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spaceorphan18 · 1 year

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Scenes from December 2/24

Written for Klaine Advent 2022. Day Two: Cork

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December, 1999

“Burt, you’re being crazy.”

“I’m not crazy, Liz. I’m being practical.”

“Yes, practically crazy.”

Six-year-old Kurt sat on the floor of his living room, warm and comfortable in his Sesame Street pajamas, his Barbie and Ken dolls in a nice row in front of him, with all of their accessories spread out in a protective radius around them. It was important to little Kurt to make sure each doll wore what best fit their personality - he had so many stories for them in his head, and everything had to be just perfect. But it was hard to concentrate - he didn’t get to stay up past his bedtime very often, and the fatigue from a very long day was beginning to set in.

It was exciting to see what his parents were up to after he went to bed. Sometimes he would pretend to be asleep, and crawl to the edge of his bed and peer out - just to listen, but most of the time the TV was on too loud to really hear anything. Tonight was different though. Tonight was a special night. Tonight he could stay up with them as long as he wanted.

They sure were acting weird though.

Dad had been unusually antsy all day - checking the house over, making sure the windows were sealed shut and that the furnace was working accurately. There hadn’t been a storm - it had been a nice, sunny day even if it had been too cold to go to the playground. He and Mom had had hot chocolate and colored in his coloring books and watched Wizard of Oz redone in color. All the while, Dad was stockpiling cans and blankets and flashlights and batteries onto the kitchen table. They had to eat dinner in the living room.

Mom watched him silently, a smirk on her lips as Dad ran around the house. Now that it was evening, she sat in her usual spot on the couch, near the lamp, a book in her lap while she uncorked another green bottle, pouring a white fizzy liquid into one of her fancy glasses. She had let Kurt play on his own but she had watched Dad more than she read her stories.

Dad, finally, seemed to finish his tasking, coming to the living room, hands on hips as he remained deep in thought. “Look, if anything is going to happen tonight, I just want to make sure my family is safe.”

“Safe from what?” Mom asked, her question was gentle, as she took a sip from her glass. “I’m pretty sure absolutely nothing is going to happen at midnight. The computers aren’t going to explode or come to life or whatever it is you are afraid of. We’ll just roll into the new year - and it’ll be just as boring and routine as last year.”

Dad let out an unsatisfied grunt. “Well - not nothing. We will be rolling into a new millennium.”

“That’s next year.” Mom grinned. “There wasn’t a year zero, so technically, we’re still stuck in the old millennium for another year.”

Dad let out another grunt, and waited a long time before speaking again. “But all the numbers are changing.”

Mom shook her head at him. “Kurt, c’mere,” she said, patting her lap. Kurt stumbled to his feet. Mom seemed to know that he was getting sleepy, which was really unfortunate because he had just figured out which Ken doll deserved the very lovely three-piece suit. “Would you like some of Mommy’s fancy drink tonight?”

Dad scrunched his nose at her. “You’re not really going to give him that, are you?”

“It’s sparkling grape juice, Burt, do you have any objections to that?”

Kurt would be lying if he said he wasn’t thrilled to be drinking the bubbly juice, but the gruff look on Dad’s face made him hesitant. “It’s fine, baby,” Mom assured him - handing him her glass. Kurt took a tiny sip. It was sweet and fuzzy and had the same tingling feeling soda gave him. He wished he had his own glass, so he could hold it like Mom and feel like he was at a fancy party. Mom kissed his forehead and he relaxed into her, allowing himself to take another drink.

Dad came over to sit next to them, his calloused fingers brushing some hair out of Kurt’s eyes. “I hope you get your mother's sensibility, kiddo.” Kurt didn’t really understand the statement but it made Mom smile.

“Well, I hope you get your dad’s big heart.”

The two of them shared a sweet, lingering look. It seemed to Kurt as if they were having some kind of conversation with their eyes - but what was being said, Kurt didn’t yet understand. Mom then shuffled Kurt to her side, settling him in-between them, then gave Dad a quick kiss before getting to her feet.

“Kurt, stay here with Daddy for a moment. I’m going to get more glasses, and we’ll make a toast to the end of the world.”

“You think you’re funny - but when the power goes out, don’t come crying to me. Also, grab a couple of those flashlights on your way back in here.”

#klaine advent 2022 #s.o. writes things #glee fic #eventual klaine fic

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novablud · 11 months

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“I used to live there.”

Such a warm saying, entirely bittersweet.

I took my first steps on those floorboards.

My room was on the top floor, past the wall of vhs tapes, to the left. I sat in that room, drawing with broken crayons. I ran barefoot through every inch of that yard. I listened to scary stories around that fire pit. Now overgrown, Ivy holding the walls, kissing the roof, rooting under rotting wood. My childhood dogs are buried under that oak tree, the one past the trail, under the bench. I almost broke my nose on that hill. I caught fireflies in that back field, ripped leeches off my skin after dipping my feet. My treehouse was there, next to the cornfield, my carvings I did with my uncle’s pocketknife still set in the wood like an etch in a gravestone. Rocks next to the neighbors property stacked like folded clothes. I sat on those front steps. Grass stains on my knees, smell of bug repellent.

I picked those raspberries in the pasture. I hunted bats in that old barn. I ran through that corn maze during October, flashlight in hand, grin on my face. I learned about the different types of birds with Lori. I had that dirt on my knees while gardening with grandma. Watched my grandfather smoke a cigarette in the early morning, smell of coffee and smoke. I napped on those pullout couches, touched the soft morning glories, picked those lilacs. My dad and Dave got drunk in the blue room. They were so young. I pretended the shed was my house, lockers full of guns. I sped my bike down that driveway, fast and unwavering, wind in my hair and scrapes on my knees. I played cards at that table, the one connected to living room, I didn’t know how to play poker. I was just a kid. I collected rocks on that main road, jumped off that dock at the end of the trail. I held bugs in jars, got bitten by mosquitoes and lady bugs. I watched the daddy longs weave their webs in the corners of the bathroom. I got carried in by my father from the car to the chair, tired, comfortable, I didn’t have school tomorrow. I chased my cousins with sticks in that backyard, wrote in journals, decorated with the local dollar stores glitter glue. I sang made up songs on that stairwell, the one with the door. I made breakfast in that kitchen, I played hide and seek in that pantry. I cried on that bedroom floor when I knew it would be my last time there. I left almost all of me in those walls that watched me grow up, watched me lose my last baby tooth in the bathroom with the flickering lights, watched my mother cry alongside me. Those walls watched my mom grow up too. They watched my grandfather grow up. They watched everyone come and leave, ghosts in the attic, dust on the windowsills. I’m still there in my head. I can close my eyes and give anyone a detailed walkthrough of every square inch without fault. I can recite the stories of every family member that saw ghosts in those rooms. I can tell anyone the history of that house, anyone. My soul has never yearned so badly for home that is not mine anymore, I can’t help but cry. I am still there in my head, just a child, waking up to the Dolly record playing in the living room. I’m still there, I am. Sometimes when I can’t sleep I wander the house in my head, morning light pooling through the windows, the smell of it. I can still smell it.

I drove past it not too long ago, I sobbed for an hour. It’s been over 10 years. It took everything, that 8 year old in me, to not jump out of that car and run through that back door, just so I could smell the dust again, feel the 2009 air against my skin.

If I could choose to die anywhere, it would be on that living room couch, listening to my drunken family members sing and laugh in the kitchen beside me, my favorite movie playing on the vcr in the corner, my childhood dog by my feet and my stuffed animal under my arm.

How can you get over this kind of heartbreak?

How does someone mourn something that is still alive?

A place that still exists,

how do you do that?

#I am mourning.#I’ve been mourning for over a decade.#it felt good to write this.#I miss my farm

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laos-soft-bunny · 3 years

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Takeda

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Young Takeda, hot steamy car sex. Need I say more? You get caught by Kenshi and Erron Black. Also he admits he loves you. Finally.

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Takeda’s hands gripped the steering wheel, hitting 80 going down a backroad. You hand was on his thigh, giving it a squeeze. Takeda bit down on his lip as he glanced over to you, as he took a curve and the loud rock playing gave him a rush. It was all a rush for him, he was banned from being with you after all. But that didn’t stop you two, you were barely legal adults but Kenshi strictly forbade you. Takeda took off toward the Abandon train tracks on the way out of town. Your hands slid up to grip him through his jeans. He let out a small groan and kept going. You undid his zipper and your hand squeezed him. Your neck was peppered with bruises and bite marks. You laid down on the seat and started to slowly suck him. It was risky but you knew he loved it, and he was very capable of driving with you like this, this was not your two’s first time. “Ah~” Takeda moaned lowly and drove down to the part where the trees hid the view from the main road. Parking the car, Takeda’s hand tangled into your hair as you dragged your tongue up his shaft. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back against the seat and enjoyed your mouth on him. He gave your hair a gentle tug and whispered quietly “we are never gonna quit this”. You continued, working your mouth quicker. Takeda bucked his hips and groaned. “Back seat.” Was all he said, it was more of a command. You pulled off him and wiggled yourself over the seats, laying in the back. Soon after you got back there, Takeda dived over the seat and landed between your legs. He smiled up at you, and pulled down your pants around him. His eyes shined and he leaned down giving your thigh a kiss before he bit down and sucked. You moaned and tangled your hands into his hair, biting your lip and closing your eyes. You were supporting so many marks from him, another just turned you on. Takeda tied his yellow headband around your thigh, and placed his hand over it to get a better grip. His eyes watched you as he pushed his tongue into you and curled it. You moaned again and gently tried to grind against him. His other hand found it’s way between the car seat and your thigh and he gripped them holding you against him. He licked you until you were trembling in his hands. He pressed his nose against your clit and closed his eyes as he picked up his pace and licked faster. “Ah~ fuck Takeda” you moaned out as your thighs tried to squeeze together. His fingers dug into your thighs and he made you finish with a scream.

Takeda’s hands undid his pants and pushed them down just enough to be comfortable and he got up to his knees. He threw your pants to the floor along with his own. He pressed his hand to the side of the car right before your head and he leaned down to capture your lips. Your hands went to his shoulders and kissed him passionately. His tongue poked at yours and you both kissed heavily for a few minutes. Your hands were tangled into Takeda’s long black hair, his own holding your hips and steadying himself. He leaned down and bit into a clean spot on your neck. He pulled back with a pop and looked at the beautiful skin that was all red and bloody under the skin. He smiled and you pulled him down to you, biting into the right side of his neck, causing him to moan sweetly. You gave him an identical one on the left side. Takeda let you readjust yourself before he dipped his head to rest on yours as he pushed himself into you. A whimper left both of your lips and he sunk into you fully. Takeda was lost in the heat, thrusting into you in no time. Both of you moaning and sweat began to drip off him. The sweat ran down his face and neck, dripping onto your face and neck. You didn’t care. The windows fogged as you both went a bit rougher. You gave him a tug on his hair gently and pointed toward the flashlight in the distance. “We are about to get caught.. but not before I finish you” Takeda whispered slyly and drove his hips into yours. You gasped and squeezed him close to you. Takeda moaned loudly and thrust deeper into you. He buried his head in your neck as he began to pant and his thrusts got sloppy. “Come on.. cum with me baby” he whispered into your ear and you both hit an earth shattering orgasm at the same time. Kenshi’s thoughts began to surface in Takeda’s head and he smirked. Kenshi shook his head and pointed the flashlight toward the car. “There is my car..” Kenshi said to himself and he seen the fogged windows.

Takeda knew he was gonna be caught, but he jumped over the front seat and you began to panic a little as Kenshi approached. “We need to get out of here, oh my god. No..” you began to say as you tried to throw your pants on but you were so sweaty and they wanted to stick. Erron Black emerged behind Kenshi. “Oh he brought your dad.. I guess he found you were missing” Takeda said with a laugh and gave you a look. “Erron, let me handle this” Kenshi said, holding his hand up to motion Erron to stop. You and Takeda were redressed and you were back in the front seat. Kenshi could hear your panicked thoughts and heart racing. Kenshi shook his head gently and tisked at Takeda, shooting him a thought. “You know I was young once.. you aren’t sneaky when I can hear your every thought.. and god sometimes I wish I stayed out of your head” Kenshi taunted him and he stopped in his tracks, pretending you look at something on the ground before he continued his walk. He was having a conversation with Takeda. Then he directed a thought your way. “Your dad doesn’t know shit. And we are keeping that way. Turn on a movie on your phone before I let him over”. You scrambled for your phone and turned on a movie and cuddled up to Takeda. “You owe me one. I’m not the one you have to worry about.” Kenshi told Takeda. Takeda sent Kenshi a frustrated thought. “I thought you hated her”. Kenshi was so close now Takeda could see him shaking his head no. “Alright C’mon Erron, they are over here” Kenshi said and motioned Erron to come over. Kenshi pulled his spare key and unlocked the car, revealing you two snuggled up, watching Friday the 13th. You looked up and notified them. Erron began a question and Kenshi cut him off. “I can hear thoughts remember. No they weren’t doing anything. Just watching a movie. I would have heard disgusting shit if they weren’t” Kenshi said and Erron believed him. Kenshi winked at you and Takeda and they left. Takeda sighed gently and his eyes went to his headband still around your thigh. You blushed and giggled. You kissed Takeda and he turned the car over when they were out of sight, he began to drive you home. “Don’t think like that” Takeda said out loud and you stared over at him. His mouth curved into a smile. “That’s my dad. Quit it”. You blushed hard and giggled. “And you are my girl. He gets no shot” Takeda said and took your hand, pulling you close to him. He finally did the actual speed limit on the way home. “I was young once. I learned from the best I guess huh dad?” Takeda asked out loud and drove, you fell asleep on his shoulder on the way home. “You taught me something right, and that had to be choosing her.“ Takeda was talking to himself on the drive home, enjoying the music and the drive. “I think I’m in love”.

#takeda smut #takeda x reader #takeda takahashi #kenshi takahashi #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat

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fruggo · 3 years

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Hi hi can I req Danny, Leon and Steve with a male s/o who's a real goofy guy? Cracks jokes during chases, just can't take things too seriously, laid back and chill guy who prioritizes having fun

absolutely, thanks for requesting!! :D this is cute haha. i hope you like it!

danny, leon, and steve with goofy m!s/o

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny would consider himself a pretty fun guy, though perhaps his idea of fun would not be the same as a normal person's. so i wouldn't take his word for it if i were you.

honestly? he thinks you're the shit. he genuinely likes your bad dad jokes great puns, will banter back and forth with you, and he might even give you the hatch instead of a mori. although he would love to have your picture, it can wait until the next trial. or the next if he still doesn't feel like it. who knows?

he likes that you're not too serious about everything. since danny is the entity's golden boy, he never has to worry about anything! he likes it here! and it's cool that someone else has a similar mindset about things. although he might have misunderstood "making the best of the situation and just being a goofy person" for "liking it here". you never really clarified which one it was, and why should he ask?

when danny finds out that you act basically the same way with all the killers, cracking jokes and laughing things off in chases, he gets all pouty. he thought he was special. well, looks like you're getting that mori now.

he still likes you though, and he gives you even more special attention now in the form of tunneling and camping! he means well <3 (no he doesn't he is a little bitch and a loser)

but then he hears stories from the other killers about you, and is pleased to find that you are significantly more fun with him, and, dare i say, flirty!

but he still wants to tunnel and camp you.

when you realize what he's doing, you don't get mad about it. what's the point? in fact you think it's really funny.

the first time danny proximity-camped you, you found it rewarding to just talk and talk and talk until he finally talked back. it took a while, but he did finally respond.

you would just say dumb shit, and then you would say more dumb shit, and then it got annoying and danny had to tell you to shut up. and then you would just dramatically whisper something like "okay, pissbaby."

and danny thought maybe he should be angry with you, but he just wasn't. he couldn't be mad at you, because even if he was, you wouldn't care. you weren't scared of him.

so when he finally left and you got unhooked, he tunneled you obviously. it makes sense, okay?

"wow, am i that handsome and gorgeous and attractive?" you monologued while smashing a pallet onto danny's head. "i'm really just so irresistible that you want to tunnel me? honestly, danny, i'm flattered. i'm touched."

danny couldn't remember since when you were on a first name basis, but he let it slide. just because maybe he thinks you are that handsome and gorgeous and attractive.

dude danny is kinda fucked up but like. he's funny. and charming. and he also let you take off his mask once, and so now you know he's also hot. he has a few things going for him as long as you ignore the part where he chases you with a knife.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon, our favorite rookie :D he's so cute!!! sorry im gushing i just cant resist i love him !!

and you love him too, so much. that's why you accidentally distract him during trials by goofing off and almost getting him killed

it's out of love. leon knows that. you don't really mean to.

while leon's doing a generator, you are probably somewhere nearby trying to find something even remotely interesting to do. and that might involve climbing a tree, then falling out of the tree. but it wasnt your fault! you swore the crows were attacking you, they didn't want you up in that tree because they knew you were just so cool up there and the Entity couldn't have somebody being better and hotter and funnier than itself so high in the sky.

leon could only smile and shake his head, inspecting you for the wounds you inevitably had. when you said you were fine, he was very skeptical, because your version of fine was never the same as his.

the killer knew where you were now because of your very loud "FUCK!" as the crows supposedly attacked you and forced you out of the tree, so you immediately put on your game face and got ready to command some attention.

leon said no, you were not in the right headspace to get chased. you only shrugged at him, slapped his ass, and ran towards the killer yelling, "HEY YOU WANNA HEAR AN AGGIE JOKE?"

leon was used to this by now, and he found it rather endearing. you were an enigma to him, really. how you could be so laid back about this whole murder-die-sacrifice thing was beyond him, but it was refreshing. he liked your enthusiasm.

since he had just come from raccoon city, he was still in his "i have to do the right thing and save everybody because it's my duty" kind of mood. you made sure to lighten up that burden and remind him that it's okay to chill sometimes, and he can't save everybody, especially not here. if you were in a particularly bad trial, you always made sure to get him to crack a smile.

likewise, leon wasn't always too jazzed about your "funny guy gets killed so the team can live" complex. he knew you didn't care, or at least you said you didn't, but he still hated that you constantly sacrificed yourself and acted like it was no big deal. to him, it was. he hated going back to the campfire alone and waiting forever for you to show up again; he cared about you and it hurt to see you sacrifice yourself so much even if he knew you would return.

leon didn't have a stick up his ass or anything--he had his fair share of humorous moments (i mean have you seen infinite darkness ashdjshdf that man just wants love and food). he just wants to save everybody, you included. it's frustrating to come to terms with the fact that he can't.

he loves it when he can hear you yelling at the killer mid-chase from afar, be it a pun or a swear or both. you've even influenced him to crack his own jokes while being chased sometimes--it comes out more often if he's being tunneled. if you ever happened to see him do it, you would wipe a fake tear from your face and start clapping. you were very proud of your rookie.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

the killers hated you and steve, and i mean like despised you

you were so chill. and for what???? why do you have chill???? nobody else has chill, what makes you think you deserve to have chill????

they could never make you angry and that made them super angry

you and steve would quip back and forth between chases, sometimes going so far as to pretend the killer is not there and talk about something like what kind of cheese you missed eating the most. let me tell you, that did not make the trickster happy.

he was a star!! a star, and here you two little shits were, ignoring him to talk about cheese. honestly, the audacity.

you and steve ran to the killer shack with the trickster on your heels, still talking about cheese. how the conversation had gone on this long was a mystery, and it continued to be a mystery while the two of you shared a chase in the shack.

steve was very happy to have found someone to share his sentiments with. everybody was so serious all the time, and while he was similar to leon with his altruistic streaks, he was slightly less responsible and occasionally enjoyed doing dumb stunts just for shits and giggles.

you can bet that whenever you are in a trial together, it's a competition to see who can hold the killer's attention longer. your teammates don't mind--all they have to do is complete gens, so their job is fairly easy. and it's always entertaining to catch sight of one of you sprinting with a new flashlight in your hand to go annoy the crap out of the killer.

there's no question that steve would die for you a hundred times over, and you would do the same for him. you didn't see it as a very big deal--you didn't see anything here as a very big deal. steve was the only important thing you had, really, and you cared for him a lot. saving him? kapeesh. no sweat.

scenario: steve is being chased, you throw yourself in front of him, the killer has noed, you are hooked, you give him a thumbs up as you die, he flips you off because why the fuck would you die for him what is wrong with you he's supposed to die for you and you know that?? why would you do that???? great, now steve gets to escape and it's all your fault.

you would simply smile. he was so cute sometimes.

#requests #fruggo writes #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #leon kennedy x reader #steve harrington x reader #headcanons #dbd headcanons

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alyssa-grimes-bitch · 3 years

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It's time

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 is up and I am loving this 😭 like I said Carl x reader won't happen for a HOT minute. It'll get there though I promise

Parings: Carl grimes x reader

Warnings: cussing pg-13

When I woke up I was groggy and it was dark outside. I sat up and immediately looked at my bite. It had just started scabbing around the sides. I replaced the bandage and made my way out my room and down the stairs. I didn’t go into the living room or anywhere else I just sat on the porch outside. I wanted some peace and to pretend there wasn’t a whole apocalypse going on and my only friend had been shot. It wasn’t easy but it was the best I got. After some calming sleep I didn’t feel so scared anymore. That was until Maggie came bursting through the door.

“Dad needs you,” She said. “We’re doing the surgery.”

“But we don’t have the equipment,” I called following her into the room.

“Carl’s out of time,” She replied as I followed her into the room.

Rick and Lori were in the corner holding each other.

“I can make an incubation tube,” I shouted.”We would just need someone to manually do it.”

“I can do it,” Rick shouted. And came over.“What do you need?”

“I need a red rubber catheter and a balloon,” I said as I opened Carl’s mouth and checked it with a flashlight.

“I got it,” Maggie shouted before running out of the room. “They're back!”

I heard the scream from the front of the house. Someone had to stay with Carl and make sure he’s stable.

“Dad, go,” I said, hooking the iv upon a makeshift stand and checking his blood pressure.

My dad ran out and wasn’t gone for more than a few moments before he returned with the bag I assumed with medical supplies. He threw the bag down and started pulling things out.

“This isn’t very sterile,” I said.

“No but it’s the best we got. We can treat infection,” He paused, handing me a scrub top and some gloves. “These bullets need to come out now.”

“You’re right,” I took a deep breath. “Okay let's get him under.”

Maggie administered the sedative and then the anesthetic in an I.V.

“Intubate now,” My dad said and I opened Carl’s mouth and slid the tube. Down his throat but was careful I made it into the lungs instead of the stomach. Once confident Patrica took over giving Carl his lungs.

“(Y/N/N), I need you here to help me,” Dad responded and I bolted to his side.

Dad carefully removed every single piece of shrapnel from his side, as I soaked up the blood, there was a lot of blood. I turned a look to Maggie who was keeping an eye on his blood pressure.

“He’s still stable,” She said as my dad dropped a large piece of shrapnel in the metal blow.

“(Y/N), I need you to stitch this vein,” My dad spoke and I freaked out.

“Why me?” I shouted. “I didn’t finish.”

“I know, but my hands are too big,” He responded. “I can talk you through it but I need you to do it.”

I took a deep breath and nodded, putting the bowl down. And pulling the dissolvable sutures out and carefully stitching the small vein in his abdomen before sewing him back up.

“Maggie?” I asked, looking at her hopeful.

We waited for an eternity as she counted his respirations, checked his blood pressure, and his pulse. She ended with his blood pressure and my breath hitched in my chest.

“He’s stable,” She finally said and I hugged my dad.

“He’s not out of the woods yet but he’s got a fighting chance now,” My dad said towards the room. “I will go tell Rick and his wife.”

I filed out with Maggie and Patricia. We decided to leave Rick and Lori to be with their child alone. I decided to sit next to Beth on the couch and she was just looking out through the window at the night sky.

“Where’s Otis?” I asked and it made Beth burst into tears.

“He’s not comin’ back,” She said making me start crying.

He was very close to my family and he had previously lived with us for years. We weren’t close in a friend sense, he was family though and that is what mattered. Losing him was very hard on me and it was even harder on Patricia as I could hear her crying right next to us.

“I'm gonna miss him,” Beth said softly as her tears dried.

"I know Bethy. Me too," I said and brought her into a hug.

Though I hadn’t slept well in weeks I felt wide awake after barely waking up. It was good that Carl was alive and my family was alive. Maybe we could travel together. With my dad and Rick together we would be a good duo and it would make our group large enough to fight back against people, because let's be honest. People are the worst type of monster. Worse than any walker or animal you could ever imagine.

I laid my hand on Beth’s lap and she leaned in and placed her head on my shoulder. She was my best friend and my twin sister. She was the good half of us. She was bubbly and happy whereas I wasn’t as bubbly. She wasn’t there in the beginning when it was going to shit. She was here safe with my dad and my sister.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that but after what I felt was a few minutes. I opened my eyes and it was morning and Beth was laying against me, asleep. Maggie walked in front of me and smiled.

“Daddy needs you to stay and monitor Carl for a while while we chat with Rick’s group. Is that alright?” She said and I popped up from my seat with Beth.

“Mags, do you think Dad will let them stay?” I asked as we walked back towards Carl.

“I don’t know,” She sighed and walked out the door and I split to be in Carl's room.

Lori was sitting up against the headboard with her hand on Carl. She smiled at me and I smiled before grabbing the blood pressure cuff and the stethoscope. Everything was good so I took the seat next to his bed.

“Is this where you grew up?” She asked me and I nodded. “Rick said it was you that led him in here.”

I nodded again but avoided conversation. I was good when someone was bleeding out and dying but I wasn’t good at awkward after conversations with the patient's parents.

“Is this your family?” She asked as I sat there rubbing my hands together.

“Y-yeah. Beth the younger blonde is my twin sister,” I nodded and kept my eyes on the bed counting his breaths, just making sure that he was going to survive this.

“Twins?” She said smiling. “I always hoped Carl was a twin.”

“We have a very special bond,” I smiled and traced circles around the sheets.

"How did you get split from your family?" She asked and I tensed up. I wasn't very good at lying.

"I was one of the medical students that were pulled out of school to help the hospitals. I was sent to Atlanta when it fell," I replied, smiling awkwardly at her.

"Medical student?" She questioned.

"I completed high school when I was 13," I paused. " I was in my second year when this went down."

"Wow, your parents must've been proud," she smiled.

"They were," I laughed and tears pinged my eyes. " I was the child prodigy. I was planning on buying my own practice here when I finished. Staying close to my family. Maybe even stay on the farm."

Lori smiled at me while tears fell from my eyes.

"My mom wanted to throw this huge party," I said, wiping my eyes. "I haven't seen them around and I'm too scared to ask what happened."

"You said them?" Lori said as she grabbed Carl's hand.

" My brother," I replied, smiling. "He just turned 18."

Lori opened her mouth to reply when Beth came into the room, "Daddy sent me to come watch him."

"Okay," I said softly and got up. "Thank you for the talk."

"You can always talk to me if you need to," Lori smiled and waved to me as I walked out of the room.

I took a seat on the front porch and looked out at the land. Rick's group was hanging out across the house. I curled my legs into my chest and held my hands together against my forehead when Maggie came running up.

"We're having a funeral for Otis down by the other end," she said, laying her hand on my shoulder. " I'm grabbin' Beth now."

"Okay," I smiled at her. "I'll go down."

"Are you gonna tell 'em about your arm?" She asked as she opened the door.

I paused and looked at her, "Just Rick. He's all that needs to know."

"Okay," she said. "After the funeral then."

I nodded at her and got up. I went exactly to where Maggie told me and waited. Everyone was there except Maggie and Beth. But they joined us soon after. I grabbed a spot next to Patricia and held her hand. She squeezed me and my dad started reading and occasionally stopping to talk about Otis. Beth grabbed my hand as she sobbed and I pulled her against me and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She sobbed into my chest as I squeezed her against me.

Everyone placed a rock on a pile that was supposed to be his makeshift grave. Then it was Beth and my turn. We went up together holding hands and placed the rocks down. I was crying too but Beth was a mess.

"It's okay," I whispered and gripped her shoulders. "We're laying him to rest."

When we got back to where we were standing Maggie grabbed Beth and held her. While I held her hand and Patrica's hand.

"Shane," my dad said softly. "Will you speak for Otis?"

Shane looked up at my dad and shook his head. Maggie grabbed Patricia's shoulders to steady her.

"I'm not good at it," was Shane's response and Patrica sobbed slightly. "I'm sorry."

"You were the last one with him, will you share his final moments?" She sobbed and everyone paused. " Please, I need to hear. I need to know his death had meaning."

" Okay," shane responded and paused for a second. "We were about done. Almost out of ammo we were down to pistols by the end. I was limping. It was bad. Ankle all swollen up."

We all paused just staring at Shane as he spoke.

"We gotta save the boy, that's what he said," Shane said pausing. " Run he said. I'll hold em off. I'll take the rear I'll cover you. And when I looked back."

Shane stopped and we all know what that meant. He started walking towards the rocks and spoke.

"If it wasn't for Otis," he paused and grabbed a rock. " I'd never made it out alive. That goes for Carl too. He saved us both."

He stopped and looked at partica before continuing, "The only death that ever had meaning was his."

Shane walked off and Patrica sobbed as Maggie held her. Beth was sobbing too so I pulled her into a tight hug. we stood there until it was just all 4 of us crying.

"I'm going to go check on Carl," Dad said before looking at us. "I need someone to watch him the rest of the day."

"I'll do it," Maggie said. "I'll get Patricia laid down and I'll watch him."

"No, I'm going to need you to help me talk to Rick's group," Dad responded.

"Why not me dad? I'm the one who's been with them," I said and my dad turned his back on me.

"You're watching the kid," he snapped and I opened my mouth to complain when he loudly shouted. "End of discussion."

He walked off leaving us stunned.

"He never gets like that with you," Beth said and I shook my head.

"I'll tell Rick you want to talk to him," Maggie responded and winked at me as she passed.

" Are you gonna tell him?" Beth asked as we walked our way back to the house.

" Yeah," I responded. " He should know."

"I agree," she replied

We walked the rest of the way in complete silence. When we made it to the house we split. I checked Carl's vitals and he was fine. I just waited. I sat by his side for what felt like hours. Playing with the sheet or counting his breaths.

"Keeping an eye on Carl?" Rick asked, making me jump. "sorry I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's alright," I responded while Rick took the seat next to me. "Did Maggie tell you?"

"Yes," Rick said. "what do you need to talk about?"

"Do you remember when you found me in Atlanta and you brought me back to your camp I told you I was brought out of medical school to help?" I said, rubbing my hands together nervously.

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No Body, No Crime [Dave York x F!Reader]

Summary: When Dave York’s wife expresses her suspicion of him having an affair, you agree to help her gather the evidence to confront him. You believe that if you can prove his infidelity, their marriage will fall apart and you might actually stand a chance with him. But when you follow him out one night, you make a shocking discovery.

Warnings: SMUT, m receiving oral, f masturbation, choking, infidelity, murder

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3000>

Author’s Note: Please consider this my official application of entry to the Dave York pit. This one is quite intense. I’ve never written a thriller type fic before, so I hope it’s okay!

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He had to have been cheating. There was no other excuse for sneaking out so late at night, and not returning until the early hours of the morning. His actions radiated infidelity. The only answer was that he was having an affair.

Dave York was the typical suburban dad living the perfect life with the perfect wife and two happy daughters. You would know as you were the York’s housemaid, and had the privilege of living with them. As an insider, it also meant you were a pair of extra spying eyes. And you watched Dave, a lot. It was only a matter of time before Carol caught on and realised something was up. So when she came to you one morning after Dave had set off to work, and the girls were at school, you could already sense her concerns.

If you recalled correctly, it was the fourth time this week he’d snuck out. You remembered last night, sitting by the attic window and watching him drive off into the distance. There was something about it that got you all riled up. You were ashamed to admit it -- but you were more than attracted to Mr. York. Once he was no longer in sight, you closed your eyes and slipped your fingers under the hem of your panties. You let out a puff of air as your digits found your clit and you began to rub tight little circles, squirming around in the wooden chair that you’d been sitting in. It creaked in the midst of the night, but getting so caught up in the moment, you didn’t even care if your movements or whimpers woke Carol up. You imagined Dave burying his cock deep inside you, moaning out your name. It was really bad, you knew that… but the truth is, if Dave wanted to fuck you next, you’d have no qualms. You’d let him. You’d beg him. With your free hand, you clutched the edge of the window sill so hard your knuckles turned white as you felt your body pull to its orgasm.

You stayed by the window for around two and a half hours after that, apprehending his return. If one thing was sure, it was that Dave made an effort to remain unseen. He dressed in all black, even opting to wear a hat to hide his brown locks of hair. You heard the keys jingle as he let himself into the house, this time via the back door because he knew it would be quieter. You heard his footsteps emerge up the stairs. Strangely enough, you heard the washer switch on as he would do his own laundry. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you had cleaned Dave’s clothes. Washing his clothes at four in the morning only made him even more suspicious, but you had to applaud his efforts.

“I think Dave is cheating on me,” Carol announced as you finished up doing the dishes. You felt your body stiffen at her tone, before taking a deep breath and turning to face her. She looked exhausted, nursing a cup of coffee and her bleached blonde hair tied into a messy bun. “He’s been… acting different,” she revealed sadly. “He slips out of bed at around one in the morning, every night. He comes back at four-ish, and I pretend to be asleep. But he undresses, and he smells like sweat. We don’t talk much anymore. I don’t think he loves me.” she confirmed, and you could tell she was trying to hold back unshed tears.

“I’m sorry.” was all you could offer her.

She sank down into the dining room chair and held her head in her hands. Carol wasn’t a bad woman -- but you couldn’t bring yourself to empathise with her. She was the lucky one who got to marry Dave in the first place… who got to bring up his two wonderful kids. She got to live in the big suburban house, and she got to drive the expensive family SUV. Clearly, she was struggling. Her suspicions of her husband cheating were eating her alive, and you knew from your own spying that he was certainly up to something. It must have sucked for her, but even if Dave was being unfaithful, she was still living your dream life.

“I think I’m going to call him out,” she confessed with an uneasy shrug of her shoulders. “I have to. I can’t keep living like this. It’s just… I have no evidence. No way to prove it.”

Carol had a point. If she was going to confront him, surely he’d just deny it and get mad. You liked Dave a lot, that much was clear, but maybe… in this scenario… you could be some use to Carol. If you could provide her with the evidence that he was cheating, then their marriage would inevitably fall apart. Then you could harness the chance to steal Dave away for yourself. This could actually work.

“I can help you,” you said suddenly, pulling out the chair opposite Carol and sitting beside her. “I can help you find what you need to expose Dave’s affair.”

Carol furrowed her eyebrows together in bewilderment, and you hoped you hadn’t sounded too excited about the prospect. “How do you plan on doing that?” she asked you with uncertainty.

You hummed, your mind weighing up the possible scenarios. “Uhm… well, next time he sneaks out I can watch him leave... and then I take your SUV and carefully follow him. I’ll try to snap some photos of him getting caught in the act.” you suggested and watched Carol wince at the thought of you seeing him with somebody else. Seriously… were you supposed to feel bad for her? Carol looked unsure but finally she sighed a breath of defeat and nodded her head, agreeing to your plan.

“Okay… but be careful you don’t get caught.” She warned.

“I’ll do it tonight,” you promised. “Don’t worry Carol, let me handle this.”

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This time, when the night rolled over, you weren’t in the attic like usual. You were hiding out by the living room window downstairs which gave you quick and easy access to the front door. Once you were satisfied that Dave had driven an ample distance away from the house, you grabbed Carol’s car keys and jogged down the patio to her SUV. You knew the roads would be empty at this time of night, so it shouldn’t be too hard to lose sight of Dave. What would be hard though, is trying to remain unseen by him. Any car out on the roads at two in the morning would be suspicious. You figured you were doing a good job at staying back in the shadows.

To your surprise, Dave began to drive out of town and he headed towards the forest that peppered the outskirts of the little village he lived in. You knew that nobody lived in this area, and so why he was driving this far out was beyond you. Though, it only piqued your curiosity more, and so you continued to follow him.

You parked around ten feet behind him, the car tyres getting stuck in the dirt. You watched as Dave hopped out of his car and swung a black duffel bag over his shoulder. He ventured into the depths of the forest, amongst the tall trees, until eventually he was nowhere in sight. You sat in the driver's seat for a few moments, contemplating what exactly was going on. You didn't expect this at all. You figured that, all this time, he had in fact been driving to a different part of town, letting himself into someone else’s house and having an affair.

Then, the reality that he could still be having an affair struck you. You hopped out of the SUV and turned on your phone’s flashlight, helping you familiarise yourself with your surroundings. Dave’s clunky boots left a trail of footsteps in the mud, thankfully, which meant it was easy enough to track him down. You were making good progress and doing fine until you heard a man scream. And your heart sank in your chest.

The same voice cried out in terror, before another scream followed. Could it be Dave? Was he in danger? Your mind shot to what you believed to be the worst possible case and your light jogging turned into running as you followed the sound. You had to make sure Dave was okay.

As you got closer and closer, you began to hear a squelching noise and a series of grunts and groans. You noticed a figure, on his knees by a large tree trunk -- and evidently, he noticed the way your flashlight had highlighted his body. The masculine figure rose to his feet and dropped the knife to the ground before turning to face you.

It was Dave.

“What are you doing here?” he interrogated, removing his hat and stuffing it into his pocket.

“You… I--... you…” you were speechless, your gaze flicking between Dave and the corpse that he had tied to the tree. The screams you had heard earlier hadn’t come from Dave, but instead had come from the man he just murdered.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He repeated, malice dripping from his tongue. When you didn’t answer, he scoffed incredulously and pulled out a clean knife. He took only a few steps towards you, breaking any distance, and held the silver blade to your neck. The coolness of the metal stung your skin and your gaze fixated on his cold dark eyes in horror. “I’ll ask you one last time,” Dave whispered, his warm breath fanning over your jaw. “Sweet girl, tell me, why are you here?”

“Carol sent me…” you lied. “I didn’t want to. But-- but she thought you were cheating on her. She told me to follow you into the night and see where you ended up.”

“That bitch,” Dave huffed, taking a step back and shaking his head in disbelief. “And you were happy to betray me?”

“No!” you said defensively, your voice raising an octave. “She said if I didn’t, she’d fire me.”

“You should have come to me first.” Dave gritted out, his voice deep and his eyes locked on yours. God, he was hot. If he hadn’t just murdered someone, you’d be all over him.

“I know,” you gulped and made an effort to flutter your eyelashes apologetically. “I was scared.”

“Scared of me?” Dave quizzed, tilting his head and wrapping a gloved hand around the column of your throat. He gave it an experimental squeeze.

“N-no,” you stammered out, biting your lower lip. “Scared of Carol.”

“And now that you know where I’ve been going every night. Now that you know that I’ve been murdering innocents… are you scared of me?” Dave rephrased after a moment of silence.

“No,” you confirmed again but with a shaky exhale. You raised your hand and cupped his cheek. The touch caught him off guard. He wasn’t used to this kind of affection from anyone. “Actually… it turns me on.”

Dave pulled away from you and a wicked smirk crossed his lips. “I never pinned you to be that kind of person.” he revealed, but if the tent in his pants was anything to go off, you knew that he liked it.

“I never pinned you to be a murderer.” you shot back with a sweet moan, licking a hot stripe along his jaw and maneuvering your hand along his broad chest.

Dave let his own gloved hand tangle in your hair before yanking your head back and forcing you to look at him.

“Not a murderer, just a cheater?” he questioned, venom in his tone.

“Mm, I’m sorry.” you whispered, and Dave began to push you down onto your knees.

“Show me,” he hissed, and you hungrily nodded your head.

In the darkness of the night, you began to undo his belt. Pulling it through the loops of his pants, you discarded it to the ground and then started to work at the zipper. You dipped your hand into his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. You couldn’t help but gasp at how heavy it felt in your hands.

You began to pump at his length, your fingers gathering the beads of precum that had dribbled out of his tip. “Let me fuck your mouth.” he commanded. You opened your mouth as wide as you could, preparing yourself for his girth, and stuck out your tongue. Dave chuckled darkly before thrusting his thick cock into your mouth.

His breathing hilted when you wrapped your lips and moaned around him, the noise sending vibrations through his body.

He pushed his entire length into you and then gently began to trace your throat with his index finger. The movements of his hands were achingly soft in comparison to the rough and messy nature of his thrusts. It didn’t take long for you to realise he was actually tracing the bulge that his thick cock had made there, and you gagged around him in response. He doubled back, pulling out of you and only giving you a second to catch your breath before fucking your mouth again.

His speech was slurred and his vision became hazy as he muttered words of degradation. “You little whore, sucking my cock in the middle of a fucking forest at night. Do you like this? Do you like taking my cock in your mouth?”

You could only hum in approval. You felt tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes and his cock began to throb in your mouth. You knew he was close now. You brought your hands to his balls and began to massage them, and looked up through your lashes at Dave who had tossed his head back, the pleasure consuming him.

Without any warning, Dave came undone, his salty load shooting into your mouth. He brought his hands back down to your head and forced you to swallow him whole. It wasn’t easy, but you managed to do so, relishing his taste. Eventually, he let you pull off him, a mixture of his cum and your saliva creating a trail between his cock and your lips. He grabbed your hand and helped you to your feet before tucking himself back into his pants and zipping himself up.

“Well, I can’t murder you now.” he sighed, rubbing his jaw.

“Do you need me to help you hide the body?” you offered.

“No,” he replied. “I do all my murders in this forest because no one has visited in years. They decompose quickly too. I just leave them to rot.”

It sounded pretty risky, you thought, but evidently, Dave knew what he was doing. He must have been doing this for a long time. “Oh okay…” you mumbled. “I’ll just… head back to the car then.”

You spun around on your heel and took a few steps in the direction you came before you heard Dave call your name. You froze and waited for him to speak.

“I’m going to kill Carol,” he said, the five words echoing amongst the trees around you. “And I need you to be my alibi.”

“M-murder Carol? But why?” you asked, honestly feeling a little uneasy at this point. You trusted Dave, you really did. But Carol had sent you out to try and evidence the fact he was cheating on you. In the past half hour, you’d witnessed her husband murder someone, and then you had proceeded to give him what could quite possibly have been the best blow of his life.

“She thought I was cheating on her,” he said, his voice so quiet it was almost sinister. “She has betrayed my trust.”

You wanted to throw in the fact that he had actually just cheated on her, with you, but you decided that might not have been the best idea. He needed to know that you were on his side. You hadn’t realised the length of time you’d stayed silent for. Clearly, had been too long for Dave’s liking.

“Are you going to betray my trust?” Dave queried and you shook your head ‘no’ profusely. “Good.”

“Good thing I’ve cleaned enough houses in my time to know how to cover up a scene,” you said softly, taking a few steps closer to him. “And it’s a good thing I helped Carol take out a big life insurance policy.” your lips curled into a smile.

“So we do it tonight,” Dave whispered, his thumb grazing the height of your cheekbone. “We go home together, and I’ll kill her. I’ll take her body to the forest and you clean up before daylight.”

“What about the girls?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Dave picked up his belt and the bloodied knife before throwing them haphazardly in his duffle bag. “Good thing they’ll still be living with another, amazing woman that they can look up to once their mother is gone,” he smirked, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat at his words. “I’ll call the cops tomorrow morning and file a missing person’s report for Carol.”

“Will it work?” you wondered out loud.

“Do you trust me?”

Maybe you were foolish, but as you contemplated his words, you realised that you really did trust this suburban murder dad.

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That Damned AU

Hey guys (gn), I know you’ve heard me talk about this before, but I’ve actually been working on it now, so here’s part of it. It’s called That Damned AU because it’s been waking me up in the middle of the night to think about it for the last two years, so it’s just me damning it. I will probably change the name at some point. If you have any suggestions, I will gladly consider them. Basically, That Damned AU follows the events of the canonical story line of MPHFPC, but I’ve changed some things around, messed with some details, and added a few things. Mostly to fix or add to things that I have complaints about or wanted to hear more of. I will be tagging it as That Damned AU in case you want to block it

Before we begin I would like to thank @finn-nito for letting me talk his ear off about all this and in turn talking my ear off. It’s been a lot of fun doing this with you and getting to know you.

Now for the damned thing:

Ricky actually goes into the house with Jacob when Abe doesn’t immediately answer. Probably makes dumb comments about the decor or some thing. Goes back to his car for the gun when they see the screen door. Tells Jacob to stay there. Rushes back when he hears Jacob yell for Abe when the flashlight is found. Catches up to Jacob just on the edge of the woods and gives him shit for moving. Tries to lighten the mood and reassure Jacob, until they see the trail of blood. Is there with Jacob when he finds Abe. Ricky tries to keep Jacob from touching Abe because he thinks Abe is already dead. Both of them handle the situation Extremely Badly. We actually hear Abe call Jacob “little tiger” this time instead of just retconning it. Ricky alternates between trying to get enough signal to call the police and crouching with Jacob to try and help him. Abe’s riddle is delivered the same as before and Jacob does see the hallowghast. Ricky tries to shoot it but can’t because he doesn’t even know it’s there. When Jacob sees it he does grab onto Ricky and start shaking him with one hand, still holding onto Abe with the other.

Both boys have to be questioned, together and separately. Jacob sees Ricky’s interview because he gets a chance to snoop through the policeman's notes. He gets mad that Ricky wouldn’t admit to seeing the hallow and Ricky gets defensive about it. They don’t stop talking though because they mutually think the other is having a stress reaction and is seeing things/is erasing things from their own memories.

Jacobs parents didn’t really like Ricky before and they really don’t like him now because they think having him around will remind Jacob of finding Abe, but Jacob almost seems less stressed when Ricky’s around so they’ll allow it.

They don’t necessarily see each other more, but their interactions are way more emotionally charged now.

Ricky does start carrying his gun more because while he didn’t see the hallow, that was a scary night and he did hear something. He brings it into Jacobs house several times without Jacobs parents knowledge. This is a point of contention between Ricky and Jacob because if Jacobs parents find out Ricky will not be allowed back and will be cut off.

Because Ricky is still very much attached to Jacob when he starts seeing Dr. Golan this time, Ricky is in more danger of wights.

Dr. Golan hears a lot about Ricky. Probably significantly more than he wants to.

Ricky doesn’t get the medical attention that Jacob does because he’s poor and when Jacob knows Ricky’s having a problem he asks Dr. Golan for advice for Ricky.

Jacob is more resistant to Dr Golan’s work this time, because Ricky is there to call bullshit when he hears it and mentions that Jacob's meds are making him weird. Golan responds to this resistance by trying to convince Jacobs parents that Ricky is bad for Jacob. It does work but both of his parents are fairly shit at computers and they both have to sleep some time, so Jacob can still message Ricky and sneak out at night.

Ricky does appreciate when Jacob gets advice from Dr. Golan for him, but he does still give Jacob shit for therapizing him.

Both of them are being observed by wights at this point. Jacob gets a series of very weird food delivery guys and there’s like, three different cars that consistently follow Ricky. The food delivery guys aren’t outright weird, they just have the same ~*vibe*~ as Golan and some times they say strange shit. One of them knew his name without Jacob introducing himself.

The cars wouldn’t be weird if they weren’t definitely the same cars, didn’t only stop following Ricky when he A) was near his house or B) took random turns without signalling, and didn’t seem to follow any particular pattern to where he was seeing them. If they were in a similar area at similar times every day then okay, he just keeps seeing the same people on their way to work or whatever, but that’s not what’s happening.

Not much comes of it though. Jacob gets a few weird stomach aches, Ricky gets pulled over by a really strange cop once. Some one breaks into Ricky’s house while no one’s there and goes through stuff but doesn’t take anything or make a mess, the door’s open and a few things have moved when he gets home. You know, normal stuff.

Once, Jacobs parents go out of town. One of his mothers cousins is getting married, and they just aren’t sure that Jacob’s ready for travel and relatives and a party and everything. They don’t want to leave him for the weekend, but they both agree that he’s been doing really well lately (and it’s been months. They want to get out of the house and do Normal People Things). They tell Dr. Golan that Jacob’s going to be alone for the weekend and tell Jacob to go across the street to their neighbour for help if anything happens and they give the neighbour Dr. Golan’s number.

Roughly ten minutes after they leave, Ricky shows up. The Crown Vic goes in the garage, Alien is turned on, Chinese food is ordered and the weekend commences.

They barely even watch the movie, they’re busy talking. They fall asleep on the couch and honestly? It’s the best sleep Jacob has in months.

Until it’s about 4 a.m. and Jacob wakes up violently because this time the scene in his dream changed. This time he and Abe are in Abaton. He doesn’t know it’s Abaton, of course, and though the events of the dream have change, this one feels worse some how. Now he’s missing his grandfather and this place that he doesn’t even know what it is. He feels weirdly protective of it.

Dr. Golan Really doesn’t like Ricky. It’s significantly harder to manipulate Jacob if Ricky’s there to call bullshit. It’s still pretty easy to get Jacob to go to Cairnholm though. Even Ricky doesn’t call him a quack over it. Only tells Jacob to send him a post card of the only place on earth that’s more of a nowhere than Englewood, Florida.

Jacob does have some apprehension over being separated from Ricky, but he figures it’ll be okay since there will be a phone at their hotel.

They do spend a lot little more together than usual in the weeks leading up to Cairnholm. It worries both of them that they’ll be more than a 20 minute drive from the other. Jacob’s more obvious about it, Ricky (poorly) pretends it won’t bother him that much.

Jacob does bring one of his dads less favoured cameras with him, to take pictures.

His dad does try to insist that Jacob spends some time with him to look at birds. It’s funny, they keep seeing this one peregrine hanging around. Some times she, Frank says it’s a she, flies over them. She doesn’t seem too interested in hunting. Some times she disappears for a little while, but she comes back most of the time, unless it’s later in the day.

Kev and Martin are dating. I know it says in the book that Kev has a wife but no he doesn’t ❤️. Kev and Martin are dating and in love and very little will convince me otherwise. Everyone on Cairnholm is completely chill with it. They have dinner with Martins uncle on Wednesdays. Kev tried to take Martin fishing once and it went terrible but it was fun.

Jacob meets Martin on the first day, at the Priest Hole. He’s done at the museum for the day and is getting a drink with his sister and working on his poetry. He and his sister are harassing Kev while he’s on the job. They meet because Martins sister, Amelia, sees Frank and Jacob lugging more than they can carry up the stairs and makes Martin come with her to help.

Amelia is one of the very, very few ocs you’ll see in here, I’m not here to add a bunch of people. She’s here because I don’t want Martin to be lonely, as a plot device to make things move forward, and because I think we should have more women. Yes MPHFPC already has a good amount of active women characters, yes I want more.

They start talking because both Martin and Amelia are huge nerds who would be excited about bird watching. When Martin mentions the museum, Jacob gets interested, as before he thinks it will help him unravel his grandfathers riddle. That’s it for now, but I will try to update again soon, though it probably won’t be as long. if any of you have any ideas or opinions to add, I’d love to hear them!

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stevie-wicks · 3 years

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red, black and blue

She’d taken the photo in some empty parking lot in downtown LA, sunlight two years younger glinting off the hood of the Camaro. Billy’s moustache was still a couple of stray gold whiskers on his upper lip; his hair just past the tips of his unpierced ears. A different Billy to the one Hawkins had seen, but post-California Billy hadn’t had much time for Max’s amateur attempts at photography. Or for Max, in general.

“It’s a good photo.”

Jonathan Byers was not a formal wear kind of guy. He looked stiff and uncomfortable in his ugly suit- or maybe that was just an extension of how he was feeling. How they all were.

Max wrapped her hands around her elbows, suddenly regretting resisting her mother’s attempts to usher her into a jacket. “Thanks. I know he looks- different.”

Jonathan looked for a moment like he might offer her his ugly coat; then he probably remembered the uglier shirt he wore underneath. “He looks happier.”

“He was.” Max dug her nails into her skin. “He hated it here.”

Jonathan shoved his hands into his pockets. “Listen, Max; I know it’s not- it’s not really the same, but when I- when I thought Will was gone, I-” He swallowed. “Will is my best friend. I know that sounds really lame, but I just thought that. Maybe you’d feel better, or, I dunno. I know what it’s like.”

He was trying so hard. Max almost felt bad for him. “I don’t think you do.”

She’d wanted to sit next to Lucas, but her mom hadn’t. Some murmured nonsense about Neil not liking it; some louder nonsense about how they were a family and that now, more than ever, they had to stay together.

El became the compromise.

Not that Neil was gung-ho about El, either; not with the oversized flannel and suspenders she’d refused to change out of. Light blue eyes bore a hole into the side of Max’s head as she shuffled into the pew next to El. They weren’t the same shade of blue as Billy’s; he’d had more green to his, more like Max’s own. Neil’s were like ice chips.

A bony hand reached over, and Max looked up at Joyce Byers’s warm brown instead. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she whispered.

Stupidly, Max said, “He owed you a plate.”

El stirred. “I owe him my life,” she said quietly.

The last funeral Max had been to had been for some distant Mayfield relative. She’d been six and she’d cried all the way to Glendale because she was missing Jabberjaw. Then Dad bought her an ice cream and she’d forgotten all about Jabberjaw. She fell asleep halfway through the service, and they got home in time for Speed Buggy.

Billy’s service took half as long and felt an eternity longer.

Mom had offered to do a eulogy. She’d brought it up over breakfast, nervous eyes darting between Max and Neil, as if either of them would put up a fight. She tottered to her feet now, shuffling awkwardly to the front, in a dress a few laundry cycles short of being grey. For a fleeting moment, Max wished she had put up a fight. Billy would’ve died-

Max bit her cheek hard enough to taste copper.

Mom cleared her throat. “Billy and I didn’t know each other for very long, but I wish we had. He was a wonderful young man.” She dabbed at her eyes with a ratty handkerchief.

Max sank back into her seat. Maybe it was for the best; she could never lie about Billy the way her mom did. Not when all she could think of was the blood- God, so much blood, his blood- his last scream torn out of his chest by misshapen claws- apologies on a dying breath-

She stood up. Mom paused midway between some crap about Billy’s ‘respect and responsibility’.

“Maxine,” Mom said, mortified.

“I have to go.” She tore outside, knuckling her burning eyes.

The breeze nipped at her skin. She leaned against the wall, rubbing her hands up her arms. It was mid-July, for Pete’s sake.

She should’ve worn the stupid jacket.

She wiped at her face roughly. When her vision cleared, Lucas stood in front of her.

“Your mom’s done talking, if you wanna head back inside.” He kicked at a pebble.

Max kicked it back. It skittered away, just out of Lucas’s reach. “Not really.”

He squared his shoulders. “Mind if I join you, then?”

She shrugged. He hesitated for a moment before sidling up next to her, arms barely brushing.

“Steve’s giving his speech now.”

Max’s eyebrows reached her scalp.

“For the basketball team,” Lucas clarified, then added, a little awkwardly, “None of the other guys showed up.”

It shouldn’t hurt, but. “Yeah, well. Didn’t think Steve would, either. He hated Billy’s guts.” She dug her heels into the gravel. “You all did.”

Lucas fell quiet. “I didn’t hate him.”

Max snorted. “’Cause you’re not supposed to hold grudges over people who are-” She blinked back a fresh wave of tears. God, Maxine; you’re such a goddamn girl, Billy would’ve said. “You should. He was awful to you.”

“I didn’t hate him,” he repeated. “I mean, he scared the shit out of me, sure. But still. He was your brother.”

“That’s not an excuse. And he was my step-”

“He was your brother.” Lucas had turned on his side, fully facing her now. “And I know you lo- cared about him. And I’m trying to tell you that it’s okay to cry.”

Her eyes welled with tears. She hadn’t allowed herself to; not since Starcourt, not since she’d read the twenty-eight other names in the paper, not since she’d come home in an ambulance and her brother in a casket and Neil locked up Billy’s room and tore down everything else that had belonged to his son and threw it all in the trash like he’d been waiting to get rid of it-

Lucas held out an arm. Max buried her face in his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt and turning it translucent with her tears.

She cried long enough for her tear ducts to run dry, and then stood sniffling into the wet shirt. She was probably making it all gross with her snot, but she didn’t let herself get too torn up about it. The Sinclairs could afford a washing machine.

“Maxine.”

Max went rigid. Lucas, unbothered and oblivious, kept his arms around her. “Hey, Mr. Hargrove.”

She turned around slowly, just in time to catch the flicker of revulsion that passed over Neil’s face. “And who are you, boy?”

There was a painful pause. Max’s nails carved crescents into her palms.

“Lucas Sinclair, sir,” Lucas said at last.

Neil’s eyes were glacial. Max barely suppressed a shiver when they trained on her. “Maxine; something you learn when you grow older that there are a certain type of people in this world that you stay away from. And this boy?” Neil cut his gaze to Lucas. “This boy is one of them.”

Max reeled back. “I-”

“You stay away from my daughter, Sinclair; do you hear me?” Neil hadn’t raised his voice once since he’d started speaking. To any passers-by, this would look like a normal conversation. “Stay away.”

He didn’t wait for Lucas to respond, tugging Max away with a harsh grip on her wrist. She didn’t dare to turn around.

“I don’t want you anywhere near that boy, Maxine.” His hold loosened the closer they got to the car- Neil’s car, a respectable Ford sedan. She didn’t dare tug her hand free, either. “I hope you learn your lesson with this. Billy didn’t; not at first. I’m afraid I had to use more- forceful- methods with him. I trust I won’t have to do the same with you.”

Max turned to Neil despite herself. It was the first time he’d said Billy’s name since the Fourth of July.

His eyes gave nothing away. “Do I make myself clear?” His fingers tightened again.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Good.” Neil’s smile was a mirror of Billy’s; shark-like and vicious, moments away from tearing into your throat. “It’s about time you got some new friends, too. Girls your age shouldn’t be hanging around with boys too much.”

“El’s a girl,” Max told her shoes.

Neil scoffed. “Really? Did she show you proof?”

What happened to you, Mad Max? Billy would’ve asked. You’re not going to stand up for your little hick friends?

Or maybe-

I had to use more forceful methods with him - the bruises she’d see on Billy while his own knuckles remained unscathed- Mom whisking her away on impromptu shopping trips whenever Neil and Billy raised their voices- forceful methods -

- maybe he would understand.

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Billy’s life couldn’t have fit into a garbage bag.

Max hadn’t gone into his room since she’d gone with El, but he had to have more than what Neil had thrown out onto the sidewalk. Outside the four walls of his room, it was like Billy hadn’t even existed.

She slipped out of bed in the quiet.

Billy had taught her how to pick a lock, back in California. “Use a hairpin, or somethin’- you got one of those?”

She unfurled her fingers. The hairpin was damp with sweat. She wiped it on her t-shirt, and slid it into the keyhole.

“Keep your big ears close to the door; you won’t hear squat that far away.”

She held her breath, pressing her ear to the cool wood.

“Wait for the sound- there, you hear that? That’s how you know the tumblers are in place.”

The door swung open with a soft click.

Max half expected to be assaulted by cigarette smoke and hair metal. But it had been almost a week, and all that Billy had left behind were stale air and silence.

She flicked on the flashlight. The blinds were drawn, the bed unmade, half his closet on the floor. Air the room out, and you could pretend he’d walk right in.

His schoolbooks balanced an ashtray; the desk was not for studying. Instead, he’d cluttered it with beer cans and tapes and a tree’s worth of loose-leaf.

She padded over and sat down in his chair, trying to imagine him hunched over the desk, scribbling on page after page in messy letters. Billy’s handwriting was just as angry as he was.

Her eyes flickered over song lyrics- snippets from the racket she’d been forced to sit through every weekday morning and afternoon. Somehow, silent car rides had lost their appeal.

Strange little doodles decorated the margins- band logos and cars and anatomically inaccurate depictions of women. “Gross,” Max said aloud, pushing the papers away with a theatric shudder.

The tabletop had not been exempted from Billy’s artistry; Max shone the flashlight on more band logos and cuss words and names engraved into the wood. Here there was a crude AC/DC logo, the lightning slash extending down to form the ‘t’ in ‘TWAT’. There was a ‘María’ right next to that, the accent mark angled in the wrong direction. Max remembered her; she’d gone out with Billy for all of sophomore year- the longest Max had ever seen him go out with one girl. She’d taught Max how to do makeup.

A few paces away was Tina- the prettiest girl in Hawkins High, everyone agreed- Laurie was a slut, but she’d complimented Max on her hair- and then Karen. Max traced the ‘K’; she didn’t know any Karens who went to Hawkins High- but then again, she barely knew all the kids in the middle school. There could be a pretty blonde cheerleader somewhere, talking to her friends over the phone. “Yeah, I went out with him a couple of times,” Max imagined her saying. She’d twirl a strand of hair around her finger, lips pulled down in a pout. “And now he’s dead. Spooky.”

She knuckled her eyes. The beam of the flashlight caught on the letter S.

She held the flashlight up, frowning at the name that made itself obvious. Stevie- except the ‘i’ was jammed haphazardly between the ‘v’ and the ‘e’, like it had been an afterthought.

She stared at it until the light flickered overhead.

“Shit!”

Max dropped the flashlight, head snapping back to the door. It hung ajar, just as she’d left it. Heart in her throat, she inched towards the doorway.

The hallway light flicked on.

Max held the flashlight close to her chest, knuckles bone-white and stark. She stepped outside, and the light turned on in the living room.

When she stood in the doorway, staring out at the lifeless room, the telephone started to ring.

Her feet felt heavy as cinderblocks. She plucked the receiver from its cradle, bringing it to her ear with shaking hands.

From the other side, someone breathed heavily.

Max pressed the phone closer, hard enough to hurt. “Billy?”

A crackle of static. Some peculiar noise.

Apologies on a dying breath.

Then, “Max.”

ao3

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scorsoneamelia · 3 years

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HIIII!! i wrote something fun and cute about amelia bringing scout to work with her :)))

It was only two days, three nights without Link but according to Scout he has been gone foooorever. Scout says it’s been years since he’s seen his father, even though it has been two days and he even saw Link over Facetime the day before. He had to fly out of Seattle for a surgery because the patient wasn’t stable enough to travel to the orthopaedic surgeon, so Link had to go to them. Scout was upset, saying he hadn’t seen daddy in a very long time and that he missed him, so Amelia let Scout share the bed with her that night.

She was woken up from the morning sunrise rays creeping through a space in the closed curtains, the little bit of sunlight managing to light up the bedroom. There was a soft breathing beside her and it was Scout, in the middle of the bed and curled into her side as if he didn’t have any room on the other side of the bed. The corner of the blanket was only covering his legs, the rest of his body uncovered and he was laying on his back. One of his arms was laid across his belly, and the other was laying flat above his head and his shirt was slightly bunched up, revealing his belly button.

He looked so calm and peaceful, and his sandy brown hair was messy, pieces of it falling in front of his closed eyes. The day before, Scout refused to go to school because he didn’t want to, and his excuse would be because daddy wasn’t here, and that was all he would say when Amelia would ask why. It took her to promise him that he could join her at work for the day if it meant he would go to school, so today, as she promised, it was bring your kid to work day.

“Angel,” Amelia whispered softly, sitting up from the bed and sitting up, her back against the head board. “Scout.” She said a bit louder this time, a free hand brushing through his hair.

His long eyes lashes revealed his deep blue eyes, matching Amelia’s, (she likes to think he has her eye color, even though Link would disagree saying they both had blue eyes) and he was letting out a huff, before stretching his body out. “Good morning, angel.” She saw Link in him so much, and no matter how many people said they saw her in him as well, all she could see was a mini Link and it made her heart flutter everytime.

“As I promised, you’ll be coming to work with me today,” she said, the corners of her lips curling into a soft smile. “But we have to get ready.”

There was excitement all of his face and it was like he forgot why he was so sad the previous night, because he was already jumping—-literally jumping out of bed. He squealed out a yay and was already running to his bedroom to try and find himself some clothes, even though Amelia knew she’d soon have to go and help him because the clothes he’d be pick would be awful.

After the two of them finished getting ready for their day, they both stood facing the mirror and Scout was standing on a stool because otherwise he would have barely reached the sink. (His height is definitely from her.) Scout pulled out his own toothbrush and mirrored his mom, the two of them brushing their teeth and Scout was messy, but at least he was doing it. There was toothpaste all over his face and it was running down his hands and he wasn’t exactly clean when he was spitting it into the sink. He made sure to match his mom, brushing his teeth for the same amount of time as she did before they had to leave.

She gave him the run down on the way to work, saying he had to be on his best behaviour because she was working and that sometimes her job can be busy. She’s never had an issue with Scout misbehaving but sometimes, his energy, especially when he’s excited, can be high and around patients she needed him to know that he had to be good.

She didn’t have any surgeries scheduled today, she made sure that her day was light, a couple consults and follow-up on post-ops. Scout was going to be her lefthand, assisting her whenever she needed, or at least she was going to let him think he was helping her.

He wore a white coat, Link’s to be specific, and he was drowning in it. It came down past his knees and the sleeves were longer than his own arms but Scout insisted he continued to wear it because it was his dad’s.

He came with her on rounds, and she allowed him to carry around the tablet, it being too big for him to carry with one hand. They were stopped in between patients because nurses and other doctors would stop them, introducing themselves and because some would just squeal and talk about how cute he was.

There was a consult in the pit that she got paged to, and she brought him along. He was no longer carrying the tablet, instead he put both hands in the front coat (very large) pockets because his mom had her hands in her coat pockets and he wanted to be like her.

“What do we got?” Amelia asked, pulling the curtain open to reveal a patient on the table, a few scratches and bruises covering his body and Meredith was there, giving a consult as well.

“MVC,” Meredith started, pulling her blue gloves off of her hands. “Has a head lac.” Turning around, she bent down to get eye level with Scout before he was giggling and throwing his arms around her neck.

“Auntie Mer!” He was yelling now, excitement flooding his face. Amelia was examining the patient, using her flashlight to check his pupils.

“It just looks like a mild concussion, but order a head CT to rule out any bleeding, just in case.” She told the nurse, her hand was put back into her pocket along with her small flashlight.

“Dr. Shepherd-Lincoln,” Meredith nodded, a smile pulling at her face because the look of her nephew in an oversized white coat was too cute. Meredith could see Link in him, as well, but he had some of Amelia’s qualities.

“He looks so much like Link,” Meredith commented before she stood up, facing Amelia. “He’s got your smile though.”

Scout went to stand next to his mom, matching her posture, (trying to) with arms crossed over his chest, just like she was. Amelia looked down at him while Scout was looking between the two, happiness radiating from him. “He’s definitely going to be a heartbreaker.” Amelia joked, causing a chuckle to come from Meredith.

“Mommy let me come to work with her today, instead of school!” He was cheering, his smile reaching his eyes.

“Well, I think you’re going to have a lot of fun here!” Meredith replied, her smile was warm and her eyes met Amelia’s. They were both thinking the same thing; if only Derek were here to see this.

After they shared their goodbyes, they were leaving the emergency room and making their way to the attendings lounge, because she needed a coffee. Upon entering, Scout was talking about her job as if he was a doctor, saying that he was the best worker in the whole building, better than her, too. In the attendings lounge they were met up with Bailey, Webber and Jo, who squealed and immediately stood from her seat.

“Oh ..my ...god,” Jo said, pulling out her phone to take a picture. “He’s a mini Link!” Bailey and Webber adverted their eyes from each other, to look over at Scout who was smiling for the camera, the smile taking over his face and one arm of the jacket falling off of his shoulder.

Pouring herself a coffee, she also grabbed one of the doughnuts that were provided and handed it to Scout, who looked like he had just won the lottery. “Someone is one lucky guy.” Bailey spoke up, walking over to the three of them. “I’m Miranda—Dr. Bailey.” She held her hand out as a casual greeting, as Scout’s small hand grabbed her and they were shaking hands.

“I’m Scout!” He introduced himself, as if nobody in the building knew him. “Dr. Shepherd-Lincoln!!”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dr. Shepherd-Lincoln.” Bailey was laughing, Scout gently shaking her hand. He was making his way around the room, going up to each person to show them the flashlight he borrowed from Amelia, and showing off his jacket.

She was watching him in awe, he was perfect. She never imagined her life with kids, but now she can’t imagine her life without him. It was crazy to her that it was possible for her— anyone, to love someone this much. Sometimes she could feel all of her love in her entire body, she just wanted to hug him so tightly and never let him go. He is her entire world.

“Alright, well,” Amelia was heading towards the door. “We’ve got work to do.”

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It was her lunch break, Link made sure to call at least twice today because he wanted to talk to Scout and he wanted to remind Amelia that he loved her. The two of them had rounded on her post-up patients, Scout putting a smile on all of her patients faces. For most of her patients, Scout would try and repeat whatever his mom was telling them although he failed because he couldn’t pronounce half of the words; nor did he understand. Amelia ended up finding a second flashlight and she let Scout hold onto it, shining it into peoples eyes at the same time she did it, pretending he knew what he was looking for.

At the table sat her and Scout, as well as Meredith and Maggie. Scout was telling Maggie about her day, and the sleeve of the jacket was getting into the ketchup and fries that was on his plate, and she’ll made a mental note to wash it before Link saw it. “Baby, let’s take Daddy’s jacket off before it gets dirty.” She was reaching over now, pulling the jacket off of both of his arms and placed it in her lap where it will be safe.

Link called just before he had gone into surgery, mentioning that Jo had sent him the photos of Scout earlier and he made sure to tell Scout that the jacket looked better on him than it did on himself. So now, Scout was telling everyone that the jacket was no longer Link’s but that it was his. He told Maggie about how he looked into everyone’s eyes and how he helped her treat a patient (even though he didn’t), and he also told her that he was the best doctor in the whole entire world.

Before she had a chance to finish her lunch, her pager was going off and she was being paged to a surgery, her now light day not being so light. “I’m being paged to OR 3,” she was standing from her chair. “Okay, Scout, you’re going to have to stay with Aunt Maggie just for a bit because I’m needed somewhere and you can’t come with me.” She was glancing over at Maggie now. “That’s okay, right?

“Perfectly fine.” Maggie nodded and she was kissing Scout before she left, making her way to the OR. Scout continued talking about his day with Meredith and Maggie, completely forgetting about the french fries and hot dog that he begged Amelia for.

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olivinesea · 3 years

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If you’re still in need of a distraction for your car ride:

Which three songs would be on on road trip mixtape for Hotch and which on a mix tape for Penelope?

What are the three US landmarks that Hotch would want to show Jack and why?

The team (member constellation of your choice) has to take a suv to get to the remote crime scene. The car breaks down, it’s already getting dark. Who keeps cool, who panics, who knows nothing about cars and is useless but brought water and snacks, who tries to repair the car and succeeds and who holds the torch so the one doing the repairs can see what they’re doing?

So many fun ideas! Here we go, in reverse order.

3. SUV breaks down. I’m gonna try a little blurb for this. Also, please note my satisfaction at being able to translate “torch” to “flashlight.”

Emily sat on the fence, despite the clear risk of collapse or splinters. She was happily throwing sunflower seeds at Hotch’s head. They got caught in his hair while he bent over the engine, trying to decipher what was going on. Morgan, holding the flashlight, suppressed his laughter with a grimace when Hotch looked up for the fifth time, glaring at Emily but not giving her the satisfaction of grumbling at her. He wouldn’t crack that easily. Emily stuck her tongue out at him and he huffed, looking back at the disaster that was the car’s insides. Morgan snorted and Hotch glared at him too. Morgan held up both his hands, feigning innocence. The flashlight beam swung away from the work area.

“Hey man, it’s all her. You know how she gets.”

“Just keep the light on this will you?” Hotch scowled, returning to his task.

Meanwhile, Spencer was quietly freaking out, trying and failing to stay calm. He had been calculating how much water they had versus how many people they were and the potential temperature fluctuations and how that was going to affect their hydration needs. The numbers were not adding up in their favor. He twisted a lock of hair between his fingers, coiling and uncoiling it as he chewed on his lip, debating when to bring the issue up.

His thoughts were sound so tightly that a low rumbling sound from the front seat made him jump, yelping that some animal had come for them.

“Relax, my friend.”

Penelope’s hand squeezed his arm, her brightly colored nails reflecting the last bits of sunlight. “It’s just Rossi.”

Spencer looked and sure enough, Rossi was passed out in the passenger’s seat, mouth ever so slightly open.

“I—I knew that,” Spencer looked down at the ground. He noted with displeasure that the shadows had fallen thickly enough to wash out the colors of their shoes, everything becoming a muted blue-grey.

“Come on,” she said, tugging his arm gently. “I’ve got snacks.”

Back at the car she pulled a chocolate chip granola bar out of her purse. She handed it to him then used her phone light to dig around deeper while he crunched.

“Aha! Here you go.”

“What is it?” Spencer rolled the wooden object around in his hand. It was a cube about the size of his palm.

“It’s a puzzle box,” Penelope sounded pleased.

“A what?” Spencer was perplexed. How was this going to help them at all?

“I can’t get it open. I’ve been trying for weeks now. Will you try? There’s supposed to be something cool inside.”

“I guess...” but Spencer was already engrossed in the task, feeling the edges with his fingertips, trying to find a piece with more give than the rest.

Penelope smiled to herself, going back into her bag for more snacks to offer the others. As she walked around the front of the car, JJ appeared walking from the opposite direction, hood pulled up.

“Good news everyone,” she called, still a little far away. They all looked up at her. “Managed to get service up the hill, a tow truck will be here in a bit.”

There was a collective sigh of relief from everyone. Everyone except Emily who muttered darkly to herself.

“Fuck.”

“What’s that now?” Derek asked.

“I was just finalizing my list.” She smiled at them, her teeth just visible in the low light.

“What—“

“No, don’t ask her,” Hotch cut off Penelope’s question. “I am sure I do not want to know.”

“Suit yourself,” Emily said sweetly, hopping off the fence and going to Penelope. “Got any Red Vines?”

2. US Landmarks: ok I don’t know shit about the east coast where I’m sure there are many important landmarks that they could easily visit but let’s pretend they travel west for some reason? Also I’m an outdoor nut so that’s the kind of list you’re going to get. I’m sure there’s very nice inside places he would go too, but not this trip.

Arches National Park/Moab - why? There are fossilized dinosaur tracks nearby and what kid doesn’t love dinosaurs?? You can straight up put your hand inside some of them. It’s incredible. Also the rock formations are INSANE and very cool. Hotch can talk about rock nerd stuff which he obviously cares about bc I do.

Olympic National Park - rainforest, in the Pacific Northwest, glaciers, alpine lakes, this place looks so fucking beautiful. I want to go so Hotch wants to go. They talk about ecology and the importance of taking care of the environment. Kid stuff.

The giant metal bean in Chicago. It is odd and Hotch is odd. Also I feel like there’s some lesson there about creativity and following your dreams and maybe also engineering? Plus they’d get very cute pictures to send back to the team.

1. Road trip playlist pics

Hotch is a dad rocker through and through. That is his sound and he is a big nerd so he would definitely pick traveling themed lyrics.

I’m A Ramblin Man - Waylon Jennings

Proud Mary - CCR

Mr. Blue Sky - ELO

Penelope is high energy girl pop for sure. She is having a great time, singing along, probably eating sour gummy worms bc those are delicious.

Wannabe - Spice Girls

One, Two Step - Ciara & Missy Elliott

Glamorous - Fergie

Send me requests!

#thank you!!

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omniuravity · 3 years

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Warnings DARK CONTENT: Contains minor and some major spoilers for American Horror Story: Murder House,attempted suicide, language, smoking, implied sex, murder, blood, drug abuse, mentions of social (specifically school related) violence, horror, hostage situations, manipulation, infidelity, pregnancy, miscarriage, and grief...lots of it

A/n: This is the first fic I have written in 4 years, and I know it's not the best, but I worked really hard and I hope you guys enjoy this. This also takes place after the events of the first season of American Horror Story.

"If you're trying to kill yourself, cut vertically. They can't stitch that up." he said making you jump a little. "How the hell did you get in here?" you ask slightly frightened as your blood dripped down your arm. "Another tip, if you're trying to kill yourself, you might also try locking the door." he said with a slight smirk on his face.

Recently you moved into a house that was home to a lot of murders, hence the house has been dubbed, the "Murder House." Your father was a psychiatrist, and your mother, was a stay at home mom. Your father worked at home, so he could stay close to the family after his infidelity, and your mother's miscarriage. It was strangely similar to the story of the Harmon family, the last family that lived and died in the house before you. You recently started school at Westfield High where you were bullied for simply being the new kid, as well as the fact that you smoked. All of the overwhelming grief caused you to have suicidal thoughts about it all. Then he started showing up. The boy who frightened you had messy indigo hair, and tired purple eyes, as well as a smug expression on his face.

"How did you get into the house?" you asked covering up your arms with your sweater, still a little spooked by the strange boy. "I was in a therapy session with your father, and I decided to wander a bit. You know this used to be my room, before I moved." he said with a slight grin. "That's pretty cool I guess." you say hesitant to trust him. You had heard rumors that every person who lived in this house died in this house except for an old woman named Constance, who died a while back, and Vivien Harmon's son, Michael who had disappeared. However, you didn't believe in ghosts or spirits of any sort.

"I'm Hitoshi." he said introducing himself. You could tell he was trying to make a good impression, "Y/n." you said softly introducing yourself. You quickly came to realize there was something special about this boy, something you couldn't quite explain. He smiled before hearing some rattling upstairs, "I've got to go." he said. You turned away from the mirror to say goodbye, then he was gone.

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"I fucking hate school so much!" you yelled in anguish. You just got home from a huge fight at school, because of a girl teasing you for smoking and being the new kid. "If you're having issues with a bully just kill her." Shinsou said nonchalantly. You looked at him in disbelief, "Are you insane? I can't kill someone." you said. "Then just scare her. Get her to come here and go to the basement, then we can scare her." he said with a smirk.

You look at him again this time with confusion, "And how do you expect me to do that genius?" you ask. He chuckled a little, "You underestimate me, Y/n. Does she do drugs or something?" he asked. You remember her saying something about doing coke. "I think she does coke, but I don't do drugs, so I don't have any here." you say. "Don't worry, you don't need to have it. That's just how you get her here and into the basement. Then I'll take over from there." he said holding your hand, comforting you in a way.

You approached the girl who hurt you the next day, and told her that you had coke for her, and surprisingly after school she came over to get it.

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"Well where are they?" she asked walking down to the basement with you. "I have to keep it down here, you know, so my parents don't find it." you said trying to keep a straight face. When the two of you get down there you see Shinsou in a rocking chair, "Why, hello." he said with a smirk, then all of the sudden the lights went out and he was gone. There were a lot of flashing lights and screaming going on, but you couldn't make out what you saw exactly what you saw in the darkness until it came at you. It was a small pale white creature with sharp teeth, and claws. The girl was on the floor crying in her own blood, though she definitely wasn't dead. Shinsou grabbed you and yelled, "Go away!" at the creature until it was gone and the lights were back on, then Shinsou was gone as well.

The girl quickly got up clutching her cheek, which had deep claw marks in it, "You fucking freak!" she cried as she ran out of the house. When she was gone Shinsou came up behind you who was also spooked from the thing you saw, "Hey, are you okay." he said trying to calm you down. You turned to him, "What the hell was that thing?" you asked. He looked at you confused, "What do you mean y/n? That was just me." he said pretending like he didn't see the creature. You backed away out of his arms, "Don't play with me, what was that thing?" you asked. He held you, "I don't know what you're talking about." he said before taking you back upstairs convincing you that you saw nothing that night.

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Soon Halloween rolled around, and you were ready for your date with Shinsou, despite your father's instant disapproval of his patient dating his only daughter. You got yourself ready for your Halloween date and went out the door with Shinsou. The two of you walked to the beach, and picked out a spot where you could see hundreds of stars, "I used to come here to get away from it all." he said holding your hand, "My mom was constantly cheating on my dad, and my dad was cheating on my mom. One day he just up and left, and it was just me and my mom." he said. You looked at him, over the past couple of months you had grown to fall for him. You cautiously leaned into him and kissed his lips. He was so gentle, and his lips were so soft that you could to this forever. You moved your hand to his crotch, "I wanna do it, please." you said softly. He froze, he knew what would happen if he continued, but he did it anyway. He moved himself on top of you, "Okay."

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He huffed as he pulled out of you, and laid on his back for a moment letting his mind process what the two of you did. You smile at him, "I love you Shinsou." you say softly. He smiled and looked at you, "I love you too, y/n." he said before getting his clothes back on and taking you home.

During the walk back you looked at him, "It was your first time wasn't it?" you asked. He looked at you, "As much as I would like to say yes, it wasn't my first. You?" he asked, and you nodded. He sighed, "Sorry." he said. You looked at him again, "Don't be, I'm glad you were my first." you said.

You got back home and most of the lights were out so you assumed your parents were asleep. He held your hands, "Y/n I want to show you something." he said gently. You nod, "Of course you can show me." you say trusting him. He took you inside into a small crawlspace in the basement. You both soon arrived to an area with a large drop. He shined the flashlight into the hole to reveal something truly horrifying, your dead mangled corpse. You scream loudly and pass out.

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pricemarshfield · 3 years

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i dig you

A fluffy, angsty Amberprice fic. Chapter 2/2. Read the chapter on AO3 here, or the full fic here.

It's hard to drive with only one hand, especially a truck as big and old and clunky as this one, but Rachel doesn't plan on letting go of Chloe's hand for anything short of divine fucking intervention right now. Right now, Chloe's happy--definitely still drunk, which means definitely still a little volatile, a little quick to anger, but smiling right now, looking out the window like Arcadia Bay's not such a terrible thing to look at, here on the way out.

Out. God, it feels like the whole world's opening up, and that's exciting, that's wonderful, unless Rachel missteps and it'll just expand until they're nothing, just someone on the side of the road.

But that's not important. She's not gonna think like that right now. She can get into a big crazy anxiety freak-out in her own head, later, once Chloe's fallen asleep. For now, she squeezes her hand again. Chloe squeezes back immediately.

The drive to her house takes awhile longer than the drive from Blackwell to Chloe's place. Chloe lives on the--not the bad side of town, because she's through falling for her dad's smug, self-assured way of seeing the world, but definitely the...less wealthy one. It's not something Rachel likes to think about, especially not once Chloe had confessed to giving away a couple hundred they could've used to get out of here so that her mom wouldn't have to pawn her wedding ring, something Rachel had gotten angry about for a minute, something that had led to a full-on screaming fight in the junkyard.

Rachel had basically had to grovel for forgiveness. It's one of the times she's had to that she thinks was actually justified.

You can see the difference between their two parts of town as Rachel drives. She crosses one intersection, and the houses stand taller, colors brighter, more uniform, no chipped paint or cracked windows in sight.

There's also plenty of campaign signs scattered about here, her dad's annoying face peppered everywhere. Chloe must catch Rachel's face, because she leans in conspiratorially, like someone else is here that could hear them, and says, "If I were driving, I'd run it over."

Rachel laughs, startled out of her confusing mood, and says, "Keep an eye out for one that isn't above a curb. I don't think your truck could take it."

"My truck can take anything," Chloe says, then snickers at it. "Take anything, that's what she said."

"You dork," Rachel says. They're getting close to her house, now, and the houses are all second-story, all have wide, pretty lawns with flowers, all have stained-glass windows. She'd used to love those, especially the ones in her house. They're not there anymore. She'd gotten drunk and angry and didn't have Chloe's lighter that time, so she took her anger out by throwing a rock through the glass in the front of the house.

It shattered really, really satisfyingly, but now, when she pulls up, there's just a single pane of glass, tinted so that no one can see through. She'd lied and said she was looking for the spare key and just dropped the rock and it had fallen just in the wrong way, that she wasn't fucking drunk, God, why does James have to be so fucking paranoid?

Neither of them had believed her. Rose pretended to, at least.

Rachel has the art of sneaking into her or Chloe's house down to a science, and Chloe's muscle memory makes up for her being drunk, and they're up the stairs and in Rachel's room without making a creak or anything. She taps her hand against Chloe's in a silent high-five, back to excited. Chloe's all bright eyes and excitement, grabbing a duffel bag that's been underneath Rachel's bed for "when they're ready" for almost a year now and shoving random things in there.

"Chloe, c'mon, I don't need all that crap," Rachel says, kneeling down next to her. "I mean, this is--my Theater 1 textbook, are you trying to tell me something about my acting skills, Price?"

Chloe giggles, a sound she doesn't think she's heard ever, and Rachel can't help but beam at her. This, this is what it should be, this is what she wants! She wants Chloe to keep looking at her like that, happy and ready to take on the world and at Rachel's side forever. "No! You know I think you're--I mean, you're good at acting, you know that."

"I do," Rachel says, and risks a quick kiss to Chloe's cheek, because she can't not kiss her. Chloe actually puts a hand to her face, which is just about the sweetest thing, even if it makes Rachel feel bad about the fact that Chloe's so taken aback by it. "Want to help me pick what clothes to bring?"

Chloe sighs, but she's still smiling. "Sure. But we're not doing full fashion show, I want to be out of here before sun-up."

They have, like, six hours before sunrise, but Rachel doesn't actually want to do a fashion show, either. It's just--something, Chloe picking what she'll wear. Rachel's closet isn't that big, but she's packed so many clothes in there that a few fall over onto the floor when she opens the door. The first shirt she pulls out is Firewalk, which she shoves in the duffel bag right away.

"Aw, sentimental," Chloe teases, poking her cheek. Rachel bats her hand away. The next shirts are all boring, discarded without a conversation. Next is her costume for one of her first plays. It doesn't fit her, and it makes no sense to bring it, but she holds onto it for a long moment anyway, the bright red and completely historically inaccurate dress that she wore the first time she stood in front of a crowd and knew they were all watching her.

"You wanna do cosplay?" Chloe asks, voice gentler than the words would imply, and Rachel puts it firmly in the do not bring pile.

"We'll get it back when we get a place," Rachel says, and Chloe nods. "I'll ask them not to touch any of my stuff."

"That'll just make them think you're coming back," Chloe says, voice dull.

Rachel shrugs. "Not my fault what they assume."

That fixes it; Chloe's back to smiling. She vetoes one shirt, approves most of the rest, and then the bag's half-full and Rachel realizes that she's got so many other things to get through. Her tarot decks take up room, and then her flashlight is huge, but they can carry that one, and Chloe's face goes bright pink when she makes a beeline for it, so.

The bag fills up fast, and Rachel's left thinking...she wants more. They have a whole truck, they can fit a second bag, right? But deciding what to bring: she wants her bullet journal, she wants her pipes, not just the weed left in a little baggie, she wants she wants she wants.

"I know that look on your face," Chloe says, and it comes out bitter and mean, and Rachel's already prepping to defend herself. "You're chickening out?"

"I don't want to leave all this behind," she says, and sounds very young and very stupid.

"It's just--stuff! Who gives a shit!" Chloe says, loud enough that Rachel instinctively shushes her, which just pisses off Chloe more, even though she quiets down. "I knew you'd do this. I can't believe I got my fucking hopes up, you want to leave me, not Arcadia Bay, where are my goddamn keys--"

"Chloe, no," Rachel says, because Chloe is still drunk enough that Rachel can picture her in some fiery wreck of a fucked-up cycle that Rachel would never forgive herself for. "Chloe, come on, we just need to plan more, I still want to leave Arcadia Bay with you--"

"Fucking Bigfootville, I hate this fucking place, and I hate--"

Rachel doesn't want to hear another rant about this place, doesn't want Chloe to be pissed at her, really doesn't want her behind the wheel, and she just wants Chloe to be happy like she was not twenty fucking minutes ago, so she does the only thing she can think of, and kisses her.

Chloe doesn't step back, leans right into it, hungry for the kiss in a way that has Rachel's toes curling, a little. This isn't anything like Frank; it's better and sweeter and feels like something she could do forever. Minutes later, or maybe hours, Rachel eventually pulls back. Chloe's not smiling like she was earlier, but there's a raw hope on her face that's so much better, that hurts so much worse.

"Oh," Chloe says.

"Of course I wanna leave with you," Rachel whispers, right against Chloe's lips, and she shivers. "I just wanna do it right. We need more money, for one."

"Okay," Chloe says with a nod. "I can do that."

When Rachel leaves Arcadia Bay with Chloe, it'll be a victory march, the start of a grand new adventure. But for now, this: Chloe's hand in hers, a bag under the bed with all her favorite things...it's enough.

#amberprice #rachel amber #chloe price #life is strange #my fics #fic: i dig you

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platypanthewriter · 3 years

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Lake

Harringrove April Prompt 25: Lake! Billy's a little bit haunted, or maybe a little bit crazy, but Steve knew that when he asked him out. He doesn't mind.

Steve found Billy at the docks, staring out over the northeast shore of Lake Superior. “Hey, hey, babe,” he said, pulling him away. “You didn’t bring your meds. Let’s get some food in you, and you can take your pills, okay?”

“What if she doesn’t want me to…?” Billy asked, watching the still, deep water over his shoulder.

“Sssh,” Steve said. “She would want you to. She would. Fuck, you scared me,” Steve said, tugging him back towards solid ground, and laughing with relief. His eyes were wet and bloodshot, and Billy tried to pay closer attention.

“Sorry,” he said, remembering the night before in a dim haze. “I...wanted to ask her.”

“Come away from the lake,” Steve whispered. “You don’t come here alone, remember? I brought your diving stuff, okay? You need to wear it. She doesn’t want you to drown.”

Billy nodded, feeling a little more solid, with Steve holding his arms. “I don’t have to ask her right now,” he said uncertainly, shaking a little as he let his fear of drowning push him away. The guilt washed over him, and he closed his eyes. “No, no—no, I can’t leave yet—”

“We’ll come back,” Steve told him, pulling him into a hug. “Right after you get some food and some sleep, okay? Just a few hours.” His arms were warm and strong, and Billy shuddered, breathing the laundry smell of Steve’s jacket.

“I need to talk to her,” Billy whispered, and Steve pulled back and cupped his face, stroking his thumbs up Billy’s cheeks. Billy closed his eyes, sighing.

“Remember what the rangers said?” Steve told him. “They can’t let people dive unless they’re well-fed and rested, right? You have to let me take care of you first, and then we’ll go see your mom.”

“Yeah,” Billy nodded, mumbling. “Yeah, okay. Okay.”

Steve pushed him into the car, and cranked up the heat, and by the time they turned off for the diner, Billy was half-asleep. “...how long were you standing on that dock, babe,” Steve asked softly, his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel.

Billy considered, folding his hands. “...I knew you didn’t want me to jump in,” he said, and Steve took a shuddery breath, wiped his eyes, and slapped his hand over to squeeze Billy’s, hard. “I wasn’t gonna jump in,” Billy said, again, because they’d talked about it, and he’d promised. “I told you.”

“But you disappeared,” Steve said, shaking Billy’s fist, a little. “You drove up here overnight, you didn’t leave a note, you didn’t even take your diving shit—”

“...I didn’t want to wake you up,” Billy said numbly, grimacing at Steve’s hand on his. “...sorry.”

“Just kinda freaked me out,” Steve said, thickly, as he pulled into the parking lot. “What did you want to tell your mom?”

Billy shot a glower at him. “Who’s the crazy one here?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “You fucking proposed, dumbass, remember?”

“Yeah,” Steve laughed, wiping his eyes. “So...I mean, are you asking if you can say yes, or just like...what…”

Billy bit his lips together, closing his eyes tightly, as he remembered the worn rubber of the regulator hose, and his father’s snarl as Billy tried to point it out, his eyes swollen with tears, his throat hurting from sobs.

“...she…” Billy said softly, unable to say aloud what he’d done, after his dad came back to the surface without her. Billy’d taken Steve to visit her, finally, after three years of waking up beside him—driven him to the lake, and rented the diving gear, and trained him on week-long “vacations” Steve obviously thought were weird, but went along with—but Billy could not...quite...tell Steve what had happened after the last time Billy saw her alive.

They’d called it in and left. Billy had let himself be shoved back into the truck without her and driven clear back to the motel, stumbling through his tears, and they hadn’t even waited to help search.

She’d loved both of them, Billy knew, and after his dad had swum back to the boat without her, Billy hadn’t waxed the zipper to keep the freezing water of Lake Superior out of his father’s drysuit, or told his dad about the dry, crumbly feel of the edge of the rubber regulator hose. After his father dove the next time they drove to the lake, Billy had leaned over the edge of the boat and waited for the bubbles, like in a Disney movie, but the water was still. It was possible, Billy’d thought much later, that the currents had drawn Neil Hargrove’s body, and his last choking gasps for air, well away from the boat—or maybe he’d realized, and swum up too fast, and the blood had spilled from his veins into his lungs.

His mom must have known, he’d thought, floating down there somewhere below the boat, looking up at her son and her husband. She’d seen him let his father dive alone, and she’d seen Billy hold the wax in his hand, and pretend to wax the zipper, so Neil Hargrove’s suit didn’t flood 200 feet under the surface of the murky water. She must’ve seen what Billy had done to the man she loved enough to vow her life to, in sickness and in health.

He thought, watching Steve’s hand on his, she might have some objections to Billy making vows of his own. It had taken him years to find her, with her neon regulator hose cover—too long to tell, really, how exactly her gear had failed, or do much more for her than wrap the gold chain with Billy’s class ring and his dad’s wedding ring around her arm. He’d lingered around, for a while, wishing his air regulator allowed him to speak, watching her hair waft in the green light of his flashlight, and the grit from above fall through the beam.

He’d never found her again.

The diner lady recognized them—she’d seen Billy around the lake since he was holding his mother and father’s hands, swinging between them—and she gave them a great big booth with a nice view of the shore, even though there was a party of five waiting ahead.

“Hi, honey,” she said, squeezing Billy’s shoulder, and then patting Steve’s.

Billy stared out at the lake. He blinked down at the toast and eggs Steve ordered him when it showed up, and licked his teeth, considering what to say. After a minute, Steve waved a fork at him.

“Eat your eggs,” he suggested, smiling a little crookedly, and Billy shut his eyes for a long second, considering breaking his promise, and diving off the pier, and just...seeing what his mom would do. Standing there half the night, he’d half expected to feel her fingers wrap around his ankle—revenge for killing the man she loved. Revenge for failing to find her, maybe, he thought, sighing, and picking up his fork, revenge for leaving maybe. In Billy’s worst nightmares, she was still alive somewhere below when Neil surfaced, and took the boat, and she watched them go as her lungs filled with dark, cold water.

Maybe she wanted revenge for Billy being happy, occasionally, when he hadn’t even tried to find her, that first day. He swallowed, sawing through the crispy edge of the egg white, and told himself what Steve had told him, once, shaking him on the boat—it wouldn’t be Billy’s mom deciding, if he jumped into Lake Superior without his diving gear. Physics would decide his fate then, and maybe Billy’s mom didn’t want her whole family to die in the waters of Lake Superior.

Billy nodded to himself, taking a shaky breath, and chewed.

After eating, Steve hauled him back to a motel room, curling around him on the bed and kissing his neck. “You don’t have to say yes,” he whispered, pulling one of Billy’s hands up to kiss it. “We don’t have to get married. Nothing would change.”

Billy squeezed his hand, thinking, stomach-droppingly, of somehow knowing his mom wanted him to. Wanted him happy, wanted him curled up with Steve at home, safe and well, with her husband, Billy’s father, dead by Billy’s hand. He took a long, steadying breath through his nose, and wondered whether Steve would want to marry him, if he knew.

“Tell me what’s going on in there,” Steve said, kissing the nape of his neck, and Billy groaned.

“Just being crazy,” he sighed.

“...crazy how?” Steve asked softly.

“Just thinking,” Billy told him, shutting his eyes tightly, and Steve nodded, squeezing him again.

“...about your mom, or your dad?” he whispered, and Billy flinched, then snorted a laugh.

“...pretty obvious, huh,” he breathed, and Steve nodded again, holding him tighter.

“...why would I be thinking about my dad,” Billy hissed, belatedly, because all Steve knew was that Neil Hargrove was dead.

“...mmn,” Steve said, but Billy’s heart had started pounding, and he pulled away, sitting up.

“The fuck did you hear,” he asked, his throat hurting again as he breathed. His vision blurred with tears.

“Nothing...certain,” Steve told him, pulling back as Billy drew away. “It’s not like I was asking around—”

“What did you hear,” Billy rasped, and Steve bit his lips, thinking. “...just tell me!” Billy shouted, startling at the volume of his own voice, and Steve sighed.

“I heard they went out when you were what, nine?” he said, and Billy clenched his fingers in his jeans, listening like his whole body was attuned to Steve’s channel. “They took you on the boat. Your mom and dad dove…” Steve trailed off, and Billy swallowed. “She didn’t come back up,” Steve whispered, watching him.

Billy whispered “Fuck,” rubbing his face with his sleeves. “Keep going,” he said.

“...I heard a lot about your dad,” Steve said, trying to keep his voice low, and Billy laughed, setting his jaw. “He sounds like he was...a piece of work,” Steve ventured. “I got told he...hit you.”

“You got told right,” Billy said, crossing his arms. “So?”

“He took you out to dive the Madeira,” Steve said, raising his eyebrows, “—just you and him, and when we did it, you checked the weather every hour and then pulled the plug, because the wind was kicking up. I checked the weather that day, babe, the day your father died? And it was windier than the day you wouldn’t go, with both of us, to watch each other’s backs. He went alone.”

“...it’d have been more dangerous to take me,” Billy said slowly, thinking about it, but Steve cut him off.

“Yeah! Yeah, it would have been more dangerous to take you, babe, you were a kid, jesus.” He shuddered. “At least he had that much sense. But okay,” he said, counting off a finger, “—he went in windy weather. Too windy.” He counted off another one. “He left you alone on the boat for hours, which isn’t really the point, but I just wanted to bring that up. How old were you?”

“...nine,” Billy admitted, frowning. He felt like he wanted to argue, but Steve hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true. “He just wanted somebody to pass the weights and tanks to.”

“And could you lift the weights and tanks?” Steve asked, and Billy remembered his dad shoving him and yelling as Billy struggled to drag them away.

“I could drag them,” he whispered, letting Steve grab his hand, and tug him closer.

“When you’re getting out of choppy water on a windy day, is it safe to have somebody who can’t help you out of the water?” Steve asked, the same questions Billy usually directed to him.

Billy bit his lips, shaking his head.

“Is it safe to bring someone who can’t lift the tanks, and could drop them on your face?” Steve asked pointedly, and Billy shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

“It’s not like that,” he whispered. “Steve, I—I didn’t wax his zipper, his suit could’ve leaked—”

“Not that much,” Steve said, unimpressed. “He got some perky nips, maybe.”

Billy’s throat closed over the next confession, but he rubbed his face, and took a deep breath. “His regulator hose felt—the rubber was old,” he choked out. “Felt dry and—and crispy, I bet it cracked, a hundred and ten feet under the water, I bet his lungs filled with water—”

“Billy,” Steve sighed, yanking him into a bone-crushing hug. “He went on a dangerous dive alone. You never go alone. What do you always tell me?”

“Never dive alone,” Billy whispered, swallowing hard, and fighting to breath against his shuddering lungs.

“It’s too dangerous,” Steve whispered. “Your dad died diving alone. You know how dangerous it is.”

“I didn’t tell him about the regulator hose,” Billy sobbed into his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I didn’t tell him—”

“Babe, babe,” Steve whispered, pulling Billy more between his thighs, against his chest. “He made a nine-year old check his equipment. You were scared of him. How many times do you check equipment?”

“...always double-check,” Billy whispered, sighing it into Steve’s wet shoulder.

“Do you let somebody else check it?” Steve asked, kissing his hair, and Billy laughed, sniffling.

“Check it yourself,” he whispered. “Fuck. I thought—” he cleared his throat, his tears spilling over more with relief, now that he knew Steve had heard everything. “I thought you’d…”

“Is that what you were thinking about?” Steve asked, squinting. “Him being really irresponsible? How the hell long were you in that boat before you went back to shore?”

“...all night,” Billy whispered, remembering.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Steve muttered, squeezing him tighter again. “Babe, your mom must be so glad you survived.” Billy made a weird frog gulping noise as his lungs jerked, and then laughed into Steve’s shoulder. “...let’s get some sleep and make sure we’re safe for a dive later,” Steve whispered,” and Billy nodded, shivering.

Billy laid staring at the ceiling as Steve snored softly into his shoulder, remembering how in the diving mask, his mother couldn’t kiss him goodbye. She’d made a heart-shape with her fingers, her eyes on him as she stepped backwards off the boat—and when Billy had finally found her, he’d almost yanked her mask off, a decade later, to kiss her face, and then jerked his hands back, shuddering as she drifted with the current, the weights on her diving belt dragging her down to the lake floor again.

When Billy woke again, Steve was poring over the maps of the currents again. “I plotted out some spots for next time,” he said, tapping his pencil on the spot, but Billy just leaned in and kissed him, remembering all at once that this man had dropped everything to drive to another state in the middle of the night, knowing it was to help search, again and again, for Billy’s dead mother. Steve startled, and then grinned against Billy’s lips.

“...sorry,” Billy whispered, sighing.

“I asked for some time off next month if you wanna start pushing further south,” Steve said, and Billy nodded, biting his lips.

“...you want to get us some food before we go?” Billy asked, and Steve blinked at him.

“...it’s noon, babe, by the time we get everything and get out there…”

“Better hurry, then,” Billy told him, and Steve grimaced, but got up and started yanking his shoes on. Billy waited for the door to shut, and then took a deep, shuddery breath, leaning his head in his hands, and finally dug around in his stuff for the old, water-stained notebook he used to record dives. He flipped to a new page, and began to write. He wrote for a while, his eyes burning and then just spilling over, dripping warm down his cheeks, until Steve stomped back in with burgers, and Billy ripped the pages out, and folded them up.

The burgers smelled good, better than breakfast, and Billy’s stomach growled. He waved Steve over from where he’d paused at the door, watching Billy fold up the letter.

“...who’s that to?” Steve asked, trying not to sound worried, and Billy got up and went over to kiss him, and steal the bag of burgers.

“My mom,” he said. “I mean, I know she’s not really gonna—”

“Can I write one?” Steve asked, because he never just told Billy he was crazy, like anybody else would have, and Billy pushed him back against the door, sliding his thumb over his boyfriend’s lips.

“Love you,” Billy told him, leaning in for a slow kiss. Steve’s lips were cold—from the wind outside, but also from the chocolate milkshake he tasted like.

They went down around two in the afternoon, Steve checking his watch again and again beforehand. “It’s fine,” Billy told him, and Steve nodded, trusting him—and Billy’d been aware, before, that he had to check and triple check Steve’s equipment, had to get him out of the water before it got too dark to navigate on the lake, had to keep him safe—but the knowledge that his dad, an experienced diver, had died on a dive shallower than Billy’d been planning was starting to sink in. They reached about 80 feet down, the safe depth for recreational divers, and Billy swam over and grabbed Steve’s arm, shaking his head. Steve looked at him, his frown intent through the mask, and then down, his flashlight fading into the distance of another two hundred feet of lake depth, where they’d combed and combed before.

Billy shook his head again, and pulled out the letter. He let it go—he’d stuck a few rocks in there, so it would eventually sink—and pointed up. Steve watched their letters, sealed in the same envelope, drift downward, and then frowned at Billy’s face again—and Billy wanted his boyfriend out of there, suddenly, out of the depths that had killed his father, and his mother.

He pointed up, and Steve nodded. He searched Billy’s face at their first safety-stop, waiting while their bodies worked through the nitrogen from the deep dive, and Billy watched him back, wondering whether he’d been wrong all this time, and his mom was cursing him down there for risking Steve Harrington to find her. Billy made the little heart-shape with his fingers that his mom had, the last time he saw her, and Steve’s eyes widened. He made some noise with a lot of bubbles—he still forgot he couldn’t talk—and grabbed Billy’s arm, but there wasn’t much Billy could do, so he just waited, raising his eyebrows.

When they got to the surface, Steve stripped off most of his gear and flopped to the deck of their rented boat, groaning. Instead of starting up the motor, Billy sat next to him.

“What’s up?” Steve asked, watching him. “...do you want to...try and get her up here, put her in an urn, or—”

“I don’t want to find her again,” Billy admitted, and Steve sat up, frowning at him. “She—I said goodbye, but—” he laughed, grimacing. “It was so fucking creepy, Steve, she was just drifting along, she wasn’t—she wasn’t my mom, anymore, she was all—” he waved his hand, “—through the glass, she…” he trailed off.

Steve had seen the faces of Lake Superior’s dead, down in the wrecks and along the bottom where it was too deep for the sun, and too cold for decomposition. He nodded, and just scooted closer, sliding an arm around Billy’s waist.

“She loved diving,” Billy whispered. “She’s...she’s fine down there, I don’t...I don’t want to see her again. I’m sorry I took you down there. Kept...taking you down there.”

Steve kissed his wet hair, pulling their heads together. “It’s all right,” he said. “I knew you were a little haunted when I asked you out,” he offered, shrugging, and Billy barked out a startled laugh.

“I told her we wouldn’t be back,” Billy said, swallowing as his throat started to close again. He sniffled. “In the letter. I told her you’d asked me to marry you. I wish—” he broke off, and Steve waited, then squeezed their heads together again, as Billy bit his lips together, and shut his eyes tight.

“...the lady at the diner said she was so excited to spend time with you,” Steve said, and Billy’s tears started up again, and he swore. “She said your mom always tried to get them to make shaped pancakes for you. Like Mickey Mouse.”

“They were shit at it,” Billy choked out. “Didn’t even like Mickey Mouse, she just thought they could get three circles right, and they fucked it up—”

“And the last thing your mom did was make that little heart shape, right,” Steve whispered, and Billy nodded, taking shuddery breaths. “So I’m getting a message your mom sent over a decade ago,” Steve said, putting his hand over his ear, like he had a Star Trek communicator. “It must just be coming in now because we’re right over her.”

Billy snorted a wet laugh, shoving at him.

“She loves you and wants you to be happy, and we can visit her here, from the boat,” Steve said, then pretended to listen. “Oh, um. That’s all she said.”

“Bullshit,” Billy laughed, leaning into him. “What’d my mom say?”

“She told me to give you time,” Steve said, squeezing him again, and Billy groaned, burying his face in Steve’s shoulder. “As much time as you need, okay?”

“I’ve had enough time,” Billy sighed.

“Don’t argue with your mother,” Steve told him, and Billy laughed, half sobbing, for most of the boat ride back.

Here are my other Harringrove April prompts!

#Harringrove #Harringrove April #ANGST #Happy ending of course #Creepy #Billy's had a hard time #Now he has Steve #<3 <3 <3

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kyoasatsu76 · 3 years

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"BEYOND TWO WORLDS" [PART 1]

That night, Kyo was sleeping along with Elekid in her room upstairs. While Ingo was still awake and calling Noland using his laptop. Excadrill was sleeping in the couch next to him. As he presses enter. The kettle starts making a high pitched whistling sound. He went to turned off the stove. And then makes himself a mug of coffee. He went back to the couch and notices Noland fell asleep on his desk. He puts down his coffee on the table. And tries to wake him up.

"Noland. Noland wake up. I'm here." He said.

Noland woke up and starts rubbing his eyes. While Cynthia approaches him. And gave him a warm coffee. Then kisses him on his left cheek.

"Noland, wake up. Ingo wants to talk with you." She said.

"Ah right! Sorry. Uh... So how was Kyo's training? Are you enjoying your stay there? Is she giving you any troubles?" He asked.

Cynthia chuckles as she left the room. Ingo felt overwhelmed by his questions.

"Ahem. To answer your questions. Yes, she's doing well on her training. I'm teaching her everything I know when it comes to Pokémon battles. But, she still needs to practice her tag battles. 2nd, I'm enjoying Pasio so far. It's really different from Unova. I met the Galar Champion and lucky for me. I get to experience on how strong he was. I never thought Kyo and Leon has this rivalry going on. Lastly, she doesn't give any troubles... But... There's something bothering me." He respond.

Noland suddenly gains interest from his response. Ingo suddenly stared at him in a worried expression.

"Do you know Kyo where she's from? Like her home Region?" Ingo asked.

The Factory Head stuns for a second and starts remembering something.

"I did asked her before. And she said she doesn't remember. Like an amnesia or something. Oh, maybe asked her directly. I'm sure you two are getting close." He said with a smile on his face.

Meanwhile upstairs, inside Kyo's room. She was having a nightmare.

She was all alone in the dark void. She tries to call Ingo. But there's no voice coming out from her mouth. All she can hear was her own footsteps. As she walks through the endless darkness. She suddenly stops. As a two yellow orbs floating next to each other. As she tries to move. Her body froze. All she can hear were the faint footsteps all over the area. As the yellow orbs slowly approaching her. A shadowy dark hand suddenly grabs her left hand. Gripping her wrist. As bloods starts pouring out from it."

"I finally found you." the unknown figure whispers into her right ears.

Meanwhile, back into the living room. Ingo was video chatting his twin brother Emmet.

"Ahhh. Brother Ingo I can't wait to get there too. I wanna meet Kyo as well. Of course I will be her Sensei too." He said proudly.

Ingo chuckles. When suddenly, they both heard her screaming. Alerting both of them. Excadrill wakes up from his sleep.

"I'll check on her. Stay online Emmet." He said.

Emmet nodded. As Ingo and Excadrill starts running upstairs and opens the door. They both saw Kyo crying while holding her left hand. Covered in blood. He quickly checks up on her injury.

"Excadrill! Cab you get the first aid kit! Quick!" He commands.

Excadrill quickly starts running out from her room. Meanwhile Elekid was worried by her trainer. Kyo was still crying in pain. As Excadrill arrives holding the first aid kit. Then he starts cleaning up the blood from her left hand.

"Did you fall on your sleep? Or broke your left hand?" He asked.

"... No... *sniff* I was just having a nightmare... And then in my dreams someone grab my left hand. And started to bleed... *Sniff* Ingo-sensei... I'm scared." She said tearfully.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you. I'll stay here if that's okay. I'll clean this up and your good to go." He said as he tries to make her not worry and scared.

He tries to clean her palm. But the red blood mark shaped like an upside down "L" won't come off. He tries to wipe it off but it was still there.

"Strange... Is this even a wound? I really can't relax now. There's something strange is going on here. But no matter what it is. I'll make sure my student will be safe."

Meanwhile, back in the Mansion. Kyouka was walking to grab a glass of water. When she notices her dad sitting in the living room. Staring at the full moon. She approaches him.

"Dad, are you okay? You haven't been sleeping for a week. I'm sure Francois is doing his job to protect sis." She asked.

He lifts up his left palm revealing the bloody symbol just like Kyo's blood mark.

"We can't be too sure dear. My curse mark is been aching for Months now. I just hope that he wasn't be able to get to that world. Hopefully your safer there.... My daughter." He said.

Back in Pasio, Ingo was sitting on the chair. Staying up in case Kyo got in an accident again. He was browsing on his laptop about Amnesia. He grabs the mug of coffee on the desk next to him and starts to take a sip. When suddenly a loud thud echoed downstairs. He quickly gazes up on her. But she still remains asleep. As she cuddles Elekid on her arms. He let out a sigh. As he grabs his flashlight and went downstairs. Leaving Excadrill sleeping on her room as well. As he searches for the source of the noise. He suddenly stumbled upon extraordinary. In the living room. His coat seems to be levitating. Like someone is invisible wearing it. Shocked by this. He doesn't even realized that someone was already behind him.

The dark figure grabs him by his neck as he starts lifting him up. Dropping the flashlight on the floor. He saw the dark figure has yellow gleaming eyes. Until the dark figure starts talking in a deep and eerie voice.

"I'll kill everyone who stops me from taking her life!"

After hearing those words. Ingo still tries to free himself. When Excadrill jumps out of nowhere and uses Drill Run hitting the dark figure. And letting Ingo free from it's grasp. And falls down into the floor. And starts coughing. The lights from the living room turns on. As he gazes up. He saw Kyo and Elekid near at the light switch. But she seems worried.

"Ingo-sensei... Are you alright?"

He starts laughing. Pretending that he was fine.

"I'm alright Kyo. I just trip down and started laughing at myself. Cause I looked stupid for that moment. But, you should go back to sleep. You need to rest. We should take a break from training for tomorrow. Besides I want to explore some other locations here in Pasio. Sounds a deal right?"

Kyo started chuckling. As she nodded.

"Okay Ingo-sensei!"

After that she and Elekid went back upstairs along with Excadrill. He walks towards the light switch and turned off the lights. When the cold breeze comes in from the open window. He approaches it. When a black feather was stuck in the window. He grabs it and stares at it. After than he stares up in the night skies from the window. As a Corviknight flies by.

Meanwhile, a few meters away from their house. Corviknight lands next to its trainer. As he started petting him.

"Great job, now it's easy for me to get her since there's only two of them. I can finally taste it. The ultimate power. And I have finally found her!"

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

#pokemon #pokemon masters #oc #fanfictions #fanfic #my fanfic #subway masters #subway boss #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #frontier brain noland #factory head noland #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #pokemon noland

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mayraki · 3 years

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when firsts happened

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>>> the troublemakers want to have their first date to finally take that next step, but they didn’t know they were going to have a plus one: trouble.

Having nothing to little time alone wasn’t what JJ and Max wanted when their first started dating. Between school, work, and Max’s parents moving back to Outer Banks they barely saw each other. And when they did, it was with the Pogues. So they didn’t had any alone time. It’s not like it could happen anything more than just kissing, since they both agreed to wait until they had their first date. But, JJ and Max were cursing the moment they decided that since the Monday of their fourth week of dating appeared and nothing had happened yet, and it look like nothing was going to change.

They both wanted it, of course, they wanted it even before they started being a thing. But they wanted to keep their word, they didn’t want to fuck things up, because they both knew that this was a good thing, their relationship, and since it looked like the universe wanted them to fuck things up, they were more careful about their love life than anything else. But, on a really hot day, JJ couldn’t seem to stop staring at Max and her body shining under the sun. So, he decided than he needed to change everything that was going on.

“Dude!” Max yelled getting JJ to look at her eyes breaking his trance. She was walking towards him with her board next to her body after doing a surfing session. Her body looked even more beautiful wet, her hair was messy and that black bikini Max always used for surfing were making JJ go crazy. “Are you getting on the water or not?” She asked. “Don’t lose those waves! Don’t waste this fifteen minutes that we have together, bro.”

“Yeah, totally!” JJ said nodding while tying to ignore all those wild thoughts his mind was having.

“Are you ok?” Max asked looking at JJ.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He quickly shook his head like trying to brush away his dirty thoughts. But it was impossible since Max sat down next to him, with their shoulders touching. “Fuck.” JJ said almost in a whisper with the thought that Max wasn’t going to hear him under the wind, but he was completely wrong.

Max quickly turned her head to him. “Fuck what?”

You. I want to fuck you. JJ thought, but he controlled himself. “Nothing.” He looked down looking for something to say, but when a strong wind made dry sand fly towards the two of them, Max quickly got up ignoring what JJ just said a couple of seconds ago.

“Shit!” Max complained looking at her wet body covered in sand. “This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.” JJ didn’t want to look up because he knew that the sun was shining on Max once again and having her entire body one step away from his face, was game over for him. But then Max spoke to him. “Hey, JJ, can you help me get this off with a towel. It’s going to take forever and I have to get home.”

JJ closed his eyes and then bit his lower lip, taking a big breath he grabbed the other towel and got up to help Max. He was about to do her arms, if he needed to help her and control himself at the same time, he thought that her arms were the safer option. But Max spoke again. “No, do my legs. I got my arms.” She shook her head without a clue of what was going through JJ’s mind. He cursed on the inside before, with closed eyes, kneeled down in front of Max. As soon as he opened his eyes he bit his lower lip. “C’mon, dude, what are you waiting for?” Max asked.

After taking a big breath, JJ made the grip on the towel more stronger and started to rub it against Max’s left leg.

Puppies. Cars. Food. Think of anything else, JJ. C’mon. “Not so hard, JJ, it hurts. Do it slowly.” Max said and that was it for JJ, that was game over. He bit his lower lip when the wild thought of being on top of Max appeared on his mind like a fast truck while she had her legs wide open letting him be between them.

Fast cars. My bike. Me surfing. Anything else JJ! “Ok, I can’t anymore.” JJ said getting up and dropping the towel to their side.

Max looked at him confused. “Alright, Jesus, I’ll clean myself up, drama queen.”

“No, no! That’s not what I mean.” JJ looked around to see if anyone was around to hear was he was about to say, and when he noticed nobody was, he went back at Max to grab her cheeks with one hand, and her waist with the other, to pull her closer. Max widen her eyes at the sudden action but then looked at JJ lips, since JJ was doing the same. “I can’t anymore.”

“Can’t do what anymore?”

“Pretend that I don’t want to take you home right now, lead you to my bedroom and keep you up all night.”

It took Max a second to process JJ’s words but her brain picked up her next words real quick after that. “Doing what?” She asked with a smirk.

Of course, Max couldn’t stop thinking about having JJ naked on her bed or his either. It was the first thing that crossed her mind when he took his shirt off to go to the water, his blonde hair against the sun and his big arms. She couldn’t stop staring at them, but she liked the idea of having JJ on the palm of her hand.

“Oh, the things that I have in mind.”

“JJ, we agreed-”

“We agreed to have our first date before we did anything, yes.” JJ completed her sentence. “Do, what do you say?”

“What do I say about what?” Max said innocently and JJ shook her head with a smirk on his face.

“You weren’t kidding when you said that teasing me was your favorite activity. C’mon, this Saturday, you and me, on our first official date.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“Is that a yes?”

“What about my family? you know I have to help my dad with moving, Saturday is the only day he can come here.”

“Yes, that’s true. But what about at night? You can always sneak out.” JJ said with a smile and pulled Max closer.

“Alright, you bad boy.” Max said jokingly. “I’ll wait for you, come pick me up this Saturday at 11 pm on my bedroom window. And don’t be late.”

“Yes, ma’am.” JJ nodded before giving her a kiss on the lips.

“Can you see something?”

“JJ, no, do you think I’m a super hero that can see in the dark?”

“You could be.”

“What?”

“If you wanted to, you could be a super hero.”

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then- you know what? Never mind, JJ. Hold my waist.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

“JJ! My waist! Not my ass!”

“What?! I’m holding your waist!”

“No, you’re not! That’s very low to be my waist.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? JJ, what are you talking ab-?” Without being able to finish her question, JJ pushed Max into the water. “You fucker!” Max yelled once her head was out of the water. JJ couldn’t stop laughing while still standing on top of Max’s board. Without hesitating, Max grabbed the board and moved it backwards making JJ lose balance and fall into the water next to Max. “Dickhead.” She said when JJ swam to the surface.

“Yeah? Come here, princess.” JJ said with a smile lifting his arms to grab Max’s shoulders and pull her closer, but she was faster and grabbed her board to pull herself up to leave JJ behind. “What? Come back!”

“No! A little bit of exercise is going to be good for you!” Max said while swimming back to the shore.

“Come back and I’ll show you my favorite way of exercising!” JJ yelled but it was too late, Max was already touching sand.

“That was very funny.” JJ said once he was walking closer to Max who was siting on top of her board with a smile on her face.

“Thank you!” She pretended to not catch his sarcasm. He shook his head once he sat down and then quickly grabbed her cheeks to pull her closer to unite his lips with hers. “Oh, Maybank, you can’t take your hands off me.”

“Don’t act surprised.” JJ said still looking at her lips. “Well, this is it. Our first date.”

“Yeah.” Max said with a smirk.

“If you think abo-”

“JJ, the date is not over.”

“What?”

“I already know what you’re going to say.”

“Then say it genius, what am I going to say?”

“I’m not going to fall for that game again, Maybank.”

“What game, Belinsky?” JJ said with a smirk and then once again, pulled her face closer to give her another kiss. But this time, the kiss lasted longer, and it was faster than the one before. Max turned her body to face him and JJ took the opportunity to grab her waist with his other hand. Without thinking about it, Max moved her body to sit on his lap with her legs between his body. The kiss was getting faster while their bodies were getting hotter by the second. Her hands started to touch his body wanting to pull him even closer, she grabbed the side of his neck and then with her other touched his chest. They both wanted to feel the other at it’s fullest like there was no tomorrow. On that moment, for the both of them it felt like there was no one else in the world, it was just them and their desire for each other. But that didn’t last for long.

“Hey! You two!” They both heard a male voice coming from a couple of steps away from them. They quickly separated from each other at the surprise and when they both looked to the where the noise came from, they noticed Officer Johnson standing there flashing his flashlight towards them.

“I got you.” He said with a proud and evil smile on his face.

“Who would’ve thought you and me would end up handcuffed next to a police car on our first date?” JJ asked while looking at officer Johnson talking on the phone.

“To be fucking honest,” Max said softly “I’m not surprised.”

JJ looked at her and that’s when laughs started to come out of their mouths. “Seriously, are we cursed or something?” Max asked between laughs.

“I think so!”

“Oh, you two think this is funny?” Johnson said once he hanged the phone call.

“Kinda!” Max said still laughing.

“Well, stop it! You two are going to be in serious trouble because the Deputy gave me the order to take you guys each home.”

Max widen her eyes and her heart dropped to her stomach, but not because she had to deal with her parents, but because JJ was going home.

“Hey, there’s no need for that.” Max quickly said after watching how JJ looked down and bit the corner of his lower lip. “You can take us both to my house. My parents are here.”

Johnson shook his head. “I have my orders.”

“Ok, but JJ’s house is on the other side of the island, it’s going to take you a while if you have to take us both. My house is close, and you can tell my dad to take JJ to his house. I’m pretty sure he won’t mind.” Max noticed with the corner of her eye that JJ looked up at her, but she was still looking at Johnson. “Please, take him to my parents.”

It was the first time Johnson heard Max beg for something, so he looked at JJ. “What did you do to her?” JJ didn’t respond since Johnson walked to open the back door of his car. “Get in. Both of you.”

“Wait-“

“I am going to take you both to your house, but I will have to talk to your parents about tonight, Belinsky.”

Max quickly nodded. “That’s fine.” And just like that, the three of them started the way to the Belinsky‘ house.

The moment Officer Johnson knocked on the door and Ben Belinsky opened the door of his house, Max let out an innocent smile. “Heeeeeeey.” She said and Ben let out a loud sigh not surprised at all.

“Good night, Mr. Belinsky.” Officer Johnson said. “I’m sorry for the disturbance, but I’m here to communicate to you that I caught Ms. Belinsky and Mr. Maybank, having sexual relations on the beach-“

“WHAT?” Max and JJ both asked at the same time surprised at Johnson’s words.

“Having what?” Ben asked and Max noticed how he was trying to process everything. JJ immediately looked down when he felt his cheeks go red.

“Sexual relations.” Officer Johnson said once again, making Max want the Earth of eat her on that moment.

“We weren’t-!” Max said but Ben cut her off.

“Max, the Officer is talking.”

“Deputy Miller gave the direct order to take this kids home and-“

“I’ll take Maybank home, Officer. You don’t have to worry about that.” Ben said and then pointed at the inside of the house with his head, letting Max and JJ know to get in the house. “Thank you, for bringing them here.”

Ben slowly closed the door and then walked in front of Max and JJ, who were next to each other not knowing what to say.

“Who was that, Ben?” Max heard her mom getting closer to the living room and then saw how Gianna immediately knew what was going on when she saw her husband standing there looking down, JJ with his hands in his pockets and her daughter with an innocent smile. “Of course.”

“Is everything alright?” Now Cody and Fred walked into the living room with sleepy faces and their pijamas on.

“Great.” Max said sarcastically. “The whole family is here.”

“Max.” Gianna said and then got closer to Ben. “Ben, please, let me handle this.”

“What happened?” Cody asked confused.

“With my own daughter!” Ben finally snapped. “On the beach! Doing-! I can’t even say it!”

“Oh....” Fred said when he understood. “This is going to be fun.” He said crossing his arms with a smile on his face, enjoying the scene in front of him.

“Dad-” Max was trying to say, but Ben lifted his finger and quickly shook his head.

“Doing what?” Cody asked confused.

“Fred, Cody, to bed. Now.” Gianna said and Fred opened his mouth offended.

“C’mon! Max always watched when I got into trouble, it’s not f-!”

“Fred. Bed.” Gianna said even more firmly.

Letting out a big sigh, Fred let his arm go around Cody’s shoulder and then turned around, before Cody asked again: “Doing what, Fred?”

“I’ll explain when you’re a little bit more older, Cody.”

Ben was still looking down letting out big and annoyed breaths, Gianna was looking at Max and then at JJ repeatedly. “Max, JJ. What were you thinking?” She asked.

“They weren’t thinking!” Ben yelled and that made Gianna grabbed his arm to calm him down.

“Sweetie, c’mon, don’t act so innocent.” Gianna said and Ben looked at her surprised.

“What?”

Gianna let out a little laugh. “You know what I mean.”

“Ew.” Max shook her head trying to get rid of her mom’s words.

“Don’t ‘ew’ me, Max.” Gianna said. “You two have something to say for yourselves?”

“Yes! We weren’t-“ Max was about to say the truth, but when JJ took a step closer to her parents, she closed her mouth and looked at him surprised. “Dude, what are you doing?” She asked quickly worried of what her boyfriend was going to say.

But JJ ignored her and continued looking at her parents. “We weren’t having sex, Mr. And Mrs. Belinsky.” He said in a tone Max never heard before. He sounded like a mature and mannered boy. JJ didn’t know where his courage came from, but knowing it was the right thing to do made him say what he was about to say. “Even if you don’t believe us, it’s the truth. I will never do anything that could put her in danger, I love your daughter, very much. It took me a long time to be with her. And I will not ruin it.” Max widen her eyes surprised at his words. Did he just say that he loved her? They never said those words to each other. She knew all of those things, but actually hearing it from his mouth made it completely different than just knowing it. And that made her melt on the inside. “I’m not very good at expressing what I feel so I’m just going to say what comes to my mind. I respect her and her... body.” He said hoping her dad wouldn’t kill him, but Ben was carefully listening to his words. Even if that made him even more nervous, he was glad he didn’t had that killing glare anymore. “And if she doesn’t want to do anything, I won’t. I know she feels the same way. If we do do something, we’re going to be mature and be careful with... everything.”

“JJ, you’re kinda ruining it.” Max said quickly shaking her head. She was getting worried because of his last words, but surprisingly for her and JJ, Ben and Gianna both looked at each other and then at JJ, who went back to stand next to Max.

“You guys weren’t really..?” Ben asked and they both quickly shook their heads.

“We appreciate you telling us this, JJ.” Gianna said and Max noticed a little smile on her face. “We know you two are going to be mature with your sexual lives-“

“Gi, do you want me to die?” Ben asked but Gianna just rolled her eyes.

“We just want to know that you’re going to be safe.”

“Yes, mom.” Max nodded trying to not die of her uncomfortable self.

“Alright.” Ben nodded. “I’m going to take JJ home now.”

“There’s no need for that.” JJ said shaking his head.

“Nonsense, I’m not going to let a sixteen year old walk around at this hour. C’mon, JJ.” Ben grabbed the keys of the jeep and then opened the door of the house.

“The Chateau is fine.” JJ said, knowing that Ben wasn’t going to let him walk back.

Max widen her eyes and then looked at her mother, who was thinking the same thing. “Please, don’t kill the poor boy. For the sake of our daughter’s heart.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Dad!”

“I was kidding!” Ben lifted his hands into the air. Max locked eyes with JJ and gave him a smile while he winked at her, before walking out the door.

“I’m grounded, aren’t I?” Max asked still looking at the door.

“Yeah.” Gianna nodded before giving Max a little smile and going back to her room. “Good night, baby.”

“Good night, mom.” Max said while letting out a big sigh.

Max couldn’t close an eyes since the moment she layed down in bed. The thought of JJ and her dad alone in a car wasn’t calming for her, specially after a night like that. Half an hour later, she decided to grab her phone and text JJ.

MAX: are you alive?

JJ: no, I think your dad poisoned my water

MAX: too bad

Max let out a tiny smile knowing that JJ was safe at the Chateau, she blocked her phone but when it vibrated again, she read JJ’s message.

JJ: i can’t believe you would prefer your parents knowing we were having almost sex instead of me going home

MAX: dude, I wasn’t going to let you go home

Max closed her eyes and remember the words coming out of JJ’s mouth.

MAX: question

JJ: shoot

MAX: you knoooooow

you said you loved me

when you were talking with my parents

did you actually meant it? or did you said it to just ease the situation?

both are fine my guy

that was nasty

JJ: I meant it

The moment she read that her heart skipped a beat.

MAX: nice

JJ: this is the part you say it back

MAX: really?

JJ: yeah

MAX: I love

JJ: waiting...

MAX: food

JJ: nice

me too, dude

MAX: I love you

JJ: can’t believe we’re saying I love you for the first one over TEXT

MAX: dude, we’re max and jj, we don’t follow the rules

JJ: I mean, our first date, we spent it handcuffed and talking to your parents about sex

kinda normal for us if you ask me

MAX: yeah. knowing us, it could’ve been worst

JJ: way worst

hey

we had our first date

MAX: you fucking horny

JJ: can’t help it. I have you as my girlfriend, I’m horny all the time. Have you looked at yourself?

MAX: alright. I get it.

JJ: see?

MAX: tomorrow

JJ: tomorrow what?

MAX: tomorrow

JJ: TOMORROW WHAT?

MAX: TOMORROW

JJ: DUDE

MAX: tomorrow

JJ: you’re killing me here

MAX: tomorrow

JJ: you killed me

MAX: don’t die. otherwise you won’t see what I want you to see.

JJ: alright im alive again

tomorrow what?

MAX: you’re going to have to wait and see

JJ: see what?

MAX: tomorrow

JJ: MAX BELINSKY YOU TELL ME RIGHT NOW

MAX: goodnight JJ

JJ: WHAT

YOU DONT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS

HELLO?

BELINSKY

OH GET READY

you’re dead tomorrow

and I don’t mean the one where you don’t live anymore

>>> trouble is around the corner, always.

I’m going to add the old taglist but I am going to add the new one in the next post. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE NEW ONE. IF YOU ONLY LIKE THE POST I WON’T ADD YOU.

taglist: @iamaunicorn4704 @onceinagenerationrage @lasnaro @k-k0129 @x-lulu @oopsiedoopsie23 @baby-pogue @roamingmarauder @ponyboys-sunsets @agirlwholovescoffee @thorsangel @royalmerchant @deviouscharitos @badbitsh13 @cilorawr @ilovejjmaybank @corebore123 @starksweasley @allycat449-blog @netflix-imagines @alwaysasadaesthetic @queenofthepouges @jjsmaybcnk @sexytholland @sadcupofcoffee @strawberrydonkey @allielozoya @jjandreidsgirl @sarcasticsagittarius1998 @nevvvv @drewswannabegirl @outerbanksbro @itsyagirljay @kay667 @casper17 @jarahisendgame @niya-savage @scooby6 @dustyjjumpwings @sweetlysilent @alternativehp @stilinskingongo @renatafairchild @stfukie @chasefreakinstokes @beloved-vinyl-addict (+)

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