Hitched (3/10)

a Captain Swan AU fan fiction

Summary:  After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.

Rating: M or MA; some profanity and sex scenes.

Cover art: created by the absolutely fabulous @thesschesthair!!

Links: // ao3 // ch. 1 //  ch. 2 // ch. 4 // ch. 5 // ch. 6 // ch. 7 // ch. 8 // ch. 9 // ch. 10 // epilogue

(also @teamhook and @followbatb, here’s ya tags ^^)



The loud purr of the engine woke her this time. Emma opened her eyes to see light streaming through the windshield below. There was a little crick in her neck, and she stretched as far as she could, yawning. Then she shimmied around and dropped down into the main area of the cab. Jones was once again nowhere to be seen, but it was a bright, sunny morning, the sun reflecting off the snow lying on the berm of the road and the wet asphalt.

Emma had finished restoring the fold-down bed to its upright and locked position (Like a plane tray table, she thought with amusement), and was pulling on her boots when she saw Jones emerge from the store again. There was a thermos in his hand and a bag suspended over his left arm. He was grinning widely and shaking his head.

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Beginnings/EXO (Baekhyun)

Summary:  A beginning, middle, and end—that’s how all stories go. But between you and Baekhyun, it seemed all you ever had were beginnings. Beginning friendships, beginning dreams, beginning jobs, beginning, beginning, beginning. But then you left—for so long and with dwindling messages that calling whatever you had been “an end” didn’t seem right. When you finally meet again, it all catches up, igniting in a spark of power-outages, sasaengs, and a frozen theme-park.

A/N: Finally mustered up the courage to post my first ff up on here. Now if you’ll excuse me, *screams*.

Scenario: angst, fluff

Word Count: 4,300 of course my first fanfic is this long

You never thought that it would have begun again like this: locked in your boss’s office during a power-outage, crying, jamming desperate numbers on your phone only to be met with an answering machine each time.

Even your mother didn’t pick up.

At the sound of someone padding along outside, leaving their desk, you gasped and pounded on the door. You could hear them! The slamming of drawers, the slap of a laptop shutting. If you could hear them, then surely they could hear you. You tried once more, kicking the bottom of the door with your crimson colored heels, and you hoped the tack tack tack carried far enough. With an ear pressed between the handle and frame, you strained to listen. The rustling outside ended, and then there was the stairwell exit slamming shut.

That was it. The last person had left the office.

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We Might Be Pretending 
Anna/Ruby [Supernatural]
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// When they sleep in beds, in motels or empty houses, Anna finds her way over to Ruby in the night, buries her face in Ruby’s neck, and falls asleep to the slow, slow beat of Ruby’s heart.

They’re not in love. But maybe they pretend to be. // 

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It is strange how something so simple can mean so many different thing. Something like the sound of a train. When it is nighttime and you are alone in your room, the sound of a train is lonely. When it is early morning and you are walking down the street, it is peaceful. When it is sunset and you are out with a bunch of your friends, it is adventurous. And when it is daytime and you are driving in your car with the radio on, you hardly notice the sound at all.
—  (via cuprikorn)