter}
Good one. Yeah, let’s bring her back and wrap her story up. And we’ll give Cas and Jack some time too.
But we’ve gotta use the guys at some point. People are gonna complain.
I’ve got an idea – what if we have Jared and Jensen play two different people, rather than Sam and Dean?
You, my friend, are a fucking genius!
But if we had to get two AU Winchesters, couldn’t it have been the ones from Sam’s nightmares? Wouldn’t Boy!King Sam or MoC Dean have been awesome? And what if, after the AU Winchesters tumbled into the bunker, AU Sam quietly pulled OG Sam aside.
I need to talk to you. Alone. What is it? Do you have a secure room? Someplace we can ward? Why? Um… I’m not sure how to explain… Do you have Cain and Abel in your world? {Sam visibly blanches} We’ve got a dungeon. Come help me set it up. Now.
Wouldn’t that have been better than this crap? Or what about Samifer? Wouldn’t Sam and Dean’s reactions to Samifer have been magnificent? (Yeah, I know. We didn’t need a whole Plot. We just needed a small Device.)
And it turns out they’re not airing any more new episodes until… who knows when. Which means we’re stuck with this one. If I die and the last new episode of Supernatural I ever get to see is a fucking Buckleming episode, I’m going to be so pissed. I will come back and I will be haunting some asses. Enough whining. What did you think? And please help me stay unspoiled; thanks!
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Cordonian Wags
Part 2a- Training
In a world full of Professional footballers and their demanding wives- can their football team nicknamed the ‘Cordonian Apples’ succeed? An American female physiotherapist joins the club. Will this cause issues with the footballers wives?
*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry - AU Plot switch*
READ THIS PART BEFORE PART 2B 😊👍🏼
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******
Madeleine stumbled out the bathroom, after doing her usual party trick. Feeling high, she felt good in herself. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself- she was addicted.
“Enjoying powdering your nose Mrs Rhys?” Olivia narrowed her eyes at the mess of a woman stood in front of her
“Enjoying stalking my every move Mrs Rhys? Sad little life you lead...”
“We all know what you’re like Maddy! I’m not sad. If only Leo loved you... I kind of feel sorry for you- NOT!”
“Maybe you should try ‘powdering your nose’ one day- it might prevent that resting bitch expression you seem to wear constantly. You’re just jealous Liv- jealous that you can’t get dick like I can, jealous that you aren’t married to the captain...Poor little Livvy. Where is your husband anyway?”
Olivia gave Madeleine dagger eyes, not wanting to allow her have the last word in this spat- but the woman was talking sense. She hadn’t seen Liam for while, or Leo or Drake for that matter.
*****
Riley ran into the ballroom, the room was spinning- feeling like she was suffocating she had to remove herself from the scenario. Feeling paranoid that everyone was staring, she tried to conceal her feelings as she needed to sneak out. Sending a quick text to Constantine and Bertrand- she couldn’t bear facing everyone.
‘Thank you for the invite- it’s been a lovely night. I’ll see you at training tomorrow.. Ri x’
Lovely what the fuck why would you write that- it’s been eventful to say the least.
As she was texting, she wasn’t paying attention as to where she was walking.
“Oh. I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz. Please forgive me ladies.”
Before Olivia or Madeleine could respond- Riley swiftly exited the room, not looking back. They then both turned their heads and saw Liam come from near the veranda straightening his tie, breathing heavy. Shortly after, Leo followed from the same direction pulling his zip up- with a smirk as if he won the jackpot. Five minutes after Drake returned into the room providing a melancholy gaze, sorrow in his eyes.
The two wives looked at each other- both knowing something odd was going on. Neither had the opportunity to speak to Riley tonight- but after witnessing her attitude and the men’s reactions shortly after- they both agreed on something for the first time in their life’s.
“Ladies night- later this week!” They both said in unison. ‘Ladies night’ was a night that the Wags would organise- a night together without the men to receive gossip or interrogate each other about something.
*****
The night had ended, everyone headed outside to where a line of taxis were waiting provided for by the club. Going their separate ways, they each returned to their homes.
Olivia and Liam arrived home, he had been unusually quiet. Entering their bedroom, Olivia seductively made a move on her husband- which he declined. Olivia eyed her husband with confusion- no matter how drunk he was they would still have special time together.
“Not tonight Liv, I’m tired. And I’ve got training tomorrow. Love you.”
Olivia didn’t respond. Her mind was working overtime- paranoid that her brother in laws bad influence was rubbing on to Liam. She sighed, as she got into bed- Liam was already sparko.
*****
Leo walked through his front door- well attempted to walk. Madeleine pushed her way passed him. Throwing her Louboutin shoes off- not caring that they cost Leo a fortune.
“I’m surprised you managed to come home for once Leo! Did she reject you? Not surprised - she would need a magnifying glass to see what’s in your pants! Goodnight darling.”
“As a matter of fact, I had the best kiss ever! Better than kissing a slapped arse like you.... goodnight wifey. Sweet dreams....”
*****
Maxwell had offered to take Drake home once Constantine had finished his announcement. However the drinks kept flowing and Drake let his hair down. Mainly standing in the corner people watching.
His head was spinning as he returned home, he thanked Maxwell for the offer- but he just wanted to jump in bed and sleep off the alcohol before training the following morning.
Opening his door, he saw Kiara in lingerie waiting for his return. Shaking his head he couldn’t forgive her for not attending so she definitely wasn’t having sex from him.
“You’re home late...” she said seductively, roaming her hands over his body.
“I’m surprised you’re even here. How was work?” He snapped back- imagining her nose to grow like Pinocchio.
“How was the party?”
“Why did you ignore my question? It was the usual- Leo drunk and trying it on with anything with a pulse! Savannah was intoxicated. Maddy spent half the night in the bathroom, when she wasn’t there she was spitting insults towards Liv... you’d have known if you had bothered to come! But no you don’t care! It’s all about you isn’t it Ki?”
“Drake please...”
“No kiara! I’m fed up of you, of this, of us.... I want you to leave!”
“It’s just the booze... come to bed baby.”
“I’m sleeping on the couch. Goodnight Kiara.”
*****
Riley had a quick shower when she returned to her flat, pulling her hair into a lose bun she observed the paperwork she had prepared for the men.
Setting an alarm on her phone, she was about to place it on the bedside table before it began to buzz.
I know you probably don’t want to hear from me- I just had to get your number from Bertrand. I can still smell you on me- I haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, I’m sorry that it was impromptu- it felt right. I hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship. 😞
You need to stop thinking about it. Everyone was drunk. It was a drunk stupid moment. I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen. We will never have a friendship- for the next nine months all we have is a professional relationship. Goodnight!👋🏼
So it meant nothing to you then? Nothing at all?🤔
It meant nothing. Please don’t text me back. See you at training.⚽️
Lie to me. Lie to yourself. But there was a spark there. We need to talk about it. See you tomorrow 😘
Riley ignored the last text, she felt like she had to block the number but couldn’t bring herself to do it.
*****
Riley met Bertrand on the pitch the following day, her head was still spinning- she was hoping that she wasn’t the only one with a lingering hangover.
“What is that monstrosity that you are drinking?” Bertrand frowned at her and spoke to her with disgust in his tone of voice.
“Hangover cure, Mr Beaumont... kale, celery, apple, avocado, ginger and lemon. It surprisingly works a treat- once it kicks in.”
“With all due respect Riley, it looks like my wife’s sick this morning.”
“She was that bad huh?” At least I wasn’t the only one, she thought.
“Yes. She’s what you would call a lightweight. Did he text you by the way? He said you left your bank card. I wouldn’t usually give people’s numbers out.....”
Riley showed a perplexed expression, then realised that was the excuse to gain her number. Opening her mouth ready to explain that it was a misunderstanding she was interrupted by the man she kissed.
“Yes, I did text her... Here’s your card, Riley.”
Riley shook her head, what a shit excuse to get my number...
“Just pretend and give me it back after training” he whispered.
“Won’t your significant other half need your credit card to go on a shopping spree?” She whispered back before using her usual tone of voice.
“Thank you. Whilst you’re here- fill this form out for me please.”
Bertrand walked away to prepare the training equipment, and also organised the water bottles to be prepared for the men. Riley was going to help him but was pulled back. He grabbed her wrist forcing her to look at him.
“You can’t avoid me. We need to talk.”
“As I said to you, there’s nothing to talk about. You need to go inside and get ready for training.”
He removed his top, smirking at her as he discarded it on the floor.
“It’s a sunny day.. might as well get a head start before the lads arrive...”
Riley couldn’t help but admire his muscled and ripped body before shaking her head and making her way towards the dressing room. He’s taken, I’m married- you are here work Riley Brooks.
******
Once the men had all arrived for training, the atmosphere in the dressing room was quiet and slightly morbid due to everyone suffering with their hangovers. Bertrand allowed Riley in the room once all the men were dressed, she gave them each a medical form and pen.
After reviewing the forms, the men were generally all fit and well. Luckily for her there were no major injuries that had occurred last season.
“Gentlemen, i don’t know how your old physio worked with you, but I’d like you to follow two procedures known as PRICE and HARM if an injury occurs. Please read through these leaflets. Please play nice. Wear the correct footwear, always warm up and warm down properly. If you are in any pain during training or a match please don’t continue playing, please come to one of us for advise. Rest is an important factor as well as a balanced diet. Keep hydrated at all times! Mr Beaumont, I’ll let you continue... Please don’t make too much work for me!” She laughed, and the men chuckled back.
“You heard the lady, gentleman. We need to kick start the season off with 3 points. No prancing about like women. Let’s go and all give it your best.”
******
The men completed training for the day, Riley felt that they weren’t concentrating as they should be. Every so often, Leo, Liam and Drake would come upto her for a drink of water. Each one of them attempted to talk to her- she felt ignorant but they didn’t have time for ‘chit chat’. They had their first match in a few days.
Once the training had ended, Leo made his way over to Riley and Bertrand who were filling out paper work- he could win an Oscar for the way he was acting with his fake limp.
“Riley, my leg hurts. Could you massage it for me?” Providing her with a pet lip and a wink, Riley just raised her eyebrows.
“You are fine. And for the record- you need to trust your team mates and allow them to help you. You are a team- it’s not the Leo Rhys show. You are going to gain an injury by not allowing them to score too!”
“Would that be such a bad thing gaining an injury? I’d have your hands all over me.”
“You’re gross you know that? And yes it would be a bad thing for your wife if you can’t play ever again.”
“Fuck her....”
“Fuck who?” Liam asked, walking into the middle of a conversation.
“My beautiful wife- your sister in law.” He shuddered as he said this- He detested her, he wanted a divorce but his father advised him not to. Drake joined the two brothers as they insulted their wives, before providing his own two-penneth.
“Madeleine is beautiful, maybe? But she’s a devil in disguise. Like all the women here.”
“I’ll leave you three to criticise us women alone. I need to go, Leo remember what I said- you’re all a team. See ya.”
“Is she okay? What did you do to her Leo?” Liam concerned with his brothers past interactions with women- they either fell at his knees or ran away. Exactly what Riley had just done. Liam didn’t understand why but he was constantly thinking about the newbie- most likely had similar thoughts to his brother. But he respected Olivia - even though these thoughts lingered throughout his mind, he loved his wife. Maybe Riley was just that lust feeling.
“I did nothing- I asked for a massage, she refused. I will get her one of these days, I’ll make her mine just you two watch!”
Leo left the men, with an overconfident stroll. His thought remained on Riley. Constantly thinking of how to claim her as his. He was a player - no pun intended, but he often thought if he found the right person his attitude may change and he could eventually settle down.
“So Drake, Just you and I... Are you going to Max’s later? If so, will Kiara be attending?”
“No, I’m going to give it a miss. And no she’s.....”
“Working?” They both said in unison- Liam laughed, Drake meanwhile wanted to kill him for making his love life look like a laughing stock.
“It’ll be a good night, I wonder what Riley will think of a Beaumont bash. She’s either going to love them or hate them. Talk to you tomorrow.”
Drake nodded. He didn’t actually know what Kiara had planned for the night as he slept on the couch- his sleeping beauty was still asleep when he left for training. Just having Riley’s name mentioned, made him think about her. And quite possibly change his mind about attending the younger Beaumont’s party.
*****
Some of the friends arrived at Maxwell’s house, he had prepared a music Masterlist, placed far too much glitter around everywhere and in everything- please don’t choke on the glitter.
Max, Hana, Bertrand, Savannah, Leo, Liam and Drake all were socialising. Drake offered to go and put his nephew to bed. He was a fantastic uncle and loved his nephew to the moon and back- unconditional love. Bartie fell asleep instantly in his uncles arms- looking down at the young boy he wished he had what Savannah and Bertrand had- a loving family.
“So where are all the wives then?” Maxwell questioned, aiming the question towards Leo Liam and Drake as he re-entered the room.
“Well for a start I’m not married, Maxwell. And I never will be.”
“To answer your question Max, Olivia is out with her aunt.”
“And maddy... she could be dead in a ditch for all I care.”
Before Maxwell could answer, Bertrand’s phone rung.
“Hi Riley. What’s up?”
“Erm, could you put Maxwell on the phone please?”
Bertrand gave Max the phone, Max in his drunk mind put her on loud speaker - unknowingly to her.
“Hi gorgeous. What’s up? What time are you coming? Hana and Savannah can’t wait to see you.”
“I’m really sorry I’m not coming....”
Riley hung up, Maxwell grabbed Hana and rung a taxi- asking Bertrand for her address they both got in the taxi hoping to persuade her to reconsider. The others looked bewildered as the two of them ran out of the house. Leo, Liam and Drake all deep down were heartbroken that she wasn’t coming but at the same were concerned after hearing her cry.
******
The two friends banged on her door, hoping she would answer. They didn’t like to see anyone upset- and as a team they were supposed to look after each other.
Riley got out of bed, leaving the half a bar of chocolate on the side- whenever she was upset she turned to chocolate, she had a sweet tooth.
“Max? Hana?”
“What’s up? You’ve been crying.” Maxwell stating the obvious, pulled her into a tight hug. Wiping the mascara and tears away from her face she now didn’t mimic a panda.
“I’m sorry, I’m just not in the mood to party... Come in for a quick drink? I don’t want to keep you from everyone...”
Maxwell and Hana followed her inside, noticing Bridget Jones on the tv, a large glass of wine, and a shit ton of chocolate wrappers and Riley’s wedding rings on the table.
“So.... I had a phone call today after training. My husband is refusing to sign the divorce papers...”
“Even more of a reason to drink with friends then... pack a bag you can stay at mine for a few nights...”
Riley sat on her leather couch, head in her hands. Usually she was the strong independent woman even after all the shit her husband put her through.
“What happened with your marriage Riley? You don’t have to tell us but we can help.” Hana asked softly, providing a comforting arm.
“Xavier- my estranged husband is the Spanish version of Leo... humiliated me, slept around, flirted with women in front of me. He became injured- and never played for the premier league again. After that he became paranoid that I was around his colleagues too much. He abused me. Emotionally and physically. And now the son of a bitch won’t divorce me. I came here to start a fresh. I didn’t want another relationship, he has put me off for life...but....”
“But what?” Maxwell’s eyebrows perked up, awaiting for some gossip.
“At the party, someone kissed me. I was so angry at myself for losing the will power. I feel guilty. Your brother gave him my number- I want to block him. But I can’t. I don’t think I can do this or stay here.”
“Get your things! You’re coming back to mine. You are staying with us. It’ll be fun - sleepovers, eating more chocolate than you have done tonight, I have wine lots of wine. You are not leaving. You don’t have to tell us who you kissed... that is your business. Between you two.”
#theroyalromance#choices trr#riley brooks#drakewalker#maxwell beaumont#liam rhys#leo rhys#hanalee#bertrand beaumont#savannah walker#au the royal romance
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╰☆╮ KAYLEE BRYANT , 20 , CIS-FEMALE , SHE/HER ☆ — wait , is that FRANCESCA SINCLAIR ? dean kensington has been looking for them . you didn’t hear it from me but , apparently the JUNIOR might know something about the whole omega chi & kappa tau situation . while they can be SENSITIVE & HEDONISTIC , they’re far too CHEERFUL & NURTURING to be involved , right ? those who know them say they’re reminded of effortlessly running in high heels, loud but sweet giggles, scrunchies loosely tied on brown locks, dancing in your room listening to your favorite song, & cherry lip gloss over soft pink lipstick whenever they’re around . honestly , the CIVIL ENGINEERING major should try to keep their head down . after the events of last semester , kensington is out for blood . did you know that FRANKIE is a member of GAMMA RHO ALPHA ? that might explain why their name is being brought up . ☆ PEACHES , 22 , SHE/HER, & BRT ╰☆╮
for the first time in my life im actually in time for opening, *jvn’s voice* can you believe ?? but under the cut there’s info on my clueless princess <3
Francesca's family comes from old money made from an international oil corp. though her father didn't want anything to do with it and went to become a successful criminal lawyer, he still receives money from the company.
she grew up as an only child, the apple of her dad's eye, meaning she would always get everything that she wants and when she didn't, she'd throw a fit and get it anyway. such a brat ugh.
Francesca is the stereotype of a preppy girl to tee. she lives in her perfect rose-colored world and is definitely out of touch with reality ((she never voted wow)). she’s pretty clueless when it comes to the real world.
all her problems can be solved with her dad's black amex, not gonna lie. she's a ditz with a credit card and a serious spoiled princess (( she even wears a crown when she's getting ready to go out ))
despite all of her HIGHKEY big flaws (though in frankie's eyes, she is perfect), she is a decent human being ??
she’s always been the bubbly, friendly type, and will do anything for her friends. you send a text that you are not feeling ok ?? she'll run right where you are and shower you with love.
and this means she completely lacks personal boundaries and will butt into your personal life? absolutely. but she means well. she just wants to aggressively help everyone she can.
frankie falls in love at least 5 times a day. your muse did something nice to her ?? said something nice ?? give her the attention she needs ?? she's already in love writing their names in a big heart.
this also means that any fuckboi can take advantage of her. like even if they did something wrong to her ?? she'll forgive ?? if they say something nice and charming ?? save francesca from herself please.
though she is a bubbly person and overall princess, frankie is a hoe with a kinky side. she's pretty much a mix of cher horowitz and blair waldorf and jackie burkhart.
also civil engineering ?? who would have thought ?? well, frankie might not be the best student but she SURE knows her maths and physics and it is an actual queen with it ?? like... she understands all the formulas so easily, ugh i wish
ok here are some wanted connections !! it’s just the tag bc i will make a page up once we are all settled
and here is my reaction if you come and plot with me and my klutz princess
i love you all already
that’s all
bye
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Go on. This is your free card to talk for hours about daddy saeran.
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