#ohmystudmuffin

Gosh, no one had told Hutton that he was supposed to babysit. If no one had guessed, he wasn’t the man with the biggest hospitality in the world. Yet of course he was the one that was assigned the new girl to teach her how interpol worked. And basically if she messed up, it was all on him. Not that he couldn’t handle the responsibility of Lacey Carrington, he just preferred not to. Yet here he was in Colombia, training the newbie.

The two of them sat in a cafe, as they were on the heels of Dom Reyes, the infamous leader of a drug cartel in Colombia. They had to be very quiet, and discreet. “Okay Carrington, the target has just sat behind you. Do not make any sudden movements.” He instructed as he took a sip of coffee from the cup that sat in front of him. “Usually, in these scenarios, one person looks over to the target, to see who they are talking to, that’s me. and one watches for anything suspicious, that you would be you. The academy taught you about that, right?” he grinned condescending. Agents like Carrington wanted the hard jobs to prove themselves, and Hutton was just fine with not giving them to her.

He peered over her shoulder, seeing Reyes talking to a woman. However, not part of his cartel whatsoever. “That’s not Dia Alvarez.” He commented, taking another sip of his coffee. “That’s Eleanor Dean. Her family is part of the italian mafia. What the heck is she doing here?” After a couple more minutes of the two of them sitting down, the two targets stood up and walked out quickly, very unlike Dom Reyes. And he would know.

“Something’s wrong.“ He mumbled. Setting the cup down. Hutton started looking around himself. For anything out of the ordinary that he would need to keep an eye on. He looked around, the crowd for anything suspicious. He looked up at all the waitstaff. Hutton kept looking. Until he finally found something. Lacey sitting right in front of him, with a red laser pointed at her head.

“GET DOWN.“ He acted quick as he pushed her shoulder along with him as them along with the table went down on the floor, that’s when the shots started happening. One by one, he heard a repeat amount of gunshots that ripped through the air. The screams of the people around him echoed as everyone ran trying to get away. And Hutton found himself lying on top of Lacey, face to face. “Doing alright there Carrington?“ He half heartedly jokes, before the gunshots stopped going off.

If you were in the business of crime, you met a lot of really dumb criminals. Not just your run of the mill stupid people, but people who were so sincerely "dumbass is my only employable skill" that all they could do was be a criminal. And commit crimes very badly.

So, here they were. Standing in a government contractor's office, committing what could, on a good day be written off as "corporate espionage" and on a bad day chalked up to "treason" - potato potahto - Michelle was going through the hard copy files while Rowan did his thing copying the hard drives, and four very loud someones came barreling through the hallway, and into the office, already congratulating themselves on a job well done.

Michelle raised an eyebrow at them, before looking over at Rowan. "Really? Really?" Things had been going so smoothly. Their tech guy was good, and for a government contractor, apparently looping security footage was easy peasy. Breaking into things was kind of Rowan and Michelle's thing - the couple that thieves together leaves together and all of that jazz. And here were a ragtag team of actual dumbasses who probably though that they had foiled all of the security measures with a paper clip and a Hardy Boys guidebook.

"What are you two doing here?" the lead idiot, call him Dipshit, demanded, waving his gun around like he had no idea what kind of damage he could do if it just so happened to go off.

"Could ask you the same thing," Michelle said, slowly slipping the file out of the drawer and safely under her jacket. Safe from blood and brain spatter.

"Well, we're asking," idiot two, codename Fuckhead, said, attention fixed on Rowan, having already decided that Michelle was not going to be a problem.

Bad call.

Fixing her gaze irritably over the shoulder of one of the idiots for a moment, she reached for a paperweight and chucked it at one of the offending morons.

she does not appreciate that nickname lol but appreciate this my love @ohmystudmuffin“… and i can never tell him”

it still didn’t feel real to her. no matter how much campbell tried to put it in the back of her mind while rahab drove the car, it did not feel real. there’s no way that asshole could be gone. closing her eyes she thought back to how the plan could’ve gone south so fast. she went over and over the mission that she held in her head. 

get the blueprints, steal the bonds and cash then jet out. 

a routine fucking mission with a 2 million dollar payout. a measly two mill and they still got caught. well she and rahab didn’t. sawyer and vic never made it back to the car. the last thing she remembered was when sawyer and vic saying they found something else while campbell was running back to the car. she told them to stop fucking around but they didn’t listen to her. and they didn’t get back to the car in time when they started hearing the gun shots, two in particular

she looked down at the bonds in her hands and it felt like it didn’t even matter anymore. sure if you knew her she should be thriving at the fact she owned the omegas now, but it was not how she felt. she felt completely numb. and cold. and the fact that she might explode from holding her tears in. she didn’t even want to admit she had emotions at this point. “we wait to tell his brother and jesus freak, okay? after we get the money counted in.” she told rahab as they were driving up to their headquarters. which was just an old house at this point, parking and walking in.

she stiffened her body to not let them know anything was wrong. she was still trying to process that she wouldn’t see sawyer again. his smile. feel his arms. his eyes. his stupid fucking laugh whenever they fought. just the whole demeanor of having sex with him. it was all gone, along with him. and she didn’t know how to process it. for once she didn’t know what to do next.

“Reid, Jesus freak. where are you?” She shouted in the house as she and Rahab walked into. And then one look into the living room had her saying “What the fuck?” Because who was there, other than Sawyer and vic. Sitting on the couches, looking like they were just waiting for them. Her heart was basically doing jumping jacks at this point, because she didn’t know what to think, what to feel. Happy? Anxious? Relieved? 

Eventually it was explained they were taking more information they found on one of their computers. and wired the money they were getting to their accounts. and that was worth about ten million dollars. they were shot at, but madeit out in time to take the backroad back to HQ in half the time her and Rahab did. 

Ten million more dollars should’ve brought her over the fucking moon. Campbell didn’t know what to feel. Her emotions were overwhelming her at this point. But just looking at Sawyers face, not dead like she originally thought, made her feel warm. Too warm. Warm into a realization. “You two fuckwads can’t be messing with the mission like that.” She said, flopping the bonds  on the coffee table. “I'm gonna shower.” she said before walking off and going into one of the bathrooms. 

When she locked the door, she did what she tried to hide from everyone else the whole time. She cried. She undressed, got into the shower and cried. Not because she thought he was dead. Not because she knew she was alive. But the minute she saw Sawyer sitting on the couch alive and well, she knew what she had been regretting to admit for a while now. 

this was so fucking sad omg @ohmystudmuffin“why doesn’t he love me?” 

for once, cali believed that she should’ve listened to james and her other brothers that she should not have gotten involved with dominic reyes. did she know he was bad news? yes. was he the leader of a cartel? yes. but could she stay away from him. no way. but in a way, she had thought of it as fate. when he came back to new york after that whole time, when he thought his brother was dead. heck even when she came to south america for her work in the peace corps and he was there. it was almost as if she couldn’t get rid of him, nor did she want to.

but here she was, standing in his bedroom, giving him an ultimatum. either she left with the rest of the peace corps back to italy, or she would stay here with him. the time she spent in south america was almost unforgettable. she wanted to stay. but not because of the atmosphere. not because of the food. she didn’t even care about the cartel. being raised a mob girl, she can more than live with it.  but she wanted to be with dom. because she loved him. she loved dom. 

but she would not stay here if the feeling was not mutual.

and now here she was, trying to get his attention, which was hard enough. “dom are you listening?” she asked him, knowing he was dodging as per usual. “i’m trying to tell you that i want to stay here with you. i don’t care about what anyone back home will think, all i care about is you.” but there he was, deflecting again. putting himself down. going on about how she should go back. 

“dominic, cut the bullshit already!” she shouted at him, which she never did. not to anyone, let alone someone she cared about. she swallowed the lump in her throat before speaking again, finally getting his attention. “can’t you see how much i care about you? . . . how much i love you?” she finally said. feeling tears run down her face.. “don’t you get that? no matter how many times you push me away, put yourself down. it’s not going to change anything how i feel about you, because i love you dominic. i always have. . . but i can’t stay not knowing if you do.”

after a few moments of silence, she walked up to him, putting her hands on the sides of his face to look at her. “just tell me you don’t love me. and i’ll leave your life, and you won’t have to hear from me again. but if you do i’ll stay, and we won’t even have to think about the problems dom. it can just be the two of us.” she said, kissing his forehead. that was the ultimatum. and for a second, she thought everything was going to be right.

though the words “i don’t love you” that came out of dominic’s mouth, stabbed her so far in the chest she could feel it. her breathing felt sharper, and her chest immediately went numb, her hands shaking. she resisted the urge to slap him, before taking herself out of the room. she was afraid of what she would do if she stayed any longer. 

walking speedily down the hallways, trying to get out of the place as soon as possible, she pulled out her phone to dial for one of her brothers. “james, hey , i-i wanted to tell you i decided to come to italy afterall. . . and immm marrying deacon.” when she found herself alone in the ally beside the building, and let herself cry, sliding down the side, without alerting her brother. and all she could think of repeating in her head.

cas’ thoughts about sierra …“she’s gonna be here a long time”

cas and sierra have been hooking up since high school, definitely nothing new. because their parents are best friends, it was almost destined to be they were friends. and sierra was the fun one of the hale sisters. but one day he realized there was just something about sierra hale that he knew she would be sticking around for a very long time. 

it was at some beach house (or mansion) that their family had rented out with the hales and the ramos’. there was a point where cas was just lying on the cooling deck, reading a book, since outgoings were not this thing. just like his father of course. all he could hear is his sister addy next to him calling him a boring stick in the mud or some other saying she stole from a tv show. cas had just rolled his eyes again, before looking beyond the book. 

seeing sierra hale walking around with her blonde counter half. however, all he could see was sierra. it didn’t even matter that she was wearing a two piece. she was here. and present. and she always was. whether sex was in the question or not, he knew they were always going to be here. and in that moment he kind of realized that she was going to be here a long time. 

eventually, his sister’s annoying tone of him being a perv and gawking at sierra. cas couldn’t help but roll his eyes and throw his book at his sister. his perversion for sierra had nothing to do with this for once. not that he would let anyone know about it. he let a smirk on his face before getting up from where he was sitting and walking over to sierra. “hey hale. . . ” he started off saying, before grabbing her by the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. “let’s go for a swim.” suddenly, cas was jumping into the pool with sierra on his shoulder. 

“married“ life, okay xDDDDD

this has been a long time coming angel <3