#props to whoever made these gifs & took these photos

[ohburrryoureabsolutelyridiculous]

One month (for the states) until pookie comes to play.

[imaginesfor-thesoul]

spencer reid x hotch! daughter

(this is totally an au w/out jack and haley IM SORRY)

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The BAU had always heard about SSA Hotchner’s beloved daughter, (y/n), though none of the members had ever had the pleasure of meeting the aforementioned.

Besides the occasional anecdote, Hotch kept mostly to himself about his family. The only tangible evidence that (y/n) even existed was the black and white baby picture propped up on Hotch’s desk. On especially hard days, that silver photo frame displaying his gorgeous baby girl would be the only thing getting him through the day.

Naturally, mystery creates conspiracy. Derek had proposed that perhaps she was trouble, a black sheep. Maybe Hotch was ashamed to talk about her. Garcia, on the other hand, had attempted at some light snooping (minor invasion of privacy). Her search amounted to nothing more than a couple report cards and a birth certificate. JJ could appreciate Hotch’s value of privacy for his family, though on drunken nights with Emily and Spencer would sometimes picture what the mystery girl looked like (this often concluded with a female hotchner, furrowed brows and all).

The elusive daughter of aaron hotchner was far from the BAU’s mind that day, when a young girl wandered into the bullpen asking to talk to “Mr. Hotchner”.

The girl, late teens early twenties at first glance, walked into the buzzing room with a look of worry, yet a piqued interest.

She had got in using her last name and showing ID just to confirm. “Would you like me to tell your dad that you’re here, sweetie?” the kind woman front desk asked with soft eyes.

(y/n) shook her head “that’s alright, i’ll find him, thanks.”

Walking through the glass doors, it was busier than she was expecting. Perhaps she would need help finding her dad after all.

Taking cautious steps, so not to disturb the important people probably doing very important things all around her, (y/n) didn’t see the 6’1” mop of hair and cardigan approaching behind her.

“What are you looking for?” A silvery voice inquired from behind her.

The sudden voice caused (y/n) to jump out of her skin “Jesus dude, you scared the hell out of me!” She turned to see a man. A very gorgeous man. He wore tall cheekbones and wide, heartbreaking eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized quickly, though his previous question still lingering in the air.

(y/n) crossed her arms over her chest and quirked a brow. “How did you know I was looking for something?”

The man flashed a quick (cocky) smirk before stating “Well to start, when you got to the glass door, you pulled before pushing it open, indicating that you’ve never been here before, or at the very least, haven’t been here often. You came in slowly and scanned the entire floor, shortly analyzing every face around you, as well as reading every sign on a door from where you entered to here.” He finished. He spoke quickly, precisely and matter of factly.

As impressed as she was, all (y/n) could manage to say was “So you’re a profiler, huh. Let me guess, Reid?” She had remembered her dad telling her about the young genius.

Taken slightly aback, Spencer responded with “Uh, yeah. And you?”

“That’s not important. What is important however is the fact that you’ve been watching me! What, do I have a “kick me” sign on my back or something?” (y/n) nervously quipped. For some reason, he made her feel small... and warm, is it hot in here??

“No, not that I saw” He smiled lightly. “So, can I help you find something?”

(y/n) remembered why she had come here in the first place. “Oh yeah! Can you point me towards my- uh... Mr. Hotchner.” She cringed a little at her close slip up.

Reid instinctively pointed towards the top of the steps of the bullpen and towards the middle office. “He’s right up there-“

(y/n) lit up and began heading that direction.

“Wait you can’t just walk in there, he might be on a call or something. Do you have an appointment maybe we can get you to JJ!” He fumbled over his words as the girl continued to confidently stride towards his bosses office.

He looked to the members of his team for any sort of guidance or suggestions, yet they all remained speechless when the girl threw open Hocthner’s office door and jumped on in. “Who the fuck?” Was all Derek could say.

(y/n) pulled the door open with an unexpected force. It had been about 2 weeks since she had seen her father, and the look of surprise on his face made the homecoming all the more better.

“(y/n)?! What are you doing here?? How did you get in?” Hotchner questioned. Concerned, yet always happy to see his girl.

Noticing the numerous sets of eyes on him from the profilers downstairs, he quickly closed the blinds before scooping (y/n) into an overdue bear hug. “I missed you, dad.” She told him, letting go of him.

“I missed you too, (y/n). Always.” Smiling sadly, he ushered her over to his desk to take a seat.

“So what’s going on?” Hotchner asks, his furrowed brow returning.

(y/n) sighs, returning to reality stung a bit as the memories flood back. “I’m sorry I didn’t just do this over phone but I’m too afraid to use my phone in case someone is tapping it.” She let out, a slight pounding in her chest as the anxiety returns.

“What are you talking about?” Hotch eagerly asked. Worry spreading across his features.

“Do you remember a couple weeks ago my roommate, Amber, passed away from a drug overdose?” (y/n) began.

Hotch nodded.

“Well, two nights ago, I came back and my other roommate, Lacy is-“ (y/n) was trying everything in her power not to cry in front of her dad, though the words could barely come out. “She’s missing, dad! And there was a note... A note saying that whoever left it had killed Amber and that Lacy was next!”

She was hysterical now.

Hotchner’s heart broke as fear rose within him. His worse fear of something happening to (y/n) was getting dangerously close, and his sobbing daughter in front of him made him ache through and through.

“Right, here’s what we’ll do.” He took her hands in his in attempt to get her to stop crying.

“I’ll get the team on it right away. you’re going to have to help us, but I promise you, we will keep you safe.” (y/n) nodded and wiped the flowing tears off her cheek.

After a few more minutes of consolation, (y/n) had gathered herself and followed behind her father out his office door. Standing above the bullpen, Hotch shortly cleared his throat gaining the attention of his team. “We’ve got an urgent case, everyone up here now, Morgan, grab Garcia.”. The tall, dark and undeniably handsome man nodded and headed off promptly.

The rest of the team, curious as to why JJ hadn't brought the case to the team obeyed nonetheless. Reid caught (y/n)’s eyes once more. Through that gaze, an incomparable sense of safety fell upon the two. 

Filing into a board room, Morgan and Garcia were the last to stumble in after Hotch, (y/n), Reid, Prentiss, JJ and Rossi. It was interesting for (y/n) to finally place faces to the names she had heard many stories about. 

Hotch stood before the team. “Everyone, this is my daughter, (y/n). I wish I could've introduced her under different circumstances but here we are.”

A slight, barely audible realization settled through the team with Derek and Garcia fondly smiling towards you, JJ and Prentiss sharing a glance as if to say “called it”, Rossi nodding in understanding and Reid gaining a slight look of fear across his features.

As her father explained the events from the past couple of weeks, (y/n) zoned in and out, knowing the case through and through. Though she was still fearful, she let her mind drift towards the absolute sunshine that was Dr. Spencer Reid. His light had been the only source to pull (y/n) out of her total darkness, though it was just momentary.

They were magnetic from across the table. She didn't want him to pity her. As Hotch detailed what was going on, Reid couldn't help but glance at the girl, in a silent attempt at reassurance. 

Pictures of Lacy and Amber (that Garcia had quickly dug up) up on the screen, (y/n) felt the familiar feeling of darkness creeping up once more, her eyes welling up, though she couldn't seem to look away. She didn't seem to hear as Hotchner finished up and the team immediately jumped into action.

A large hand made its way to her trembling one. “We’ll find her, I promise”.

(y/n) looked into Reid’s soulful eyes and she could tell, he genuinely meant it.

Catching sight of her father’s furrowed brow, she swiftly slid her hand from under his and cleared her throat. She shortly replied “Thank you.” Though the look in her eye declared so much more.

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part two

AN oh hey, it’s been a minute. 

[cchvrrybbvmb]

|| Sweater Weather || (Pt 2)

Bangchan x Fem!Reader (College AU)

Characters: Christopher Bang (Bangchan), Han Jisung, Seo Changbin, (3RACHA)

Synopsis: You were just starting college and to save on money, you move in with your brother and his two friends. Soon, you began to get a little crush on one of them. But there’s a problem, he has a girlfriend. A really awful one too. Not only that, but the school’s playboy has taken an interest in you.

Chapter Info/Warning: smut, fluff, angst, curse words, cheating, fighting, yelling

Word Count: 

A/N: Listen, I’m a staytiny.. so I had to. Sorry there’s not a lot going on right now, but pt 3 will make up for that.

YT Playlist

Pt 1 |Pt 2 |

“Ugh.. Shut.. Up..” You groaned as you lazily reached over to turn off your alarm. A sigh escaped you as you flopped your arm down on the bed, blinking up at the ceiling to wake yourself up. 

“Mmph...” You groaned quietly, sitting up and climbing out of bed. Dragging your feet across the floor, you made your way over to the dresser and pulled out some random pieces of fabric, hoping the outfit you tiredly put together would make sense and look good. Lazily, you got dressed and grabbed the things you needed before heading out your bedroom door. 

“Binnie..!” You called, walking down the hall and knocking on his bedroom door. “I need a ride to class...!” A groan was heard from the otherside of the door before it opened, a tired Changbin standing there. 

“Mm.. Okay.. Let me put my shoes on and we’ll go..” He grumbled, rubbing his face a bit. 

It didn’t take long before the two of you were out the apartment and pulling into the parking lot of the campus. Wow, this place was nicer than the photos. “Don’t do anything stupid, and text me when you’re classes are over.” Binnie said, waving you goodbye as you got out of the car and shut the door behind you. 

With a small, nervous sigh, you made your way into the building and made your way to the first class of the day, Music and Dance History. You took a seat in one of the few empty ones, right next to a boy with dark hair, a single silver streak in his hair. His head was propped up on his elbow, his narrow and cat-like eyes staring off at the teacher while they began their lecture. He glanced over at you while you got settled in, a small smile creeping up on his well structured face.

“You’re new here.” He said softly, his voice sounding like velvet and honey. You couldn’t lie, he was kinda hot. Damn, only your first day and you already have two men you’d like to really get to know. “I’m San. You are..?”

“Y/N.” You said simply, returning his smile with one of your own. “And yeah, I am a bit new here. You ah.. wouldn’t mind showing me around, would you? I had trouble finding this class, so I might need help finding my other two.”

“Sure. Under one condition, though.” He said, moving to lean back in his chair a bit to stretch before he turned slightly and moved a bit closer to you. “I get your number, and you come to my friend’s party Saturday.”

“That’s two conditions, but okay. Here.” You tore a piece of paper out of your journal and scribbled your number down before handing it to him. Almost immediately, he grabbed his phone off the desk and shot you a quick text. 

XXX-XXX-XXXX: hey ;)

You giggled quietly, saving his number as ‘San, the party boy’. 

The rest of your classes went by smoothly, San helping you out by showing you how to get to them and where some bathrooms were along the way. When your final class ended, you left almost immediately and waited by the end of the hall for San. 

“Hey!” He called from behind you, jogging up the hallway to stand next to you. “When do you go into work?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. 

“I go in at five, why?” You reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of your face as you rocked back and forth on your heels.

“Because, I wanna take you to work. If.. that’s okay with you.” 

“Um.. Actually, I already have a ride. My brother is picking me up. Sorry, but maybe tomorrow?” You said, watching as his face lit up. 

“Yeah! Okay! Can I.. uh, walk you to wherever you need to go now?” San asked, but instead of using your words, you just nodded and grabbed his wrist to lead him out of the building. The two of you walked together to where Changbin was waiting for you, leaning against the side of the car with his arms crossed.

“Y/N you’re finally he-... San?” Changbin seemed a bit confused as to why he was with you. He uncrossed his arms and stood upright. “What are you doing with my sister..?”

“S-Sister.. wait.. You’re her brother?” San pulled his arm away from you and looked at the two of you in confusion, then his look of confusion turned into a devious, mischievous grin. “That’s good to know. Well, see you later Y/N!” And with that, he walked towards his car and left.

Changbin was silent during the ride to your job, until he pulled into the parking lot. “Do me a favor, stay away from San. He’s not good news.”

“What do you mean? Binnie, he’s the first friend I made here. Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do.” You retaliated, a little annoyed that he was acting this way about San, who seemed to be a good guy to you.

“He has a reputation of sleeping around, Y/N. Trust me. He’s gonna eat you up then throw you out. I’m just trying to look out for you. But, if you wanna find out for yourself, go ahead.” He sighed, looking over to you. “Have a good day at work.”

After you got changed in the bathroom, you put your hat on and made your way behind the counter to meet your boss. He went over the basics of how things worked and introduced you to the other insider working there.

“This is Felix. He’s been here for a few months now and can help you out if you need any help.” With that, he left to go help a customer up front.

Felix was a little taller than you, small and freckled face. He had messy brown hair and seemed very cheerful, happy to help you make pizzas. “This is how we slap them out, it’s pretty simple.” He grabbed a medium sized dough ball from the proofer and threw it down into the little container of cornmeal. 

“Once you got it nice and coated on both sides, you pick it up and run it through this thingy like.. this” He said, watching as the dough slid through the machine. “Now it’s flat! And now we can dock it!” You followed along, watching as he took his fingers and pressed down into the edge of the dough, moving them around the entire thing. “Now you just pick it up, and slap the living shit out of it.” And he did. You sputtered as cornmeal flew into your mouth, quickly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Jeez, that stuff really gets everywhere, huh?” You asked, laughing softly. It wasn’t long before you sort of knew what you’re doing, and it wasn’t long until it got busy.

“Ugh.. I smell so bad.” You mumbled, walking into the apartment with Changbin behind you. 

“Then shower, stinky.” Changbin teased as he set his car keys down on the counter. “I’m gonna head to bed though, you do whatever. Jisung is asleep though, so keep it down. I don’t know where Channie is.” He waved bye, then went into his room.

You decided to shower first, heading straight into the bathroom shared between you, Jisung, and Chan. You started your water, then undressed yourself before slipping into the nice, hot hot shower. This felt nice. You stayed in there for a little while before finally stepping out, wrapping a towel around your body. Since Chan apparently wasn’t home and the other two were asleep, you thought it’d be okay to just get dressed in your room.

You left the bathroom and hurried to your bedroom, slipping the towel off of your body.

“Y/N you left your-...” You froze for a moment, then glanced back at whoever was speaking. Chan. Oh god. Move. Do something. Just don’t stand there! You panicked, grabbing the towel and throwing it over yourself. 

“Chris! Close the door!” You yelled, even though you were the one who left it open. But to be fair, you didn’t realize he was actually home.

“O-Okay! Sorry Y/N! Please don’t tell your brother about this!” He quickly closed the door after setting your schoolbag down on the ground. You got dressed as quickly as possible and just climbed into the bed, deciding that going to sleep was the best option.

[angelkurenai]

Imagine having to pretend to be a couple with your boss, Dean, for a case of a serial killer who targets couples and you have to make out the whole while.

“Alright, that's it. If the news say that they also got a letter after this-” you pointed at the photos projected on the white screen in front of the whole team “Then I'm out. I'm not going to be hunting zodiac's ghost now, that's not my department and I'm definitely not paid enough for it. Serial killers I'll take, any day, but their ghosts is a no-go.”

“What? Not a fan of ghosts there, (Y/l/n)?” Gabriel said, loving to tease the living heaven out of you, but you only shot him a glare. You'd have thrown him the object closest to you at the moment but that happened to be your badge and you were sure that if he got his hands on it, he wouldn't return it just to earn a good laugh out of the situation you'd get in. Despite how much you loved the guy as family, he had an impeccable way of getting on your nerves with his jokes. And you weren't the only one.

“Wanna figure that on your own, Gabe, or what? I have my gun right here in case you'd like to try walking through walls, you know.” you challenged back, raising a casual eyebrows as you leaned forward.

“Oh get in the line, honey.” he chuckled “I never took you for one to believe in the supernatural, though.”

“I know I will regret asking, but why is that so?” your best friend, Sam, asked from his seat next to you.

“Well, simple.” Gabriel leaned back in his seat, legs propped up on the table in a way that made you want to roll your eyes. The best team of cops in the entire police station, definitely the entire city and even the state itself and yet... a bunch of five-year-olds. Kids. You worked with kids. “Because she hasn't slept with me to know the ultimate experience of-”

“You finish that sentence then so help me, Gabriel.” this time it wasn't neither you nor Sam, who much like an older brother figure wouldn't hesitate to be protective, that spoke up. It was a much more rough and deep voice that belonged to none other but the leader himself, Dean Winchester. “I'll let you know that (Y/l/n) is not the only who has a gun in this room. So unless you'd like to try another supernatural experience of your own, alone, then keep it shut for the rest of the briefing too.”

At his words, and the tone in his voice, you couldn't help but glance at your chief. His words had indeed made Gabriel shut up, only because he knew that if he pissed the man off about something concerning you then there would be hell to pay. Others had learned so the hard way. The members of the team were different, you were a family after all these years of working together, so it definitely meant Dean was a bit more soft towards them. As much as soft could go on this line of work and with such a case hanging right above your heads. The pressure of a serial killer on the loose had you all on edge, the team and whole station too, but even more so the detective himself. Another murder had been reported but you had not gotten there in time to get the killer and the frustration was obvious on the gree-eyed man you had come closest to.

Said green eyes that were red-rimmed and tired, dark circles from lack of sleep very much obvious and making your heart ache. It wasn't easy getting attached to someone in this line of work – and what you felt for Dean was much more than just an attachment – not to mention get involved with someone who was also part of the job himself. But at the end of the day you couldn't help the pull on your heartstrings. His suit jacket was resting on his seat, his white sleeves rolled up, his tie lose around his neck along with a button or two undone. A scruff had started to form, obviously no time for things such as shaving anymore. All signs that he was beating himself up for yet another victim were right there.

The man looked in your direction and you held his gaze if only for a few seconds so as not to make it too obvious to both him and the rest of your friends and colleagues.

You cleared your throat and put on a small smirk, glancing at Gabriel and saying what would hopefully be the last line about the issue “It would have been a unique supernatural experience indeed. Me falling asleep the first three minutes. Quiet the magic you'd have pulled there, seeing as I have never once in my life been able to fall asleep so fast naturally.”

You grinned even more when you heard a small laugh come from Jack's direction. Despite his young age, he had remarkable abilities on the field and quickly had proved to be a valuable asset to the team. Besides, he was more family in the first place before he decided to follow in his adoptive father's – Castel's – steps and become a colleague too, all also thanks to his bright mind.

“Oh someone's in the mood today.” he smirked, unable to stop himself from commenting. And even though, by the looks of it, he had more to say he refered from it because of the sharp look Dean gave him.

“I'll be in the mood only when I go on vacation. Which I need real bad but because of this asshole seems to be even further away from now.” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back in your seat “And I definitely don't get paid enough for this.”

“If you're looking for a change of career then I always have the perfect suggestion for you, darling. All you have to do is ask.” the smirk was as clear as the accent in the man's voice and you raised an eyebrow at him. He was no part of he team per see, because he wasn't a cop, but being a man who did business in the dark meant he had ears and eyes around when the crime really took place the most and therefore was of great help to you.

“Work... Work for you? But then what could she be do-” Jack started with an adorable frown. Despite how smart and skilled he was on the job, he seriously lacked social skills much like his father.

“Stripping.” you shrugged, face blank “I never get to play that role when it comes to cases, by the way.” any of the words you said were not meant seriously but that one sentence was. Only because someone, green eyes, full lips, tall and firm built, and your superior was always being over-protective and even possessive even though he had no right to. So if you could piss him off for it, then so be it. “So yeah, work as a stripper. Most probably. At least I hope? Because I swear, if you're thinking of making me a hooker, Crowley I'll personally kick your-”

“Alright, kids. If you're done fooling around then would you mind if we kept going with the briefing or are we interruptingyou?” sarcasm was nearly dripping from his lips and you raised an eyebrow at him “But we have a serial killer on the loose and a clock ticking that says we should catch his the soonest possible.”

“Whom-” you started to point out “We would have caught had someone decided to listen to my plan the previous time. But you're still glad you didn't let me go through with that, aren't you?”

“Which involved you nearly getting killed and don't tell me I don't know that!” he pointed out, raising a finger to stop you from talking, his voice deep and authoritative when the next words came from his lips “Don't you dare. Because it would mean you getting face to face with a man who could easily shoot you without a second thought if he realized you're a cop. You couldn't have handled it, nobody could, and you bet your ass I'm glad I didn't give you my permission to go through with that.”

And as that, with only a few words, you forgot all about how much you wanted to comfort the man and take some of the weight off his shoulder. With only a few words you almost forgot just how much you cared for- well, scratch that. You almost forgot just how much you loved the man and the only thing that you could feel, for the man and in general, was endless frustration. He could drive you insanely mad with anger just by using a couple words. And despite knowing how much care was behind hose words, despite how much good he wanted to do, he managed to do the opposite almost every time. Like this one.

“Well good for you, chief!” you nearly exclaimed “Now go ahead and add another body to the long list and let us all wait and see how many dead people it will take for you to listen to my plan. Which, by the way let's be honest, is the closest we'd be able to get to him and we both know it, Dean.”

He held your gaze, his anger bubbling up as well as he clenched his jaw. It was almost like a staring match, ready to see that whoever broke the look first then they lost the argument. He scoffed, in the end, tearing his eyes away from yours before he started rubbing them “You know what? I'm not doing this with you. I'm too tired to try and convince you it wouldn't work. Not without consequences.”

“And I am too tired trying to convince you that just because I am a woman, doesn't mean I can't handle things like everybody else! Doesn't mean I can't be a good cop and doesn't mean I-” you hadn't realised when your voice started raising but in such a match, it could never get more scary or powerful that Dean's roaring one. Much like now when he cut you off.

“Well, much fucking better than being dead! And I can't have that- I won't have that and you know it. Not with anybody in this team and especially not with you!” he nearly made you jump in your place because, and even if it was scary, you appreciated that when it came to yelling at you or in general kicking your ass as any boss should, he took no consideration of gender (unlike previous chiefs you've had) and made no discriminations “So-” he continued in a lower but just as dangerous voice “You can go and hate me all you want but I'll take it, just like I'll take another death take it all on me, because – and you can call me a selfish bastard for this if you want to, fine by me – I'd much rather it be someone I don't know and not you.”

The silence that followed after that was so thick you could almost cut right through it. You felt your eyes burn and upon realizing it was unshed tears, you forced yourself to look away from him. You could only hear his heavy breathing and you could almost see him, resting his weight on his chair as he gripped the back with both his hands in firm fists. Nobody said a word for a good few seconds and although you could feel their eyes, it wasn't what made you uncomfortable – if uncomfortable was what you felt that is. You couldn't place your finger on what it was yet. They were somewhat used to this, for sure it wasn't the first time, but it was the first time with such a dangerous killer out there and so many victims. Dean did take it all on his shoulder but it was affecting all of you and it clearly was wearing off on your nerves.

“Alright uhm-” Sam was the one to break the silence this time, clearing his throat softly “What Dean is trying to say is... this is hard, for all of us. Having another victim on the list is-” he let out a shaky sigh “It's on all of us, but mostly him and I. And for that, and for the poor young soul that was lost, we have a plan to put an end to him once and for all.”

Leave it to the second in command to put everything back in order and get the detective, and brother of his, and everybody else back on the game. It certainly had your attention.

“And... what will the plan involve?” Castiel who had kept silent until now, spoke up with a frown.

“We've uh-” he glanced at Dean as if asking for a permission to inform everyone, not that he really needed it, but he asked and got it with a nod “We've noticed that the past month has been a pattern. Besides his MO which was obvious from the first kills, we only now saw there is something similar to a pattern. A pattern that lasts a whole month, despite the kills, and we only now got to notice: it's the place he prays. Four months ago, for an entire month, this is where the kills took place. Three months ago it was here.Two months ago, here. And this month-” he kept pointing spot after spot on the map as he kept speaking, until he finally showed the forest just on the outskirts of the town “Last three deaths, all on this very forest.”

“That's- that's where he is, where he stays and where he prays.” the words left in a gasp from your lips “So we- we're going to just... go and find him? And that's- that's it?” the excitement was hard to hide.

“No, no we're not.” it was Dean's low voice. You still wouldn't look at Dean, arms crossed over your chest and eyebrows pulled into a deep frown. “We'll follow a different plan. Another way.”

Sam sighed a bit “There have been cabins or old warehouses in all of the places he's killed, too secluded for anyone to notice. And we have our eyes on one in this forest as well but we can't blow our cover in case we don't catch him there. No, we'll let him think we're still in the dark and... let him come to us.” that earned more than a few raised eyebrows from all of you “We'll lure him out, let him do what he does best. Or at least get close to it. There is a plan, a bit of an alteration to (Y/n)'s.” you were surprised how Dean didn't comment something on that but he was suddenly far more serious than before “There will be a car there tonight, there will be a couple and he will want to strike. Our people will be there, the team only at first with the rest on alert, all around but definitely hiding while... you, (Y/n), will be in the car.” ah of course.

Your back straightened and your eyes immediately fell on Dean who look more stiff than ever, and now you also knew why “And you're ok with this?” he knew you were speaking to him so he looked up to meet your gaze. He didn't have to say anything because it was clear as a crystal that no, he wasn't and didn't want to put you in danger even if were alright with it. You sighed, nodding your head “So, if I am to be in the car I'll have to be with another man, right? He goes for couples and I'm more than fine with playing my part – especially since the business doesn't let me get any – but what? Will we just get an actor or something?”

“If only it was that easy. We're not putting civilians in the line, obviously. It'll be another cop. More specifically... another member of the team.” Sam explained and you frowned a bit more.

“O-oh ok.” you shifted a bit in your seat, not too glad to get that kind of close to the men you considered brothers, all but one but he was out of the question “That's... also an option.”

“Oh well, if you're looking for a volunteer then I'd gladly-”

“Don't you even think about it.” although in a low voice, Dean's words were very much scary.

“It's-” Sam sighed, glancing at his brother “The most dangerous position as you can tell. You didn't want you to be there either but this is our last chance and uh in case something goes wrong and the backup is not there in time then the ones inside the car will have to fight him off on their own. So uhm in order not to risk anybody else's life more than nec-”

“I'll do it.” Dean's gruff voice echoes in the room, having cut Sam off and made everyone stay silent, and it makes you feel shivers run down your spine and your breath get caught in your throat “I'll be with you in the car, (Y/n). Play the part.” his eyes met yours and you could swear you forgot your own name too.

“And somehow I am not shocked to hear that.” it was Crowley's turn this time but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. You couldn't in fact bring yourself to look anywhere but Dean.

Dean sighed but didn't comment on it. Instead he straightened his back and said “Sam will inform you all about the rest of the details and your positions. He will lead the team on the field. I have to meet with Shurley about some final details and...” he paused at the door, turning just a bit to glance at you “I want to see you in my office to discuss a couple thingsin case this takes a bloody turn, ok?”

“Sure” was the only thing you could whisper, knowing too well that that was the most important part for him. Your safety.

~*~

It was getting hard to breathe. Was it always so hard to breathe when inside a car? You contemplated opening a window but you knew that it wouldn't be the best idea. Plus, you realized that it was only because of how close Dean was sitting and because that distance would soon be gone. Glancing at your watch you realized the moment was fast approaching and you could feel your heart leap to your throat.

“Alright lovebirds, I'm throwing this in before you get too distracted and before I hear something that will scar me for life.” both you and Dean visibly rolled your eyes “The sun is getting down and soon you'll have to play your parts. We are all in position and backup on their places too. Good luck and have fun!”

“The real fun will only be when I put some tape over that mouth, I tell you.” you grumbled and saw the corner's of Dean's lips lift into a small smirk. You could swear you also heard him say something to the other man through the walkie-talkie. And then back to silence... or not.

“You haven't been getting enough sleep.” you caught yourself whispering when you saw the man rub his eyes tiredly.

It took him a couple seconds to react but he spoke in the end “No I haven't.” he knew there was no point in denying it or trying to deflect it, especially not with you “But I will once we get the son of a bitch.”

“That's not the right way to deal with it, you could just break down any given moment.” you couldn't stop yourself from sounding as if you were scolding him, but a fight was not what you were going for “But I suppose it's ok.” you admittedwith a soft sigh, almost tired one.

“To break down?” he asked after a good few seconds and hearing the smirk in his voice made you grin.

“Being on edge, I mean. Like, not that it is healthy, but it's impossible to relax either. None of us has been able to these days so I understand you.” you tried to relax further in your seat “And if only this damn car could make it easier. Where's Baby when you need her.”

“Don't worry.” his voice had taken such a soft tone it made you melt on the inside. When you felt the contact though it made your heart still in your chest. It took you a couple seconds to realize you were actually more relaxed than before, although of a higher temperature than before. “Once this is over I promise to take you on a long ride, with as many burgers as you want, wherever you want.”

“I like the sound of it.” you whispered, glancing at his hand holding yours and his thumb rubbing softly over your knuckles. But despite how beautiful it was and how good it felt, there was a feeling at the pit of your stomach that was deep-settled fear. “If we end up making it out of here, that is.”

“We will. You will, I'll make sure of it.” his voice sounded firm and looked away from you, staring straight ahead of him “Whatever it takes.”

“I mean-” you shrugged softly “Even if I go tonight... it won't be such a bad way to go, you know?” that made him look at you but you kept your gaze straight ahead “Watching the sunset from a great place is something I haven't done in so so long. Being with someone... close to me, the family that you are to me, despite how mad you drive me sometimes.” it earned a low chuckle from him and you turned your head to look at him “It's true. But hey, at least, I'll be able to brag to every girl I know in the after life that I kissed Dean Winchester. That's pretty dope, isn't it?”

He smiled gently at you, his forehead was leaning against yours before you even realized it. But when his lips pressed on the corner of yours, it certainly was a feeling you'd never forget “Please. Heavily make out, for sure.” he grinned and you giggled before you could stop it “And I'll be the one bragging.”

“Do you think...” you started softly, moving so that you could rest your head on his shoulder “There is a chance we... we win this?”

“Tell you what.” he took a deep breath “I am not sure but if we do then... everything will change after that and I hope... I pray it's in a good way.”

“I hope that too.” you whispered, looking out to see the sun had set for good and darkness was all around you “Here we go.”

[chloelucia13]

Chapter 4: The Body

Pairing: none for the moment (currently Jonathan Byers x platonic!Henderson!reader)

Prompt: You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: From the night they found the body to the next day, dread had settled in your stomach, though you stuck with Jonathan the whole time. Though it seemed Jonathan completely forgot about you when Nancy came to you two with a strange creature lurking in one of Jonathan’s photos.

Chapter Warnings: lotsa angst, a little fluff, language, violence, descriptions of horror and gore, normal stuff

Word Count: 3032

A/N: New part! Hope you guys like it! The tag list for this story is open! 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“A trooper found something in the water that’s at the quarry,” Hopper began to explain, and you instinctively reached out to clutch Jonathan’s and Joyce’s hands. “We believe that it is Will’s body.”

Jonathan immediately stepped over to you and hid his face in your shoulder, tightly squeezing your hand. 

“Our working theory right now is that Will crashed his bike. He made his way over to the quarry and, uh... Accidentally fell in. The earth must have given way.” There was a moment of silence as Joyce stared off into the distance, a blank look on her face. “Joyce? Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“No,” she voiced finally. “Whoever you found, that’s not my boy. That’s not Will.”

“Joyce-”

“No, you don’t understand. I talked to him a half hour ago.” She sniffled and stepped over to the small storage door, pulling out a wad of string lights. “He was... He was here. He was talking with these!”

“Talking?”

“Uh-huh. One blink for yes, two for no.” She threw the lights back into the storage area. “And uh... And then I made this, so he could talk to me.” She gestured to the wall covered in string lights and messily painted letters. “‘Cause he was hiding from that... that thing.”

“The thing that came out of the wall? The thing that chased you?”

She nodded vehemently. “Yeah!”

Jonathan slowly pulled away from your grasp and walked closer to his mother. “Mom, come on. Please. You’ve gotta stop this.” He gripped her arms.

“Maybe he’s... It’s after him! He’s in danger! We-” She turned to Hopper, gripping onto his arms like how Jonathan did to her.

“What exactly was this thing?” Hopper interjected. “It was some kind of animal you said?”

“No, it was- it was almost human but... but it wasn’t. It had these long arms... and it didn’t have a face.”

“It didn’t have a face?”

Jonathan let out a huff and turned to storm off into his room. “A-And Y/N saw it too! Last night! T-The thing in the wall and the flashing lights and the stereo-” Joyce rushed to explain, trying to convince both Hopper and Jonathan.

Jonathan stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What?” he whispered.

You struggled to find the correct words, panic beginning to rush through your body. “I-I did see... something. In the wall,” you stated simply, stumbling over your words.

“So you both had weird experiences?” Hopper clarified, to which you responded with a nod.

“I-It’s real...” Joyce persisted.

Jonathan continued on his trek back to his room, and you followed closely behind him “Jonathan, please,” you whispered, following him into his room and gripping onto his forearm. 

“Why are you trying to feed into my mom’s delusions? Making her think that what she’s seeing is real?” he hissed, turning to face you.

Your heart twisted at his words. “I... I did see something. But I was also stressed out of my mind and extremely upset that night. Maybe I... Maybe I hallucinated it.”

Jonathan pursed his lips and sat down on the edge of his bed, leaving a space next to him to let you sit there. “What did you see that night?” 

You sighed and shook your head. “We’ll talk about that another time. Okay?” He nodded once, staying silent. “Listen, I know you’re upset. You have every goddamn right to be. And I know that you have no clue how to deal with it, so you’re taking it out on me. But right now, we just need to... Let it out. Healthily.” You sat down next to him and took his hand in yours, gliding your fingers along his knuckles. 

“And how do we let it out in a healthy way?”

You rose from your spot on the bed and picked his Walkman up off of his dresser. You walked over to his cassette collection and sifted through the tapes before finding one of your favorite Joy Division mixes he had made, and popping it into the tape deck before handing the Walkman to him. “By listening to Joy Division and crying our eyes out.”

He let out a sigh, fiddling with the wire of his headphones. “Y/N, I don’t know-”

“Trust me.” You grabbed your favorite blanket from his closet and instructed him to lay down, waiting until he did so to lay down next to him, resting your head on his chest and draping the blanket over the two of you. 

“But how will you listen to the music?”

You sighed and sat up, looking him in the eye. “I’ve already done my crying tonight. Now it’s my turn to comfort, and your turn to let it out.”

“Y/N-”

“Jonathan, I know you. You haven’t had a chance to cry this whole time because you have to be strong for your mom. You don’t have to hold it in any longer.”

You took the headphones from his hands and placed them over his ears, pressing start on the tape before laying your head back down against his chest. Slowly, you could feel his body start to shake with sobs as he finally let go, his arms winding around you and holding you close.

After a while, you both drifted off to sleep, if only for a few hours.

***

You had woken up early that morning from the sun shining in through the windows. The two of you were tangled together, clutching tightly to each other as if the other would drift away if let go. You had to try and unwrap yourself from the blanket before slipping out of his grasp, tumbling to the floor and startling Jonathan awake.

“It’s just me!” you whisper-yelled, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Sorry, I was trying to get up without waking you. I guess that really didn’t work out well.”

He let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through his messy hair. He had gotten out of bed and helped you to your feet, holding your hand for a moment longer before turning and heading out into the living room. You followed behind him, trying to comb through your tangled hair as you did so. 

Joyce was asleep on the couch, sitting up with an axe in her lap. Jonathan shared a look with you before stepping over to her and gently shaking her awake. “Mom, wake up!” he said, wary of the axe in her hand.

She shot up, blinking rapidly. “What... What time is it?” she voiced groggily.

“It’s almost 8:00. We have to go.”

“Go where? Where?”

He gulped. “To see Will.” He sat up and headed into his room to get ready.

Joyce sat there for a moment trying to wake herself up. You had walked over, gently taking the axe from her hands and propping it up against the wall. “You okay?” you whispered, offering her a soft smile.

She let out a sigh, sitting up. “I... I don’t really know.”

You nodded, turning your gaze to the floor. “Do you guys want me to come with?”

She stayed silent for a moment, contemplating. “Please.”

You nodded again, comfortingly touching her shoulder. “Of course.”

***

You could see Jonathan trembling as he stared through the observation window. His jaw was set tight, eyes focused on anything else other than the blue sheet that was covering a human form. You were tightly gripping onto his coat sleeve, your stomach churning nauseously. 

Slowly, the examiner peeled away the blue sheet, revealing the upper half of the body. Will’s body.

Jonathan could barely look at the body for a moment before running off to the bathroom, bile rising to his throat.

You, however, couldn’t look away. It was like torture, your eyes glued to the limp body as your body began to shake and your eyes welled with tears. You gripped onto the windowsill until your knuckles turned white, your knees nearly buckling underneath you.

Joyce stared incredulously for a moment, her mind swarming with thoughts. “He has a birthmark on his right arm,” she explained to the examiner. “Can you show that to me please?”

Slowly, the examiner lifted up the limp arm.

You had to step out at that time.

You stumbled out of the observation room and down the hallway, pushing past the double doors that led to the waiting area. All the air had left your lungs, and you gasped for air as soon as you stepped foot into the waiting area. You planted your hands on your knees and hunched over, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to suck air back into your lungs.

Slowly, you had stood back up and took a seat next to Hopper, your gaze locked on the floor. A moment later, Jonathan stepped out of the bathroom and sat down next to you, wordlessly grabbing your hand.

“How’s your mom doing?” Hopper voiced suddenly, noticing the silent tension in the air.

“I don’t know,” Jonathan sighed.

“How long’s this stuff been going on? With the lights and uh... Will and the thing in the wall?”

Jonathan shrugged and shook his head slightly. “Since the first phone call, I guess.” There was a few moments of silence before Jonathan spoke again. “You know, she’s had anxiety problems. In the past. But this... I don’t know.” He took a deep breath and you squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I’m worried it could be... Ugh, I don’t know.” He sighed and hung his head, trying to collect himself as tears welled in his eyes. “She’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. My mom... she’s tough.”

“Yeah she is,” Hopper agreed, smiling slightly.

Suddenly, Joyce busted through the double doors, the examiner on her tail. “Ma’am!” he shouted, rushing to keep up with her. “Ma’am, I need you to sign!”

“I don’t- I don’t know what you think that thing is in there, but that is not my son!” Joyce shouted back.

You all shot up to your feet, Hopper immediately attempting to calm her down. “Joyce, wait a second-” he began.

“No!” She huffed and hurried out the door.

“Mom,” Jonathan pleaded while you sighed out a quiet “Joyce,” both of you rushing to catch up with her.

As soon as the two of you got outside, however, she was already halfway down the street. With a sigh, you and Jonathan walked over to the car, getting in and driving up to Joyce.

“Mom, will you get in?” Jonathan begged through your rolled down window.

“No, I... I need to think. Just go on home,” she stammered.

“Joyce, please just get in the car,” you voiced softly, trying to persuade her.

She crossed the street and Jonathan parked against the sidewalk, getting out and following after her. You followed behind him, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Mom,” Jonathan shouted. You both jogged to catch up with her. “Mom, stop!”

“Just go home, guys!” she demanded, spinning on her heel.

“No, this is not an okay time to shut down!” 

“Shut down? What-”

“We have to deal with this, mom. We have to deal with the funeral!”

She stared at him incredulously. “The funeral? For-For who? For that thing back there?”

Jonathan huffed. “Let me get this straight. Will, that’s not his body because he’s in the lights, right? And there’s a monster in the wall? Do you even hear yourself?”

“I know it sounds crazy. I sound crazy! Don’t you think I know that? It is crazy! But I heard him, Jonathan, he talked to me! Will is calling to me! And he’s out there, and he’s alone, and he’s scared, and I-I don’t care if anyone believes me. I am not going to stop looking for him until I find him and bring him home. I am going to bring him home!” She immediately turned on her heel and walked the other way.

“Yeah, well, while you’re talking to the lights, the rest of us are having a funeral for Will!” Jonathan shouted to her back. “I am not letting him sit in that freezer another day!”

You looked around at all the people that gathered around, watching the argument take place. “Alright, show’s over!” you shouted at them, grabbing Jonathan’s arm and pulling him away from the scene.

***

You nearly fell asleep listening to the monotonous voice of the worker who led you around and explained in painful detail the intricate nature of each coffin. However, the nature of the situation kept you from drifting off, keeping you stuck in the nauseating situation.

As the worker led you over to the more expensive coffins, Nancy appeared in the entrance of the mortuary. “Can you give us a second?” Jonathan asked the worker before stepping over to her, leaving you to follow behind him. “Hey,” he voiced to her, a questioning lilt in his voice.

“Hey,” she sighed. “Your mom, um, said you guys would be here. I just... Can we talk for a second?”

The three of you stepped out of the room and into the hallway, sitting at one of the benches against the wall. Hesitantly, she reached into her bag and pulled out a paper.

One of Jonathan’s ripped up photos, to be exact, that was taped back together.

She handed it to Jonathan, who held it between you and him so you both could look at it. “I-I don’t get it,” you whispered, looking over at her. “I don’t see anything.”

“Look at where Barb is,” she explained, reaching out and tracing a finger along the right side of the photo.

Upon closer inspection, you noticed an odd... figure, looming above Barb. It was at least ten feet tall, and definitely didn’t look human. 

“It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn’t using wide angle,” Jonathan spoke, his brows furrowing. “I don’t know. It’s weird.” He handed the photo back to her.

She sighed. “And you’re sure you didn’t see anyone else out there?”

“No. And she was there one second and then... Gone. I figured she bolted.”

“The cops think that she ran away. But they don’t know Barb.”

“Could she have gone into the woods and gotten lost and...” you began but trailed off, not daring to say the word, especially in the place that you were.

She shook her head, sighing. “I doubt it. When I went back to Steve’s, I thought I saw something. Some... weird man or... I don’t know what it was.”

“Did it look like the thing in the photo?”

She shrugged. “Maybe, kinda. I... I can’t really tell.” She stared off into space, stuck in her thoughts for a moment. “I’m sorry. I... I shouldn’t have come here today. I’m so sorry.”

She stood and gathered her things, walking towards the exit. 

“What’d he look like?” Jonathan voiced suddenly. 

She stopped and turned on her heel. “What?”

“The man you saw in the woods. What’d he look like?”

“I-I don’t know. It was almost like he... He didn’t have-”

“Didn’t have a face?” you and Jonathan inquired at the same time. 

She looked at you two strangely. “How did you guys know that?”

You and Jonathan shared a look before rising to your feet. “We’ll explain later. We need to go,” you voiced, grabbing Jonathan’s hand and leading you both out the door and to the car.

“Y/N-” Jonathan began as he got in the car.

“Barb disappeared the same night as the vigil. That night was when the lights were flickering and the face appeared. That can’t be a coincidence.”

“What are you thinking?”

You sighed. “Maybe this... when this thing appears, weird things start to happen. Maybe that’s why I didn’t see that thing when I was at your house, because it was somewhere else. A-And when Joyce saw the thing, maybe something weird was happening somewhere else?” You shook your head, burying your face in your hands. “And when Will disappeared...”

“When Will disappeared? What happened?”

You shook your head. “I’ll explain later. Just... We need to get Nancy. You still have the photos right?”

***

You sat on one of the benches in the dark room, wrapping your arms around yourself as Jonathan laid one of the photos against a microscope-looking machine. “And you are...” Nancy questioned, seeming just as confused as you.

“Brightening, enlarging,” he explained, messing with a few dials and knobs.

“Hmm,” you responded. He picked up another, smaller microscope-looking tool and placed it against the photo slide, examining it.

“Did your mom say anything else?” Nancy asked. “Like, um, where it might have gone to, or...”

Jonathan shook his head. “No, just that it came out of the wall,” he responded. He reached up and flicked a lever before sitting back up. He picked up the blank photo sheet and brought it over to a vat of fluid, gently placing it inside and sloshing the liquid around. 

“How long does this take?”

“Not long.”

“Yet you always hide in here for hours,” you teased, staring at the sheet of photo paper.

“So you’ve been... doing this a while?” Nancy hummed.

“What?” he asked.

“Photography.”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I guess I’d rather observe people than, you know...”

“Talk to them,” you and Nancy completed his sentence, earning a chuckle from both of you.

“I know. It’s weird.”

“No!” she insisted.

“No, it is. It’s just sometimes... People don’t really say what they’re thinking. But you capture the right moment... It says more.”

“What was I saying?”

“What?”

“When you took my picture.”

You let out a quiet sigh, slouching forward and staring at the ground.

“I shouldn’t have taken that picture,” Jonathan sighed. “I’m uh... I’m sorry. It’s just-”

“That’s it!” Nancy announced, staring into the vat. “That’s what I saw!” 

You sat up and looked inside, eyes growing wide. 

“My mom,” Jonathan whispered. “I thought she was crazy ‘cause she said that’s not Will’s body. That he’s alive.”

“And if he’s alive-”

“Then Barbara.”

“It’s out there somewhere,” you whispered. “It has to be. I mean, it comes once a day, at least. There could be more.”

“More what?”

“Missing people.”

[oliviastan17]

Just a dream (3/7)

Length: 2k (ish)

Warnings: 18+, language, fluff, smut, more fluff, adorable gifs

Read parts 1 & 2 if you don’t know how these two got together. This starts off the next day after Part 2. It’s not my best work… I love reading your comments! Reblog if you want to. DO NOT POST ON ANY OTHER WEBSITE! I don’t own any of the gif’s.

You and Sebastian had a long talk the next day about how exactly you were going to make this work. After talking you came to an agreement. When the shoot was over in about 2 months, whoever was able to travel to the other’s state would do so. You agreed to do this for as long as it continued to work and made sense.

You were about to survive being apart for the first time because he was going back to New York for Christmas to be with his mom. He wanted to bring you with him but you really didn’t want to miss Christmas with your niece and nephew. Also, the thought of meeting his mom terrified you but you didn’t tell him that.

You were apart for the next 5 days. It was only 5 days. No big deal right?

Wrong. You missed him. Talking on the phone wasn’t enough. You couldn’t wait until he got back.

He got back in town super early this morning. It was the first day back on set after the holiday and you had an early call time so you hadn’t seen him yet. You were dreading going to work. You felt more than a little embarrassed about the scene your ex caused at the party. While only a few people witnessed everything you knew that it wouldn’t take long for everyone to know what happened.

If anyone on set didn’t know you were dating Sebastian, they did now thanks to your ex’s outburst. Sets can be like high school with everyone spreading rumors. Sebastian had the day off so you were forced to deal with the situation alone.

A few of your co-workers came barging into the prop room to interrogate you.

“Have you been together this whole time?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“He must look great naked!”

“Please tell me you have had sex with him while he’s wearing the arm. That would be amazing!”

“No. None of your business. You have no idea. You need to stop thinking about that,” you said answering all their questions. “Can we drop this now?”

Throughout the day they would come up with several more questions and would run up to you to ask. At the end of the day you practically ran to your car to avoid any more questions.

Once home you changed into some comfy clothes and poured a glass of wine. Turning on your TV you settled on your couch and waited for Sebastian. You heard a knock soon after.

As you opened the door you saw him standing there with a bag of Chinese food. You barely got out a “Hi,” before he dropped the bag and pretty much attacked your mouth with his.

“Hi,” he said as he picked you up, threw you over his shoulder and carried you to your bedroom. Throwing you on your bed he wasted no time ripping his shirt off and then taking your shorts off while you removed your shirt.

He took in the sight of you completely naked as he crawled on top of you and then was kissing your neck so softly he had you craving more. He left a trail of kisses as he moved down your body until his head was between your legs. He went from kissing your inner thighs to then focusing on drawing circles around your clit with his tongue. It did not take long for that explosive feeling to come over you. How could he possibly know my body better than I do?

Pleased with his work he brought his face up to yours as your hands got to work undoing his belt. He kissed you deeply while your toes helped him slide his pants off. He moaned (my god, you love that sound) as he slid into you while you hooked your legs around his waist.  He executed the perfect Chinese fire drill switching the position so you were on top. As you rolled your hips on top of him he brought his hand up and massaged your clit with his thumb causing you gasp at the sudden waves of pleasure taking over your body. He almost came just watching you on top of him. A few movements of your hips later he felt you tighten around him. You needed to place your hands on his chest for stability as you leaned forward in satisfaction. Once you rode out your orgasm and recovered Sebastian flipped you over so that he was on top of you again and began thrusting deep in you giving you all that had. He didn’t last very long.

With your bodies still connected he kissed you softly.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he said.

You replied with, “I’m starving.”

Scoffing at your comment he buried his head against your neck and you couldn’t hold back the laughter.

“I missed you, too,” you said and softly kissed his lips. “But I really am starving.”

With one more kiss he rolled off of you and helped you sit up. You put on some underwear and an oversized shirt while he got dressed and went out to your living room. He picked up the bag of food and brought it over while you started your show over.

“What are you watching?”

“Supernatural. Have you seen it?” you asked while you situated yourself on the couch with your legs on his lap.

“I don’t think so.”

“You’re missing out.”

“This coming from the girl who hasn’t seen Game of Thrones.”

“I don’t have HBO,” you shrugged.

As the show started he said, “Oh wait, I think I was at a convention with those guys in Italy.” He casually took a bite and then added, “I’m going back in May I think.”

You just stared at him with your mouth open. Frozen.

“What?” he asked looking confused.

“Can I come? Actually, forget the question. I’m coming with you.”

“Okay,” he laughed. He loved the fact that you were making plans for something 5 months in the future.

“I would like to apologize in advance for embarrassing you. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

He looked at you, raised his eyebrows and did that thing where he licked his lips and smiled.

“Oh god, I take that back,” you said seeing the expression on his face.

“No no no! You already said it! Too late!” 

“You’re going to milk this all the way until May aren’t you?”

“Probably, yeah,” he said as he watched you try (and fail) to use chopsticks. 

“Fuck this. I’m getting a fork,” you said while laughing at yourself. While walking back from the kitchen you tripped over your own feet and he burst out laughing. He couldn’t help it. The “Oh shit” you said mid-fall was too adorable.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” he asked while getting up and walking over to you.

It was in that moment that he knew he loved you. You were mesmerizing. There you were sitting on the ground in an old t shirt laughing at how you just fell on your ass. You had tears forming from the laughter as you let out an unintended snort. Your laughter was hypnotizing.

He helped you up and just gazed into your eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing you mid-laugh.

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The next 2 months were perfect. Work was going smoothly and you and Sebastian had found a perfect rhythm in your relationship. Being together came easy. Everything was going great. You even managed to get some more embarrassing photos of Chris during the wrap party for the show.

You had a couple of weeks before you started working with Chris on his new project. Sebastian needed to go back to New York for some meetings and this time you were going with him. You had never been to New York before.

“This is it?” you asked as you walked into his apartment.

He laughed at your reaction. “Not as big as you are used to huh?”

“That’s an understatement! How much is your rent?”

“$5,000/month.” He said it like it was no big deal while you almost choked on your coffee.

“I pay $2500/month…for my house…3 bedrooms!”

He looked at your shocked expression and just laughed.

You spent the day walking around the city. You went to Central Park, ate pizza and had some drinks at a rooftop bar that had the most amazing view.

The next day his meeting was very early.

“Babe, I’m leaving.” He leaned to kiss your cheek and all he got was a grunt in response. You were not a morning person.

Your phone woke you up an hour later. You saw it was your mom and answered.

“Mom, can I call you back when I’m more awake?”

“Honey, why did Mary just text me a picture of you walking around New York with a mystery man?”

“What?”

“You know, Mary? You used to be best friends with her daughter Emily?”

“Yes, I know who Mary is Mom. I was asking about the pictures.”

“Well there’s one of you holding hands, one where he has his arm around you and one where you two are laughing at something.Who is he?”

You filled her in on how you met, how long you have been together and what you are doing in New York.

“So is it serious?” she asked.

“I don’t know Mom. We’re still trying to figure all that out.”

“Oh, he’s so handsome Y/n! You two would make beautiful babies!”

“And that’s my cue to hang up. Bye Mom.”

“Bye honey.”

—

Sebastian got home a few hours later. He took you to lunch and then you walked around the city some more and did some shopping. Back at Sebastian’s apartment now you were having a lazy evening in curled up on the couch watching some movie when your phone rang.

“Hey Mom.”

“Oh Y/n honey. I can NEVER meet your boyfriend!”

“Um…you want to elaborate on that?”

“Well I googled him cause, you know, I was curious. There was a list of movies he had done and I looked at the descriptions and I thought ‘well I like gymnastics so I’ll watch this one’. And oh that was a mistake!”

“Why?”

“I have seen more of your boyfriend than I ever cared to!”

“What did you watch?”

“It’s called The Bronze. Have you seen it?”

“Seb, do you have a copy of The Bronze?” you asked him.

He looked at you with puzzled look mixed with a tiny bit of panic.

“Mom, I’ll call you back,” you said as you hung up the phone. “So my Mom just watched The Bronze. Would you like to tell me why she is freaking out?” you asked with a humorous expression.

He dropped his face into his hands.

“Oh my god, I can never meet your mom now.”

“Awww…you want to meet my mom? That’s so sweet!” you teased.

“Well, I don’t want to anymore!”

“Okay I need to look up this movie. See what all the fuss is about,” you said picking up your phone. He grabbed it out of your hand. He got up from the couch holding your phone up in the air and out of your reach.

“I have ways of getting what I want, you know,” you said as you were walking towards him.

“I’m well aware of your talents.”

You stood in front of him and brought your hands up to lightly scratch the back of his neck. You knew he loved that.

“No, that’s not going to work,” he said closing his eyes.

You began to slowly kiss from his ear down to his collarbone on one side and then from his collarbone up to his ear on the other side. He took in an unsteady breath and you smiled. You planted kisses on his cheek moving closer to his lips. You lightly pressed your lips onto his and he couldn’t help but kiss you back. When you took his bottom lip between your teeth he lost all control. He threw your phone on the couch and wrapped his arms around you. You smiled against his lips as he walked you over to the bed where both you forgot about what you were trying to look up on your phone.

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A Fateful Meeting (Part 2)

It had been about a week since you had seen John, but you couldn't get the image of him out of your head. His long dark hair, scruffy beard, and deep brown eyes. You sighed, reaching down to pet the unnamed pit bull that rested at your side. When John had left, he left the pup here, so you had started taking care of him as best you could while trying to keep up with school and work. You scratched behind his ears, smiling as the pit bull's tail wagged in response. You sighed as you returned to staring down your textbook, trying your best to study for an upcoming test. You rubbed your eyes, and realized you wouldn't be able to get much work done. You flipped off your light, and plopped into bed, drifting off to sleep.

However, your slumber didn't last long as you heard an unfamiliar shuffling that woke you up. You tried to ignore it, but John's words echoed in your mind. ‘The longer I'm here, the more you're in danger.’ You slowly and quietly got out of bed, and fumbled around your bedroom for something you could use as a weapon. You remembered a knife you kept in case of a situation like this, and grabbed that. Your bare feet padded along the hardwood floor as you exited your room. You paused, the shuffling no longer audible. The hairs on your neck stood on end as anxiety began to creep into your bones.

You jumped as you heard barking, you dashed towards the living room, where the barking originated. You saw a dark figure looming over your couch, where the pup was crouching and growling. Your grip tightened on the knife in your hand, your eyes going wide as you tried to think of the best thing to do.  You weren't totally helpless, you took Aikido when you were young, for self defense reasons, and you didn't want this person, whoever they were, to hurt that lovely dog. You slowly approached, but before you could attack the figure, you heard a gruff voice from your left.

"There she is! Get her!"

You froze, fuck! I didn't check the laundry room! You thought, narrowly dodging the oncoming blow from this new figure. You grabbed the assailant's wrist, using their momentum to flip them around onto their back. You looked down, and realized she was a woman. You swore as the first figure charged you, you slashed at his abdomen, and he grunted in pain. Before you could react, the woman below you swept your legs out from under you, your knife clattering to the ground. You grunted in pain, and fumbled for your knife, throwing a sloppy kick at the woman that managed to connect with her jaw. Burning hot pain shot up your leg as the man stomped on your foot, you let out a scream, but still managed to grab your knife with your hand. You slashed at the mans exposed ankle. You continued to fight these two in your cramped hallway, you did your best but you were slowly losing energy. You hadn't fought like this in a long time, and these guys were trained. You managed to stab the woman in the shoulder, but you were defenseless as the man came up behind you, clobbering you in the head with both fists. You felt shooting pain before your consciousness faded, your eyes fluttered shut and your hands went limp around the knife handle as your body slumped to the ground.

~

After kissing you, John had told the pup to, "Stay." And left, trying his best not to look back. Santino D'Antonio and his thugs were relentless, but he wouldn't let anything stop him from righting his wrongs. His eyes burned with rage as he remembered the image of his home in flames. Red hot anger boiled up inside of him, every trace of his old life was slowly slipping through his fingers no matter how desperately he clutched onto it. First Helen, then his car and Daisy, then his home. His photos, the bed where she slept, her bracelet, her cards. He sighed, pushing the memories out of his mind as he focused on the task at hand. He spent the next few days trying to stay low, killing or evading anyone that had taken up the contract Santino put out for him, while trying to tail the man and his hired hands.

Something that surprised him is that he couldn't stop thinking about you. Normally he was laser focused, hell bent on revenge, but he couldn't shake the image of you out of his head. Your brows furrowed together as you focused on making sure he was okay. There was so much kindness and care in your gaze, your hands so gentle as they brushed across his body. A pang of some unidentifiable emotion hit him, and he knew he had to see you again.

He wasn't expecting to arrive and see your door kicked in, the hinges loose and creaking as he slowly stepped into your home. The hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end as he drew his weapon. His mind was racing, did something happen to you? He wasn't a very religious man, but he found himself praying you weren't dead. There were obvious signs on a struggle, blood smears and droplets made a trail from the living room into your hallway, where most of the damage was. Holes in the drywall, blood sprayed on the walls and floor, in the center of it, a small business card was propped up.

John carefully picked it up and mulled over the contents. His blood boiling as he read over the cursive writing.

Mr. Wick, why don't you come down and chat with me? I have your lovely friend here as well.

Much love, Santino

He clutched the note in his fist, crumpling it. He perked up when he heard a soft whimpering from your bedroom, he went in and saw his dog laying on your bed. He let out a sigh of relief, at least he was alright. He wouldn't know what to do if his new dog and you both got hurt. He patted the pup gently on the head before standing up and glaring at the note.

He knew he shouldn't have gotten you into this mess, but it was his duty to get you out, safely.

~

You came to with a bag over your head. You mentally cursed, this was the last time you'd help a handsome stranger. You felt that you were bound, rope dug into your soft flesh. Pain radiated throughout your body, your head was pounding.

Suddenly, the bag was ripped off of your head, and you groaned, the bright lights hurting your sensitive eyes. You heard men in the distance growling in some language you couldn't recognize. Your head was spinning as a man grabbed your chin and pulled your face forward. "My, my, you're quite the cutie. Sorry about your head." A smooth voice rang out as the cool metal of rings pressed into your skin. Your eyes began to focus, and you saw the face of an Italian man with curly hair and piercing eyes.

You didn't reply, and opted to glare at him as you pulled your face out of his grasp. The mans smile faltered at your actions as he grabbed your face again, rougher this time. "Where is your friend? I have a debt to settle with him." He said, his tone much more threatening now.

You continued to glare at him, "I don't know what you're talking about." You snarled, trying to pull your face from his grasp again, but he tightened his grip, and slapped you across the face with the other. The heavy rings stinging you. You did your best to stay calm and impassive, but you were scared shitless. Your face stung with the impact.

The mysterious man laughed, "I think you do, miss." He shook his hand off, "My friends..." he gestured behind him, and the two people from your apartment stepped forward, "Might be able to jog your memory." The girl gave you a devious grin, and the man cracked his knuckles. "Unless you remember where he is." He stepped back.

Your stomach dropped as you saw the girl pull out a blade, "I really don't know where he is right now, I haven't seen him since I first met him." You said, your cool demeanor dropping as you let fear seep into your voice.

You closed your eyes as the woman approached you and started dragging her blade gently down your face and neck. You shivered, a tear rolling down your face.

~

John rushed into the building, hair slicked back, gun drawn. His eyes were laser focused as he made his way through the halls, tactfully taking out guard after guard. He had been running from Santino and those out for his bounty, but yet here he was, running directly to him. He had to, you were innocent and kind, and he couldn't let you get killed because of him.

He walked into an oddly quiet room, and whipped around and came face to face with Santino. He smiled, placing his hands in his pockets. "That woman, she's quite the fighter y'know." He began to pace around John, "Gave my acquaintances quite some cuts and bruises."

John glared, continuing to keep his gun aimed directly at Santino's head. "I was thinking... we'd repay the favor." John looked up as he heard a feminine scream above him. Santino gave him a sickening smile.

"What do you want?" He growled, glaring at Santino.

Santino simply shrugged, "Well, you know I can't just let you get away with murdering my sister. Even if it had to be done." He chuckled, tapping his fingers together. "It's so sad really, she was quite beautiful." As if on cue, another scream resonated out, and John cursed as more armed guards poured out from behind Santino.

He ducked blows, fought, stabbed and shot his way through the seemingly endless waves of men. He felt himself getting tired, he knew he had to get to you soon, before things got bad. He groaned as a man managed to pierce his shoulder with a blade, he threw the man over him onto his back and staggered out of the room, following the sound of the your moans and wails.

He kicked open the door with his foot, seeing you. His heart sank, your lip was busted and bloodied, dark lines of crimson littered your neck and collarbone. You had tears streaming down your face, and a large bruise across your forehead. The woman that groped him in the museum a few days prior continued to drag her blade down your delicate skin. He let out a guttural scream, throwing his gun down as he was out of ammunition, and tackling her to the ground, disarming her. John sprang up, adrenaline pumping through his veins at the sight of you being tortured. He turned around and clocked the man straight in the jaw before turning to you, quickly freeing you from your bonds and touching you. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." He whispered hastily, turning back around to make sure the two were still sufficiently stunned before lifting you into his arms and hurrying out the building. He kept muttering apologies over and over again as he maneuvered his way out of Santino's base, keeping you safe.

~

You had lost a lot of blood, and you were floating in and out of consciousness. You felt warm comforting hands caress your face as you saw John's figure above you. You wondered if it was real or something your subconscious had presented to you.

His deep voice cut through, "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." He whispered as he pulled you into his strong arms. You melted into his grasp, hearing his voice rumbling from his chest but what he was saying was inaudible to you.

You meekly grasped his black blazer as you saw your blood slowly seeping into his dress shirt, you felt your consciousnesses slipping from you yet again, seeing the crimson steps of the Continental in front of you before everything went black and you slumped into John's arms.

You came to, John's strong arms still laced around your waist as you both laid in bed. You gently touched your neck, your wounds had been bandaged. You pivoted slightly, turning so you could face John. He was still sleeping, you sighed as you noticed the fresh bruises absolutely covering his body. You couldn't believe he actually came and helped you, you thought you'd never see him again. You gently ran you fingers through his hair as you felt emotion welling up in you and a few tears began flowing down your face.

John opened his eyes, cupping your face in his large hand. "You came back for me." You whispered, nestling your face into his chest.

John cradled you in his arms, gently rubbing your back with his hand, "I'll always come back for you, (Y/N)." He laid a gentle kiss on your forehead. You held him tightly, never wanting to let go.

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#47 Thank You To Whoever Put This On My Locker At Work. I Really Needed The Laugh

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