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cowboycakes · 3 years

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Do You Get My Letters

✥ Pairing: Levi x fem!Reader, somewhat Reiner x fem!Reader

✥ Themes: Fluff, angst, sadness, big ass plot twist

✥ Warnings: Female bodied reader (she/her pronouns,) Pregnancy and birth (nothing gory.) Mentions of death, violence, and threats. Manipulation.

✥ Synopsis: You are carrying Reiner's baby when he betrays Paradis. Levi decides to step in.

✥ Word Count: 2.2k

(there is a part two up to this fic, but i've decided i'm going to rewrite the ending at some point.)

Anon's Request: Hi! I saw your requests are open so here I want to give my little scenario a try! 🕳🤸🏽‍♀️ I thought abt this last night, I’m currently rewatching AOT after 6 yrs and yet to finish season 4, so sorry if I’m wrong abt timelines/the plot? My request is the reader was with child with Reiner, but b4 reader told him, he betrayed and exposed his mission. Levi stepped in to help reader. And btw, I just finished watching ep 3 of season 4, so maybe Eren telling reiner abt his child and he regrets leaving the reader? And reiner jealous at the fact Levi is most likely considered his child’s father at that point. I can’t come up with an ending, so I’ll leave it up to you if you do take in my request. If this isn’t your type of writing I totally understand!

Note: This story is canon divergent. It is set in season 4, but in a universe where Reiner is not revealed as a traitor/the armored titan until a few months before season 4 takes place, as the reader was having relations with him until then and did not know his secret. I’m sorry if that change bothers you, I just wanted to write this as sort of its own story. This story contains season 4 spoilers! It also has nothing to do with the canon ending of AOT.

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Dear Reiner,

I hope this letter somehow gets to you, I don’t quite know where to start.

In a perfect world, I would be so happy to tell you this. You’d be ecstatic too, I think. And before you try to second guess me: I’m sure by now, don’t worry.

I’m pregnant.

I guess we weren’t careful enough before you left. I feel like an idiot. And lost. But I’m not hopeless. I know myself, I can make it work somehow. With or without you.

I’m still in shock about you. How could someone so close hide so much? You’re a talented spy I suppose, a great asset to Marley. You made me trust you with my entire life. You made me love every false thing about you. And this is the rude awakening I get in return.

I’ll raise our child to value honesty and kindness, all in spite of you.

Sincerely,

Reader

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The paper was damp with tears after you lifted your pen for a final time. You wished you could just keep the whole thing a secret: go make a quiet life for yourself somewhere else. It wouldn’t be right. Not after all of the dishonesty that man had spewed to you over the past few years. You had to tell him.

The door to the office room you’d settled in to write the letter creaks open. It’s Levi. He looks at your puffy eyes somberly, sympathetic. He was the first person you had told about the entire situation. Not because you were close, just because you needed help.

You fold your letter and stick it into a sturdy envelope. Levi takes it in his hand.

“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve a thing from you. Not a letter. Certainly not tears,” Levi says, using a clean handkerchief to wipe a stray drop from your cheek, “but I am proud of you.”

You take the handkerchief from him, feeling more tears stream down your face.

“Proud? I’m a fucking idiot,” you say through your sobs.

“Don’t even try to pull that self pity shit with me. Things happen sometimes. And you’re strong enough to commit to getting through it,” he responds.

You stand up, pushing your chair out. You look at him as you dry your face off again.

“I’m alone. How the hell am I supposed to do this shit alone?”

“You are not alone,” Levi replies. You’re shocked when he pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to help.”

You had never seen this side of him before. You look at him as you pull away slowly, tears still welled in your eyes.

“Are you sure? That's a big burden, Levi. None of this has to involve you.”

“Not the biggest burden I’ve ever taken on,” he shrugs. “There’s a lot of death around here, Y/N. Everyone is going to be happy about the little bit of life you’re giving us.”

You chuckle. He’s cynical, but he’s right.

He licks the envelope as he walks toward the door.

“Want me to run you a hot bath or something? Is that the type of shit pregnant people need?” he asks.

You laugh, a little harder than normal. It felt so relieving to laugh.

“Sure, Captain,” you respond softly.

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Dear Reader,

I received your letter before the battle in Marley. I actually got to hand it to Reiner myself. He knows everything now. He broke down in front of me after reading it, going on about how much he regrets everything. How he wishes he could change things and be there for you. He begged me to kill him right there.

The world will eventually not have suffering like what you are going through now.

Eren Jaeger

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Your jaw had dropped reading it. He begged me to kill him.

You hand the letter Levi had just delivered back to him. He reads it with a furrowed brow.

“Do you think…” you begin, your voice shaky, “do you think I could send another letter?”

Levi purses his lips, “Possibly. I can ask Jaeger. But right now, you need to bring your blood pressure back down.”

You were over seven months along now. You had found out about your pregnancy late, after being in denial for four whole months. Hange insisted on checking you out after you’d thrown up every morning for a week.

Levi had since gone on a parenting book reading spree; he made you read several of them too. He knew just about everything you needed to do to make a healthy baby: what to eat, what not to eat, how to exercise, when to go to the doctor, etc. It was really sweet how much he cared. You knew it gave him hope, something to fight for, something to come home to.

You were terrified when he left for Marley. You kissed him for the first time when he returned. Just about everyone you knew had to fight. You wished you could be out there fighting with them like you were supposed to. Maybe you could have made a difference.

Levi takes your hand, squeezing it to bring you out of your thoughts.

“What can I do?” he asks.

“Get me a glass of wine,” you grumble.

“Absolutely not.”

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Dear Reiner,

Reader does not know I’m sending this. So keep it that way, or I’ll kill your sorry ass. Or maybe not, you’d probably enjoy that. In that case I’ll get creative.

How does it feel? Being a fucking deadbeat? Is it everything you’d thought it’d be and more? Fucking her and leaving her with nothing, like she belongs in a whorehouse. Reminds me of what happened to my mother. Pieces of shit like you came in and sent her to her death, leaving her kid behind to starve.

I wasn’t about to let her suffer like my mother did. But you were. I’m glad your choices haunt you, Reiner. You fucking deserve it.

I’ll be there for the both of them from now on, doing everything you were never capable of. She’s due any day now, I’m sure she’ll try to write to you.

Levi

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You feel your first contraction while napping on the couch with Levi. You were settled in between his legs, your back leaning up against his chest. He had his hands on your stomach; he loved to feel the baby kick and tell them some of the happier stories in his memories.

The two of you had grown so close over the past few months. You slept together every night now. You didn’t want to leave each other’s sides if you didn’t have to. Levi would cuddle and massage you any time your pregnant body was ailing you.

You had fantasized with him about life after the war. He wanted to be a husband, a father, to live peacefully in the countryside. And he wanted more than anything for you to join him.

The first contraction wasn’t painful enough for you to make much more than a grunting noise, but Levi woke up the second he felt your stomach contort a bit. He was on very high alert these days.

“Holy… shit…is that what I think it is?” Levi whispers, “Don’t answer. I’m getting Hange.”

He crawls out from behind you and sprints out of the room.

The pain worsens and becomes much more frequent while he’s out looking for Hange. You stand up eventually after getting the urge to walk around - and your water breaks. You start panicking, unsure of how dilated you were and how much time you had left before pushing. You really wished you’d done more than just skimmed through those birthing books right about now.

Levi and Hange eventually come sprinting back into the room with a wheelchair and cold rags to find you whimpering in pain on the couch, trying your best to control your breathing.

You’re rushed down the halls to the Scout’s infirmary, where Levi had made sure the perfect room was set up for you - and it had been that way for two months.

The next hour goes by in a blur. Hange knew the biology of how to deliver the baby, and Levi knew how to coach you. He helped you hold your legs back when you pushed, and helped you count out your breathing. Hange attended to everything that might have made Levi faint, like checking your dilation and making sure the baby was coming out at the right angle. You got lucky having these two by your side.

Through all of your efforts, you finally hear a cry. You look up to see Levi holding your tiny new baby as Hange wiped them clean. He was smiling, way bigger than you’d ever seen him smile before, with tears in his eyes.

“Here,” he says softly, handing her to you.

You cradle her on your bare skin. “She’s so perfect, Levi! Look how sweet she is!” you coo.

“What are you going to call her?” he asks, stroking your hair as you gleam down at your baby.

“I was thinking,” you smile, “Kuchel.”

Levi lets out small gasp. Tears start streaming down his face, his efforts to stifle them failing.

“Really? I think that’s,” he wipes his eyes, “a wonderful name.”

—-

Dear Reiner,

She’s finally here! Oh my god, she’s precious. Levi and Hange helped to deliver her. Labor went smoothly. Levi started to cry when he saw her for the first time. She really is just that perfect. We are calling her Kuchel, after Levi’s mother. He cried when I told him that, too (don’t tell him I’m sharing those crying details.) I've decided to give her Levi’s last name as well.

Levi set up the perfect nursery for us.

If you really did feel guilty for leaving - don’t be. I’m happy.

She has your eyes.

Sincerely,

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Kuchel said her first word today. Of course it wasn’t mama, she’s such a daddy’s girl. She started crawling awhile ago, we are now working on standing up on our own. She has all of this blonde curly hair, too. She’s growing up so fast.

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Levi proposed a few days ago. It was so perfect. We found a nice house with room for a farm that will be perfect for a family.

I can only wonder how you’re doing, now that the war is over.

Are you even alive?

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

I’m expecting again. Levi is beyond excited. I am too, of course. Kuchel started school this year. She is such a smart kid.

I still wonder about you. After all these years.

Reader

—-

Message after message, word after word. No response. You had decided he must be dead. The devastation after the war would argue that he was.

That is, until you found yourself rummaging through one of Levi’s desk drawers, looking for baby Isabel’s lost pacifier.

You felt the bottom of the drawer shift. A false bottom?

You pry at it until it comes open.

Letters.

Dozens of opened letters. With Marleyan postage stamps.

You pull out the first bundle you see. They’re all from you. Unopened. Unsent. You set them aside, your jaw quivering.

You pull out the second bundle and gasp.

—-

Dear Reader,

Eren showed me your letter. I am terribly sorry. Let me fix this, somehow. You can come to live with me in Marley. I will take care of you. Please.

I’m not just a traitor, a liar, a farce. Everything between us was real. I can explain everything. Just trust me.

Love,

Reiner

—

Dear Reader,

Do you get my letters?

I’ve only heard rumors about our new baby girl. I wish I could see her. Just once. For a second. Do you have a camera? I know they’re hard to come by in Paradis. I can send one.

I’d do anything to change this. You know I would.

Love,

Reiner

—-

To Levi,

You son of a bitch. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think this is protecting her, but it’s not. Just let her talk to me. She would listen, she would understand. You said yourself that she writes. You manipulative, sick bastard. That is MY child. She will never be yours. No matter what you brainwash her to believe, your dirty Ackerman blood does not run through her veins. She deserves to know. You are the farce, Levi.

Reiner

—-

There were dozens more. All opened. All from Reiner.

You sink down to the floor, tears spilling from your eyes.

You are the farce, Levi.

But, why? He was just protecting you, right?

The office door opens. You jump, shoving the letters back into the drawer.

“Mommy, why are you crying?” Kuchel asks.

You take a deep breath, staring down at the letters, thinking about everything that could have been.

“Are you happy here, Kuchel?”

“Yes!” she chirps, “Every day!”

“Then it’s nothing, baby. Mommy just got hurt. She’s better now.”

Your daughter giggles and skips out of the room, leaving you to hide away the rest of the letters.

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I REALLY HOPE I understood your request, Anon! I actually had a lot of fun writing this. It isn't something I would normally think to write, but I'm so glad you shared this idea! Sorry for the sad ending, I love playing w people's emotions ;)

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#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi aot #reiner x reader #reiner braun #reiner x you #levi x you #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot imagines #levi imagine #reiner imagine #snk reiner #snk levi #tw: pregnancy #tw: threats #tw: manipulation #tw: mentions of death

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jensmisha · 3 years

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@jensmisha‘s destiel fic rec post

these are mostly just fics i haven’t seen in anyone else’s rec lists yet

heed all the warnings on the fic posts. some of these are dark/disturbing/angsty/etc.

fics under the cut!!

all my goodness is gone with you now by emmbrancsxx0

There was an odd sort of symmetry to it. This is how their story began: Dean climbing out of a coffin. This is how their story would end: Castiel being put into one.

anamnesis by cenotaphy

Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be.

* Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19.

Death Rattles by emmbrancsxx0

Castiel and Dean travel to an abandoned Men of Letters chapter house to catalogue the books in its library. Castiel comes to believe the house is haunted.

Everything That Matters by enigmaticblue

Cas' last words were, "Oh, God, I would give anything to change this." He didn't believe in answered prayers anymore, so he was surprised to wake up two years in the past, in a world that Dean and Sam have saved. Dean was busy trying to settle into that normal life he'd promised Sam he'd try, and he was not thrilled when Cas shows up, putting all of that at risk.

Still, Dean owed Cas, and they're both going to have to let go of the past in order to move forward.

for a healthy heart by askance (Teen and Up)

A strange black box appears in Castiel's bedroom one afternoon.

for a sinner released by dothraki_shieldmaiden

Testing his theory, he runs his fingers over the soft skin of Dean’s wrist, until his thumb is pressed firmly against Dean’s hammering pulse. Cas pulls, gently but inexorably, until Dean is forced to take a step forward. The shift in positioning pushes the barrel of the gun into his forehead.

Cold metal touches overheated skin, and Cas inhales sharply at the contrasting sensations. The gun is unforgiving, relentless, beautiful.

It’s like Dean.

gaudete/laetere by one_more_offbeat_anthem

or, joy in the time of penitence and mourning.

There's an apocalypse on, and Dean finds himself in a church, unmoored. There's not much to think about except everything.

Get Out in Times of Declared Emergency by Jayne L

PREACHER: Is it going to be alllllllllright? CONGREGATION: It's going to be alright!

--Firesign Theater

Castiel post-Lucifer.

A Glimpse Beyond by NorthernSparrow

A piece of rebar to the heart wasn't really the way Dean had planned to go out, but these things happen. It's over now; everything's over, and now he's in Heaven. It's a beautiful Heavenly day, on a beautiful Heavenly road, and there's even a Heavenly cassette tape playing a perfect Heavenly song. The last war is over; they won it all, victorious at last, and now all Dean wants to do is drive.

The song plays, and Dean drives.

At last he's at peace.

Or is he?

The Goldenrod Revisions by aethylas

A rewrite of Supernatural’s final two episodes, expanded into a five episode arc - in which Chuck needs to be defeated, Castiel deserves to be saved, and the characters in this story get a very different ending.

Hell Or High Water by SwingGirlAtHeart

Dean keeps his gaze on the shadows. “He told me he loved me.”

Sam makes a noise of acknowledgement in his throat, but says nothing, waiting for Dean to continue. Dean turns around, confused by Sam’s lack of response. Sam is watching him sympathetically, expecting more details, and there’s no trace of surprise on his face.

“You knew?”

At this, Sam does look surprised. “You didn’t?”

Dean lets out a long breath, trying to stave off the ache in his chest, and looks back up at the sky. “I guess not.”

I’m not an addict (baby that’s a lie) by bree_black

In 2014, there isn’t much Dean Winchester isn’t willing to do to gain an advantage in the fight against the forces of Hell. And Cas? Cas is just trying to hold himself together – with whatever chemical assistance he can find. But when they discover a potential new weapon - and with Lucifer approaching the camp - they’ll need to decide whether there are any lines they still can’t cross.

If One Cannot Remember, One Cannot Grieve by blueeyesandpie

Dean has the perfect house, the perfect life, and the perfect husband. He has some weird dreams and Sammy sure says some wild shit about djinn dreams when he gets drunk, but that's easy enough to ignore—right up until it isn't.

Keep Your Love Alive by dothraki_shieldmaiden and FriendofCarlotta

Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?

my heart a compass by lagaudiere

“There you are,” the Empty says, in Dean’s voice. It’s cold, like Dean’s eyes are cold, his expression set in contempt. It’s the expression Cas feared, he realizes, all the times he thought about saying it. Revulsion. It makes him feel sick in the way that goes beyond physical, here where there is nothing physical left.

The moment before it happened had been so sweet it covered up all the hurt. For years, Cas had been holding back those words, biting down on his tongue to keep from saying them. And now he had said it, and he knew that it was good, knew that it was worth it. But on the other side there is only this.

In the Empty, Cas dreams of his regrets, until someone comes looking for him.

Nest by emmbrancsxx0

After returning from Purgatory, Dean and Castiel work a case involving a drowned woman whose killer was seemingly in two places at once. In the swamps of Florida, a mystery uncoils and threatens to split the burgeoning relationship in two.

the noise of stars by depugnare

All things must come to an end. This is what was written and so it shall be.

It happens more than once.

Over and over, Castiel must reckon with mortality. With God. With the fragility of human life. With the way Dean looks lying dead on the ground, blood spilled for some meaningless cause. The eternal fate of a Righteous Man. Over and over again Sam pleads and begs for a new start. For peace. Castiel cannot give it to him.

He has had enough.

Once a Day by followthetardis

Castiel has just enough control left over his body and mind that he steps into the Ma’lak Box on his own.

Only an Angel by expectingtofly

In 2009, months after rescuing the Righteous Man from Hell, Castiel rebels against Heaven’s plan and chooses to help Dean Winchester. He is immediately killed by the archangel Raphael for his transgressions.

But then God brings him back to life—with a catch. Castiel can return to Heaven and ask for forgiveness, or continue to help the Winchesters, alienating himself from the only home he’s ever known. To help him make his decision, God sends Castiel back in time three years ago.

Now in 2006, Castiel is faced with gaining the trust of a younger, skeptical, pre-hell Dean. Without the threat of an apocalypse or avenging archangels, Castiel accompanies the Winchesters on a case and wonders if he truly has a place with them, or if he’s only an angel too blinded by his devotion to a human.

Orison by aeli_kindara

Cas says, I love you.

And then he’s gone and Dean’s alone, gasping sobs of air on the dungeon floor, and wishing he hadn’t. Listened. Wishing he could take it all back. Wishing he could just refuse, just keep Cas, if only for another instant, if only for long enough to stop thinking, What do you mean — what do you mean, something you know you can’t have?

Revivere by aeli_kindara

Rowena is dead, Cas is gone, and Sam and Dean are learning how to live in the world they've saved.

But the wound on Sam's shoulder still won't heal, and the visions it brings start showing him Cas — in mortal danger from a mysterious Enochian magic-user.

When Dean goes to help him, Sam's left alone in the bunker with a head full of visions and a dead witch who keeps talking to him, if only when he doesn't ask her to.

Rivers Always Reach the Sea by RurouniHime

“What’s wrong with you?” It rushes out of Dean, a wheeze of air. He looks crushed, buckling right in front of Castiel, and his whole self is reaching but not touching Castiel, refusing that one thing that he so clearly wants. “You’re like you were when we first—Don’t you remember?”

Castiel thinks back, really tries. The bunker, the pounding at the door. The despair outside and also growing in his chest, that they would fail, that this man, this man who was meant to save the world, would die.

“The sacrifice seemed a small gift to give,” he murmurs.

“Small?” Dean nearly shouts. “Small? You died for me!”

“I’m a soldier. Sometimes it’s necessary.”

(Not everything made it out of the Empty.)

scream together songs unsung by everytuesday

Dean dies and Sam wakes up in a motel room twelve years earlier.

[it's the time travel fix-it fic we've all been shitposting about on tumblr]

slouching toward Lawrence by elementalv

Castiel contains multitudes.

That Black Dog Ache by SaltyWords (agent4hire22)

A simple case turns Dean upside down as he attempts to deal with the effects of a particularly strange love spell.

this story has a happy ending by terpsichorean

The shape of Castiel’s Mark was a mirror opposite of the one Dean had borne. Instead of blood-red, it was a deep black, like the void itself etched into his skin and echoing through his grace.

“How does it feel?” Dean asked, turning Castiel’s wrist gently to study the Mark from every angle.

“Heavy.”

Dean’s eyes met his. “And how do you feel?”

Castiel shrugged. “I don’t feel angry, if that’s what you mean.”

or: life before the Mal'ak box is good. Until it's not. A look at the alternate timeline from 15x09

tree on a hill in iowa by hiroshimalovers

This is a story about a tree (and a hunter, an angel, a ghost, and the wind).

The Weight of Silence by jscribbles

The weight of silence is heavy on Dean's shoulders as he learns to live a new kind of life in Heaven. In classic Winchester-style, despite being in a place that isn't supposed to have pain and suffering, Dean rebels against it by being straight-up fucking miserable.

your sweet hand in mine by vaudelin

Rowena does a double-take when she sees them enter, Cas handcuffed beside his darker twin. She looks between them, then looks to Cas, her expression caught in half-measures that seem appropriate when regarding a doppelganger drafted from the other side.

“Bind him,” Cas tells her, pushing Castiel roughly. “Thoroughly,” he adds.

Rowena, wilting but not yet drained, warily complies.

#destiel #destiel fic #fic recs #long post #text #exQUEUEse me

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girlgirlgirlnormal · 3 years

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Truly Happy

This is my AgunixReader / nameless she story that I have talked about before. I found myself completely rewriting it yesterday, wondering why I suddenly craved to watch something so much softer than originally planned, but my question was answered once I got my period today.

So, this is smutty and fluffy and happy, romantic sex.

Have fun!

She was sprawled on top of the covers, eyes closed, caressing her naked body. It had been too long. Since they had entered this hellhole her fiancé Morizono Aguni had not laid a finger on her.

She got it. Really. This “paradise” Takeru had created had to be watched over. Mori had enough responsibilities to keep three people on top of their feet all to himself and to add he had to take care of her.She felt bad about it. She tried her best at the games, and she was sure that she would survive without him trying to protect her during all of them, but he was concerned. He loved her and he sure as hell wouldn’t let her die in this horrible land. His pretty little princess.

She sighed as her hand travelled further down, contemplating if she should just do it herself. Mori was in an executive meeting. She, despite her being the number three, did not attend those meetings. They were tense and boring, and she didn’t like seeing the love of her life filling out the role of ruthless militia leader for his best friend.

She missed him. She missed him so much. He was right there, but she missed him. They had spent almost every moment together in the real world, only leaving each other’s side to go to work, here she only saw him briefly, when he carefully entered the room and laid down beside her, trying not to wake her in the middle of the night, being already gone the next morning when she woke up, when they walked past each other on the beach, when they attended a game together. It was not enough.

Her hands cupped her breasts, not big enough to hold all of them. She missed his hands on her. She moaned his name, thinking of the way he kissed, touched, loved her. She couldn’t help but moan his name.

“What are you doing, my love?”, Moris voice interrupted her.

She hadn’t heard him come in, he was too used to sneaking in and out. She bit her lip.

“Being naughty?”, the answer came out more as a question, as her eyes finally met his.

She knew how much he loved her being a brat. How much he loved her being his little princess, who he could love and cherish, and care for.

Morizono sighed, he walked up to the bed, and sat down next to her. Without thinking she grabbed his hand and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles.

“I miss you”, she whispered, “I miss you so much, Mori.”

“I’m here, my love”, was all he said, his eyes focused on hers, not even straying to look at her body, “I will always be here for you.”

She gave his hand another soft, slow kiss, “I need you, daddy”, she whispered.

Mori sighed, slowly taking his hand out of hers.

“Princess”, he sighed, caressing her face, “we have talked about it. Our families were blessed by the fertility gods”, he laughed softly, “you don’t have your pills and everything else is expired.”

He was talking about the condoms and hormone shots they had found here. She knew from Ann that at least 5 of the girls living in the beach had tested positive with multiple pregnancy tests, so none of the expired birth control was useful and they both came from families who had never had a problem reproducing.

She pouted, looking up at him through her lashes, “I really need you, Mori. Please.”

She sat up, taking his hand back in hers and lightly sitting on his lap, placing soft kisses on his lip.

“Princess”, he whispered, “please, my love. What will I do if it happens? How will I protect you? From the beach? The games?”

She chuckled lightly, “Just the day before we got here, we were counting the days until our wedding, just for it to happen. Have you forgotten how much we wanted children?”

“Not here”, he said, looking away, “we don’t know how long we will be here. What will we do without doctors? You wouldn’t get the necessary nutrition. You would have to keep attending games.”

“My visa runs out tomorrow”, she sighed, “I could die tomorrow at the game. I could die in the morning, because some dumb fuck was training his shooting near the pool. We don’t know what will happen. We still must live our lives. We can’t just keep surviving.”

“What do you want me to do, my love?”, he finally embraced her, pulling her closer to his chest.

“I want you to love me.”

He looked in her eyes. Watching her face carefully. She thought he would reject her again, but he nodded with a sigh.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t been”, he paused for a moment, “that I have been so distant. You know I love you. More than anything. I will do everything for you, my love.”

“Just do me, daddy”, she whispered, knowing that he finally would.

He chuckled, hands resting on her thighs, as he started kissing her jaw and throat. He knew what she liked. He knew how to make her happy. He slowly sat her down on the bed, never stopping the small kisses he was peppering all over her throat, as he hovered over her, placing her comfortably on the bed. His hands slowly massaging her breasts, just like she liked it. Her hardened nipples were poking his palms, and her soft moans ringing in his ears like an angels choir.

“Mori”, she moaned, pulling his face up to hers, and putting all the love she felt for him in a painfully slow kiss, her arms snaking around his chest, trying to pull him even closer, like she wanted them to just melt together and never come apart again.

“I love you so much it hurts”, she whispered against his lips, describing the constant pull in her chest. When he was by her side her heart could explode from joy, when he was away the ache got even worse, making her think she would die from missing him.

“My love”, he whispered, he loved her more than he ever thought he could love anyone and he didn’t know how to put it in words, “You are my everything. My heart, my soul. My sun and my moon”, he kissed her forehead before pecking her lips one more time and kissing a trail down to her breasts. His hands wandered down to her thighs, slowly squeezing and massaging them as his mouth was busy kissing and licking her breasts, slowly, lovingly. She liked it rough, but she liked it even more then he put all his love in it.

“Please”, she whimpered, “I need you.”

He looked up at her, mouth still sucking on her left nipple, one hand down at her thigh, the other playing with her breast. He slowly nodded, releasing her breast with a soft plop. He kissed down her stomach, placing herself between her legs to go down on her, but she stopped him.

“I’m ready for you, daddy. Don’t tease me anymore”, she could see his hard cock under his army pants, “Please.”

He stopped a moment, placing a soft kiss on her venus hill before standing up and undressing. She watched him with a longing look. To her he looked like a god. The most beautiful and sexy god in all of history. He sat down between her spread legs again, leaning forward, kissing her with so much love and lounging that she could feel her heart explode. One hand was placed next to her head, holding him up, the other caressing the wetness between her folds.

“I said stop teasing”, she giggled into the kiss, “Please, Mori.”

Mori answered that we a laugh, but he complied, slowly easing his long, thick dick into her. She moaned, quickly wrapping her legs around his waist to hold him close. He moaned, kissing down to her throat again, kissing and sucking it, as he slowly started to thrust in her.

“I love you so much”, Morizono whispered in her ear, lightly bighting her earbud, “I can’t wait to go back and marry you.”

She could feel herself get close to her release, as Mori kept thrusting into her, while slowly sucking her nipples.

“Like that”, she moaned, as he hit a particularly sweet spot, “I’m so close, Mori.”

He looked up to her. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy and her lower lip was worried between her teeth. Morizono Aguni loved seeing the love of his life like that. He loved seeing how good he could make her feel. It only took a couple of more thrusts and she whimpered, body spasming under him, her walls clenching around him. He moaned at the sensation of it, trying to prolong his own high, to fuck her to another orgasm.

“Mori”, she moaned, “Please”, her nails were digging into his back, as she was already on her way to her second high, having gone untouched for so long.

“One more, my love”, he whispered, “for me.”

“And after that you will fill me up”, she requested, moaning, pulling him closer to herself.

“Everything for you, my love.”

Mori groaned, his hand travelling to her clit and massaging circles onto it, making her moan even louder.

“Mori”, she moaned, her nails lightly tracing his back.

It didn’t take her long to come again, her walls throbbing around him again pushing him over the edge. He groaned, slowing his thrusts, as he was trying to ride out his orgasm, face buried in her neck. With a sigh he collapsed next to her on top of the sheets, wrapping his arms around her and placing a kiss on top of her head.

After resting a couple of moments, he untangled his limps from hers and sat up, “Water and snacks?”, he asked smiling down at her.

She shook her head, making Mori stop in his tracks. That’s what she always wanted after sex. Water and snacks. It never changed.

“Is something wrong?”, he asked worriedly, “Did I hurt you?”

She laughed, “No, it was perfect”, she reached out for his hand, pulling Mori back to her side, “It was great. All I want is you.”

She opened her arms, gesturing for him to cuddle her. Smiling he obliged, lying down next to her and pulling her close to his chest.

He wished the world would stop spinning that moment. That time would stop. That he would never have to leave this bed, the side of his soulmate ever again. At that moment he was happy. Endlessly and truly happy. And so was she.

#alice in borderland #morizono aguni #aguni #netflix #beach #soulmate au #imawa no kuni no arisu

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 4 years

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Nights Like These~ Mark Tuan & Park Jinyoung

WARNINGS: Smut, Threesome, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Dom/Sub Scenarios, Choking, Multiple Orgasms (I’m probably forgetting something)

A/N: To the Anon that requested more MarkJin! Y’all I swear, I’m so glad I’m finding time to write, I had so much fun writing this, although halfway through I decided to rewrite the entire smut scene lmao

It's been so long since I've had a night like this with Mark and Jinyoung. They’ve been working so much recently, some nights I go to bed alone and wake up alone. I never complained to them, I know they can't control it and my nagging wouldn't do anything but stress them out even more.

Whenever I did see them, I made sure they were stress free. I would massage their hands and shoulders, I made sure they ate well and were drinking enough water. Hell, I even went down on them a few times and asked for nothing in return, which was pretty hard considering it’s been weeks since I've been touched by either of them.

I have just been distracting myself with cleaning and such. I suppose you can understand how excited I was when they told me they were off for the next few days, I really missed them.

We all decided to have a movie night, so after dinner, we changed out of our clothes and into something more comfortable. They both had their grey sweatpants on, which always drives me crazy, Jinyoung had an old shirt on while Mark went shirtless.

I had one of my favorite shirts of Jinyoung’s on and no pants, his shirt was right above my mid thigh, just barely covering my panties. We picked a movie and Mark brought some popcorn out while Jinyoung brought the bottle of wine we still had leftover from dinner along with our wine glasses.

I sat in between them with my legs across Jinyoung’s lap, my back leaning against Mark, and a blanket was thrown across us. We were all content with each other as we drank our wine and started the movie.

Soon Jinyoung moved the blanket off me and began to lightly massage my legs, meanwhile, Mark had turned so my back was against his bare chest and his legs on either side of me. His hands went to my shoulders and began to massage them, I immediately relaxed under their touch.

”You know, I should be the one doing this to the both of you,” I softly said, I look over to Jinyoung and see him chuckle and shake his head.

Mark kissed my cheek before saying ”Baby girl, you never complained to us when we were piled with work, you made sure we weren't stressed and that was a great help to us.” ”We just want to show you how appreciative we are and pamper you, now just relax and watch the movie.”

I leaned forward smiling and gave Jinyoung a kiss before leaning back and turning and kissing Mark, I sighed in relaxation and continued to watch the movie. I really do love them both, I can't imagine life without them.

Sometime during the movie, a steamy scene comes on and I swear it's the longest scene ever. I feel a warmth between my legs as I think about the two men next to me, how they make me feel, and how I've been so needy for them. They always know which buttons to press, they know my body like the back of their hand, they can have me in pure bliss in just a matter of time.

My eyes wandered over to Jinyoung’s sweatpants, I could clearly see the outline of his package. Now my thoughts were sinfully escalating. I bit my lip and started rubbing my thighs together, trying to calm myself down but I'm sure there was an ever growing wet spot in my panties.

I didn't realize Jinyoung had started massaging my thighs, he looked over to me when my thighs rubbed over his hand. He followed my eyes and smirked then silently got Mark’s attention and motioned to look at me. I probably looked like I had been starved, I licked my lips before continuing to bite them and my thighs were still rubbing against each other.

They both got turned on at how I looked, Mark began to kiss my neck and I softly sighed. ”Baby girl, what could you be thinking about for you to start rubbing your thighs together?” Jinyoung asked, which snapped me out of my thoughts. I look up at Jinyoung with wide eyes, I feel Mark kissing and nibbling at my neck, I stutter as I try to make up an excuse.

Jinyoung had a smirk on his face and his finger went to my mouth to shush me ”I can only imagine how soaked you must be right now, I'm hard just thinking about it. How about you, Mark?” Mark let out a groan and scooted his hips forward, I felt his hard bulge against my lower back and I blushed.

”God, yes. I haven't tasted her in weeks, my mouth is watering. Spread her legs already, I want to see it.”

Jinyoung’s hands go between my thighs and force them open, my panties were indeed soaked, my arousal was practically dripping from the top of my inner thighs. Mark takes his fingers and gathers some of the juice on his fingers,”Awe, Baby girl made a mess,” he begins while licking his fingers clean ”Don’t worry, I'll clean it up.”

I'm pulled into Jinyoung’s arms, my back now against his chest with my legs pulled up. Mark slides my panties off before kissing my inner thighs, he looks up to me and smiles devilishly before attaching his lips to my clit. He keeps his eyes locked with mine to make sure I’m enjoying it.

He moves his tongue slowly at first, leaving nothing untouched, his eyes roll back every now and then as he savors the taste. My legs twitch and before I can clench them around his head, Jinyoung immediately grabs ahold of them and keeps them in place.

My body starts to roll against Mark's mouth, I run my fingers through his hair and slightly pull it as he continues to eat me out. My breathing is hitched and I bite my lip to hold back my moans, closing my eyes as I move my head to the side so my cheek is resting against Jinyoung’s shoulder.

Jinyoung doesn't allow me to stay like that for too long. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at Mark ”Baby girl, I think you need to let Daddy know how good he’s making you feel. Don't hold back your moans,” He says.

My body trembles as Mark shoves his tongue in me, moans leave my mouth and I can't control them. ”Daddy, it feels so good. Please, I'm gonna c-cum,” I whimper as I pull on his hair. It only takes one more movement on his end before I'm writhing in pleasure and babbling nonsense.

Mark sits up and smirks at the state I'm in. My head rested against Jinyoung’s chest as I panted, my eyelids were heavy and I could feel my legs still trembling. ”Look at her, she's already so fucked out,” Mark exclaimed, he leans back and sits proudly.

Jinyoung chuckled as he tilted my face towards him, I stare up at him and he drags his thumb across my bottom lip. He leans down and pecks me on the lips before I feel his hand go in between my legs ”I think I want to watch you cum again,” he smirks darkly, his thumb slowly circles my clit and I inhale sharply.

I'm suddenly moved and placed in between them on the couch, Mark leans up and begins to kiss my neck, Jinyoung continues rubbing my clit with his thumb and his two fingers start teasing my entrance.

I begin to whine ”Stop teasing.”

Jinyoung halts his movements and Mark stops kissing my neck before he growls in my ear ”You're always our good girl, stop being a brat,” I feel Jinyoung lean over to my other ear ”Or else.”

I whimper at their words and feel myself become smaller ”I’m sorry, I just missed you both and it's been so long since I've been touched,” I admit, my voice sounding so innocent.

Their faces soften a little, they realize how hard it must have been for me these past few weeks, they’ve always kept my needs satisfied, until these past few weeks. ”I promise I’ll be your good girl like always,” I tell them in hopes they continue.

Jinyoung immediately snaps out of it and continues to rub me, Mark kisses me while his hand slips under my shirt and plays with my breasts. ”Don’t worry, Baby girl, we will take care of you,” Jinyoung reassures, his fingers slipping inside of me.

A moan escapes my mouth from the feeling of his fingers, his pace is quick and steady and he curls them in me so he can hit my g spot. Mark leaves my lips and takes my shirt off to reveal my bare chest, he attaches his mouth to my nipple and begins to play with it.

He sucks and nibbles at it making me throw my head back, his hand goes to my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers makes me get so much closer to my high.

Jinyoung starts to leave marks on my neck as he continues to plunge his fingers into me, the pleasure is almost too much for me. My hands travel up their thighs before resting on their bulges, I start to palm them but they stop me.

”Baby girl, this is about you,” Jinyoung said, his lips graze over mine before a heated kiss happens.

Mark is now next to my face, his hands still tweaking my nipples ”You should’ve told us you needed some relief,” Mark said before he turned my head and started an equally heated kiss with me.

I moaned against his lips as Jinyoung started sending me over the edge with his fingers, my eyes rolling back and my head falling against the couch. ”I d-didn’t want to b-bother y-fuck, ” I choke out as I come down from my high. Jinyoung chuckled lightly ”You're never a bother to us.”

He sucks his fingers clean and sighs at the taste ”So fucking sweet,” he gets on his knees in front of me and pulls me forwards to him.

”Let me clean you up, Baby girl.”

I look down to him and I see there's a dark lust in his eyes, I reach my hand towards his face, caressing his cheek before I drag my thumb across his plump lips. I spread my legs for him, my core is glistening and it makes him groan slightly.

”Please, Sir,” I beg to him, he kisses my thighs before dropping his head between my legs.

His tongue doesn't miss a spot, his licks are slow but intense, my body is quivering and my moaning is coming out so lewdly. Mark watches me as I fall apart, so aroused by my sounds and expressions he begins to palm himself through his pants.

Tears start forming in my eyes from all the pleasure and I can't bear it any longer ”D-Daddy, Sir, please,” I cry out, Jinyoung raises his head and then sits on the couch. I'm in the middle of them and they're both so close to me, my breathing is heavy, their hands are on my thighs and they're rubbing them.

”What is it, Baby girl?”

”Tell us what you want, ” I hear from them.

It's hard to find my voice but eventually, I do ”Please, I want you, I need you, ” I plea to them.

”Look at her begging, she's so needy. Let's give her what she needs,” Mark says, he picks me up bridal style and then all of us go into our bedroom. He lays me on the bed and Jinyoung takes his shirt off before he gets behind me, holding me in his arms while Mark crawls onto the bed.

”Daddy,” I whimper, spreading my legs open for him.

He smirks at me before taking his pants off, I sit up and turn around so I'm on all fours, I reach for Jinyoung’s pants but he stops me.

”No, Baby girl, we said this was about you. Don't worry about our pleasure tonight, just focus on yours,” Jinyoung sternly said.

I open my mouth to protest but Mark slams into me, what comes out of my mouth is almost a scream, this is what I've been yearning for. The past few weeks may have been hell, but this was worth the wait. I nearly lose the strength in my legs, but Mark held me up as he thrusted into me at a fast pace.

He pulls out almost all of the way, only his tip still in me, before pushing it all the way in. I'm sure our neighbors hate us right now with how loud I'm being. He grabs me by the neck and pulls me up on my knees, my back against him and pressure on my throat as he continues to ram into me.

”Daddy, I'm gonna-” I whimper out when I feel my stomach start to tighten.

He moves his other hand down to my clit and rubs it ”Let go, Baby girl, cum all over my cock like a good girl,” he growls.

My body tenses up and all I can see are stars, I let out a porn like moan and my body goes limp. Mark pulls out of me and lays me down, Jinyoung is next to me, leaning against the headboard with his hand is down his pants, ”Need you, Sir,” I whine, weakly grabbing at his pants.

”Such a slut for our cocks, huh?” he says, I mewl and nod at him. He strips himself of his pants and hovers over me, spreading my legs and lining up with my entrance before he pushes in.

I claw at his back and wrap my legs around him, he rolls his hips into mine and puts his hand on my throat, applying pressure to the sides. Tears start flowing out of my eyes again, his moves are fast and deep, I slowly start feeling that familiar pit in my stomach.

He moves one of my legs onto his shoulder so he can thrust at a new angle, my moans are lewd and it seems as though they can't get enough of it.

”Your moans are like a fucking melody.”

Jinyoung grabs my hand from his back and puts it above my pelvis ”Touch yourself, Baby girl,” he sternly orders. I obey his command and rub my clit, as soon as I feel myself closer to yet another high, I rub rapidly and throw my head back.

He applies more pressure onto my neck and soon my eyes are blown out while I'm screaming and babbling nonsense. He pulls out and lays on the bed along with Mark and I, I look down and still see they're erect.

”Did either of you cum?” I ask frowning, they both shook their heads, I sat up and they tried to pull me back down.

”Baby girl, it's okay.”

”We just care about your pleasure tonight.”

I shook my head at them before saying ”I get more pleasure out of this when you both get off, now shut up,” I say to them with a little attitude. I put my hands on each of their dicks, moving my wrist back and forth, they both sighed in an attempt to hold their moans back.

My pace got faster and soon one of them let out a groan, I moved my head down to Mark’s and wrapped my lips around his length. He bucked his hips up and moaned out, I switched over to Jinyoung and did the same thing and got the reaction out of him.

I continued this and soon we were no longer in bed, no, they were standing and I was on my knees blowing one of them while jacking off the other, switching between them every now and then.

Their moans were so deep and breathy, I could listen all day.

”I’m close,” I heard Mark say, ”Fuck, me too,” Jinyoung moaned.

I quicken my pace and slightly lean back so they cum on my chest, looking up to them I see their heads are thrown back and jaws are slack. Only a few more pumps and they both cum at the same time, they're loud when they cum and anyone could tell they were overwhelmed with ecstasy.

I stand up then take their hands and lead them to bed with me. They see my chest and Jinyoung immediately shoots up to grab a washcloth, Mark grabs my face and brings me in for a kiss

”Was tonight everything you hoped for?”

”It was more than that.”

Mark smiled at me and squeezed my thigh before getting up to put his sweatpants back on, Jinyoung came in with the washcloth then cleaned my chest and between my legs.

He throws the rag into the laundry hamper before putting his sweatpants back on and getting into bed. I'm given a shirt from Mark and I slip it on, I lay down between them and cuddle into them.

Mark behind me because he loves being the big spoon, Jinyoung in front of me because he loves to look at me, their arms wrapped around me as they leave kisses all over me and whisper sweet nothings into my ears.

Some days when we wake up like this, it's not sweet nothings I hear, but the dirtiest and most sinful things anyone has ever heard before. Nonetheless, I always feel so safe and secure like this.

I close my eyes to savor the moment ”Thank you,” I whisper to them.

”You don't have to thank us, Baby girl,” Jinyoung said, to which Mark agreed.

They both gave me a long loving kiss before I said ”I love our nights like these.”

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nothisis-ridiculous · 3 years

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Take Me Home Now: Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Dark and Dusty

Set after the events of ME3.

A rewrite. Ao3.

FemShepxKaidan

"Damnit, did Reynolds forget he took my watch again?" Jane heaved her stiff body away from the person desperately shaking her awake. Gods, she felt like hell. Take a hangover and add being run over by three buses filled with elcor.

"Jane, I wouldn't-," Roy's usually calm voice laced with fear, pleading with the stubborn woman to get up, "there's an emergency. I need you."

The building reverberated, dust wafting into the air in the aftermath of the sudden tremor. The woman sprung from her cot, scrambling through the hallways at breakneck speed. Her footing proved not to be so cooperative, but she held her pace. The rumble had come from the western parking lot, and the rest was slowly forming into a clearer picture, the hushed building, and the distant discharge of guns faint but persistent. Footsteps kept pace behind her, but his words faded into the pounding of her head and the blur of her singular purpose. Arriving in the parking lot out of breath finally drew the situation in a complete picture: they were under siege.

Jane slid into the concrete barrier where Silva rested the barrel of her sniper rifle, her silver eyes flicking over the human a minute later, "you look like shit."

"I've had worse days," she quipped, "what's going on?"

The Turian pulled in a long breath, "I don't know exactly, we got a report of armed assailants. I'm only here to stop them from getting in- Korvac wants you upstairs," the tilt of her head motioned both of them up the ramp.

"Jane, wait!' Roy called as they set up the ramp. The blue-eyed woman giving him a steely gaze, "your weapon?"

"Thank you," she mumbled, forgetting to grab a weapon was not her usual move.

"If you're too hurt-"

"I've had worse," Jane hissed coldly.

The LT gave up, but she felt his gaze on her back. He had more to say. Thankfully, it wasn't coming. The short but brisk trek to the top level of the parking structure drew out in silence. Both comfortable with focusing on the task at hand, the Turian leader waved them over. Directing Jane to look down the scope of the Sniper rifle he handed over to her. The alien was silent, gaze pinned in a westward direction.

She looked down the scope, finding the problem in short order. The familiar krogan, but now flanked in a small force of vorcha. The dull click of the safety-on weapon a very disappointing turn.

"I take it that is only the forward assault?"

"Yes," the Turian hummed, "we're getting reports of at least three other groups. One in each direction."

"Looks like old members of the Blood Pack."

Korvac nodded.

"Where are the varren?"

The structure shook again, "rigged to explode."

Jane handed the weapon to her silent superior, "we need to get all the civilians out, now."

"How? The bastard knows all the routes in and out."

A stand was the obvious answer. They knew they couldn't lose the building; several months' worth of food, clean water, and medical supplies couldn't be moved in time. The gardens and restored generators meant a sustainable future until ships could start rolling off the planet and out of the system. A restart meant a very uncertain future.

They all knew this time was coming. It was just too soon. All preparations, perhaps foolishly, were spent on improving their ease of life. Or more considerately, on the influx of refugees that sought out aid or shelter.

"Alright, Princesses, we can start fighting back now that the Krogan are here," Wrex taunted with misplaced enthusiasm, somethings never changed.

"Wrex," Korvac greeted with unexpected civility, giving a brief overview of the entire situation.

"I volunteer to head off Greenie," the two alien leaders looked at her curiously, "he has the biggest beef with me. If I keep him distracted, or better yet kill him, he can't use whatever knowledge he has of the building. The rest of you can focus on the fodder."

"That's supposing he hasn't given away all our secrets, and it's more than just vorcha; it's every opportunist he could round up," Korvac cautioned.

"Well, we lack time to make a better plan," but he made a good point, but at this time fucked was fucked.

"We can only hope those opportunists are too greedy to share information," Wrex chimed in, "plus this one knows how to make his blood boil."

"Has anyone started to round up the civilians?" Jane asked in Roy's direction.

"I-," the human stuttered.

"Reynolds, this is Recruit- yes." Jane radioed the first soldier she thought could handle the responsibility of gathering the noncombatants. Luckily he was already on the task, but Jane made sure to drill all relevant issues to assure success. Her short conversation and the two alien leaders discussing joint strategy coincided.

"Can you handle the western edge?" the Turian questioned after a long moment, "that could buy us some time. The other groups are still a bit further out."

"You aren't going alone," Roy broke from his stupor, "I'll join you."

"LT-"

"He's right, you need help. Take Silva and the squad at the ramp exit. We need you to slow them."

"How come she gets all the fun," the krogan mused, "fight hard."

"Aim for the head," Jane returned gently.

She picked at the shoddy chest piece that was several inches too big. At a time like this, she shouldn't be picky about such a thing, it was lucky to have a functioning piece of armour, but when one got used to custom and tailored armour, it was hard to go back. But how it already dug into her uncomfortably, it might be better not to have the thing at all. But it was the draw of having a working shield that made the risk worth it.

The most concerning issue was Roy's silence.

"LT," she cooed, "everything alright?"

He toyed with his assault rifle, cheeks puffing out, "this is serious, isn't it?"

Right, Roy hadn't experienced much in terms of combat; before the Reaper War he had seen none in his military days. This up-close, high-risk mission with a small squad was out of his foray, especially with the consequences of failing. Manning the perimeter and firing shots at assailants behind windows was a different ballgame from the full-fire combat.

"It's not too late to join the others," Jane was already miffed that a squad followed behind her; the hair-brained suicide mission felt like a better option. To see Silva and Roy tied up in it was a lead weight in her heart.

The man huffed again, and she reflexively looked down, braced for his angry retort. Instead, his arms pulled her in, wrapping around her tightly, a hand cradling the back of her head, "not now. We both know how important this is."

"No need to get all emotional, LT," she teased gently, working herself from his grip slowly the attention it brought both of them stopping the moment from lasting, "keep your head down and stay undercover. Adrenaline takes over the rest."

"I'm glad you know what you are doing," but he managed to smile, "I'll stop moping."

Jane tenderly nudged him, "I've seen lifelong soldiers piss themselves before their first battles, I think you're doing fine."

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Varren were easy.

Not in the familiar way of sending the lot of them flying with a biotic blast of energy that tore through the pack in a single flick of her arm easy- but one headshot seemed to do the trick. Silva caught a few from behind her shoulder, sticking to her vantage point further downwind. Roy's assault rifle hit the explosive packs, wiping out several in one burst.

It was the vorcha crawling over the rubble and concrete barriers that had her worried. They took far more time and attention to deal with. Their innate regeneration meant missed shots becoming more costly, and the extra time needed to line up an accurate headshot took attention away from the swarming varren. And wherever that damned Krogan went.

The first turian went down, a missed varren sending shale and dust rocketing across the entrenched ramp.

Vorcha swarmed through the haze, the real heat of battle ensuing in the panic. Some resorted to hand-to-hand combat, while others fired into the fog. Screams echoed in the concrete chamber, and they were getting overrun quickly. Several more detonations followed, rocking the building and dust from where it rested.

"Hold fire!" Jane screamed.

Attempting something she had only ever seen but not done.

A pulsing blue shield of biotic energy enveloped the entrance to the parking structure. It wavered, shrinking a meter before it swelled back into its original size. Jane stood in the middle, the swirling energy coating her body.

The defenders didn't need to hear Shepard's strained command to return fire. Varren and Vorcha alike collided against the barrier, if they were not gunned down. The biotic force a shield against further explosions and, more importantly, the rubble from the blasts.

"Jane, Greenie just ahead," Silva radioed- the rest of her statement ignored in the blur of her focus shift and the human's collapsing against the concrete barrier.

Roy slid against his recruit once he needed to reload, "we could have used that firepower long ago, Recruit!"

"Heh," half of Jane smirked, blood streaking from her nostrils. Peering over the concrete sloppily to get a look at the green crested Krogan that approached. Her smile widened as Roy looked at her with growing horror.

Roy grabbed her face, his thumb tracing down the unreactive side of her cheek. The odd scars glimmered beneath the touch, her eyelid reacted slowly to his thumb hovering over it. His worry intensified as the woman snapped forward, her head colliding with his chest plate. Unconscious for only the moment her forehead met armour.

"We're the only ones left," the voice over the radio stated in a panic, a shot careening over their position.

"Don't do this," he murmured, grabbing the stubborn female's chin. Purple washed over her skin despite the tear leaving his eye.

After all his fuss, he was powerless against the otherwise harmless force of energy that sent him toppling into another barricade; Jane looked down at him from a shakey height, "I won't be the last again."

In a splitting snap, Jane was gone, transforming into a hurtling meteor of blue energy racing at the oncoming krogan. The mass of energy collided full force with the krogan, bashing him into the wall a resounding crack of bone and sinew followed but still, the alien managed to shove the woman to the ground. Jane rolled to avoid the shotgun blast, using the momentum to charge again. This time with only the force of anger and spite.

The shimmering purple and blue gathered into her palms, exploding nanoseconds later in a pulse of bright light that filled the structure. Rocking it aside more than any of the rigged varren could manage. Once the light settled, the recruit's form lay lifeless on the ground. The Krogan's teetering foot lifted, on course for her exposed skull slamming with the last of his might.

#fshenko #shenko #mass effect fanfiction #kaidan alenko #take me home #fanfic #mass effect spoilers

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dearestdaffodils · 4 years

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Season 1, Episode 1: PILOT

A/N: A lot of quotes and character dialogue is taken from the show! I am not trying to take credit for the amazing work the writers and actors and everyone involved in this show did! I also left out writing scenes that don’t involve the main group (IE: Ward and Sarah talking with Lana Grubbs) and a few other scenes simply because I wasn’t quite sure how to write them.

Warnings (for the whole series): violence (as it is in the show), swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, drug use

Word Count: 3579

“The Outer Banks, paradise on earth.” I tune out John B’s voice, ignoring his ‘welcome to the OBX’ speech for the camera. He was determined to make a documentary about our lives this summer, though I really didn’t know why.

Welcome to the OBX, an island divided in two. You either have two houses or two jobs, that’s what John B always says. That blond boy sitting next to me, that’s JJ. My boyfriend. He’s as local as they come. Latest in a very long line of fishing, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who make their living off the water. Don’t tell him I said this but he’s the best surfer I know. Mild kleptomaniac and probably a future tax cheat.

The girl across from me is Kiara or Kie. When she’s not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs with us. None of us really know why she’s a rich kid after all. Next to her is the brains of our little operation. Pope. Finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship and the smartest kid I know.

The kid in the driver’s seat, the one who is paying more attention to his camera than the road, that’s John Booker Routledge, but everyone calls him John B. He’s kinda like my brother. He and his dad took me in when my family dumped me on their front porch when JB and I were about four. He drives me crazy and he knows it.

And then there’s me. Y/N Y/L/N. Little Routledge as JB likes to call me even though I’m four months older than him. Big John disappeared nine months ago at sea, which means JB and I have been on our own since Uncle T split for Mississippi. Everyone insists that Big John is dead but John B refuses to sign the papers until he sees a body.

Social workers have been on our asses nearly every day, trying to force us into foster care. John B and I have managed to avoid them so far.

So this is how our story starts. Me losing nearly all of my second family and a social worker breathing down my neck.

JB and I are probably the only two people in history to say this but thank god for hurricane Agatha.

“Hurricane Agatha continues its steady march towards Kildare Island on the Outer Banks of North Carolina…” JB set the radio on the counter, turning up the volume as we listened for a miracle to keep DCS away.

“Holy shit.” I look outside, taking in the dark sky and swirling wind. “JB, I think we found our miracle!” I shout over the storm siren, fishing my phone out of the couch cushions and dialing the number for DCS. “Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to reschedule.” I blurt into the phone, barely giving the woman time to answer.

John B rips the phone out of my hand, hanging up and dragging me outside. “We gotta surf the storm surge!”

“Are you insane?” I stumble after him, dodging tree branches. “Those aren’t surfable waves!”

“Says who?” He laughs. “Come on!” He drags me along, pausing to grab our boards.

I run after him, splashing into the water as the storm rages around us. I paddle after John B, surfing a few waves before the storm starts to pick up its pace. “JB! We gotta get inside!” I shout. John B stares out towards the open water, ignoring me.

“JB!” I shout. “We have to go!” I turn to look at him, my gaze following his extended arm and index finger. My eyes land on a boat, getting tossed around in the storm. “John B, we don’t have time to worry about what those idiots are doing, let’s go!”

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The morning after a hurricane always feels like something out of a movie. The silence fills the gaps of life, save for the sound of chickens and the occasional shouts from neighbors.

I peel my eyes open, hearing John B moving around in the kitchen. I swing my legs over the side of my bed (which is really just two mattresses stacked on top of each other) and slowly stand up. I shield my eyes from the sunlight pouring in from my windows, moving the towels that double as my curtains out of the way.

I grab my phone from the stack of books next to my bed, checking the time. “No service,” I mutter, opening my door and stepping onto the cold wood floor of the Chateau.

“JJ, you been outside?” John B asks the blond boy, shaking his shoulder.

“I have polio, bro. I can’t walk.” JJ mumbles, burying his face deeper into the pillow.

I make my way to the front door, lightly swatting at JJ to get him up. “Oh man…” I whisper, looking outside. “That’s no good.” I survey the yard, taking in the damage. “What’re you thinking, JB?”

“I’m thinkin’ that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. It’s God tellin’ us to fish since DCS isn’t getting on a ferry anytime soon.” John B grins.

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I stand on the bow of the HMS Pogue with JJ, looking at all the damage. “We’ll be cleaning this all summer.” I murmur, shaking my head.

“That is my nightmare.” John B pipes up from behind the wheel, pulling up parallel to the dock just outside Heyward’s. “Well, look who we have here.”

“I can’t.” Pope mimics static, pretending to talk into a radio on his shoulder. “My pop’s got me on lockdown.”

“Your dad’s a pussy. Over.” JJ does the same, looking directly at Heyward.

“Oh, I heard that, you little bastard.” Heyward glares at JJ.

“We need your son.” JJ flashes one of his signature smiles.

“Yeah, and island rules.” I bite my lip to stifle a laugh. “Day after hurricane’s a free day.”

“Who made that up?” Heyward looks between me and Pope.

“Pentagon, I believe.” I laugh. “We have security clearance. I have a card.”

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward frowns as Pope moves towards the edge of the dock.

“I’ll do it tomorrow. I promise. Tomorrow.” Pope moves to jump into the boat as Heyward moves forward.

“You think - no, no. Hell no. You doin’ it right now.”

“Get in the boat, Pope,” I whisper. “Make a run for it.”

Pope leaps into the boat, holding his hat on his head. “I promise I’ll do it tomorrow, dad!”

“We’ll bring him back in one piece!” I call to Heyward, waving.

The boys whoop and cheer, driving up to Kie’s dock. I smile wide, grabbing onto the dock as we wait for her.

“Good morning!” Kie hurries down the dock, carrying her usual backpack and cooler, her hair neatly tied up on the top of her head.

“Welcome aboard, fellow Pogue princess.” I laugh, saluting her. “Whatcha got? Juice boxes?”

“You know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks. I made sandwiches too, cut the crusts off how you like ‘em.” She teases, poking my nose.

I help her onto the boat, grabbing a beer from the cooler as John B drives out into the marsh. He weaves through the channels, leaning back in the captain’s seat, looking as if he’s asleep at the wheel. I wouldn’t be concerned if he was though, he knows these waters better than he knows himself.

“Can you go a little faster?” JJ asks, stepping up to the bow. “I got a party trick to show you.” He balances on the edge of the boat, tilting the beer bottle, letting the liquid flow freely from the bottle.

“You’re getting beer in my hair!” Kie and I shout in unison, screaming and falling out of our seats as the boat hits something, stopping immediately. “Jesus, JB!”

JJ groans, popping up from the water in front of the boat. “I think my heels touched the back of my head.” He chokes out.

“What did you do?” I push myself off the deck of the boat, resting a hand on John B’s shoulder.

“Sandbar.” John B mumbles. “The channel changed.”

“No shit, genius.” I shake my head.

“Hey, I saved the beer, though!” JJ cheers.

“Congrats, J.” I lean over the side, sticking my hand out to him. “Come on.”

“Guys… I think there’s a boat down there.” Pope calls, looking over the other side of the boat.

“Shut up, no way.” Kie scoffs.

“I’m serious. There’s a boat down there.” Pope points.

I join him on the side, looking down at the shape in the water. “Only one way to find out.” I shrug, quickly discarding my shirt and shorts before diving in. I swim down, peering around in the murky water. My eyes go wide and I swim up, grabbing onto the edge of the boat. “That’s a fucking Grady-White. A new one is like an easy 500 G’s.”

“That’s the boat we saw when we surfed the surge.” John B looks at me. “Maybe it hit the jetty or something.”

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Kie frowns.

“No, but we’re about to find out.” I smile.

“It’s way too deep.” JJ shakes his head. “You’re not going down there.”

“Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ.” John B chuckles. “Little Routledge can handle it.” He turns his attention to me, saluting me. “Diver down.”

“Diver down.” I flip him off before diving back down, searching around the boat. I pop up after a moment, pushing my hair out of my face.

“Any dead bodies?” Pope asks nervously.

“Looting potential?” JJ asks at the same time.

I shake my head, holding up a bright yellow tag with a key attached. “I found this motel key.”

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I jump out of the boat as we reach the motel, tying the rope around a stump. “So, what’s the plan?”

“You’ll see, bubba.” John B grabs my wrist and JJ’s arm, pulling us along.

“Yeah, that doesn’t inspire confidence, dumbass.” I roll my eyes. “This place is a shitshow, doesn’t look like anywhere someone with a Grady-White stays.”

“Motel or meth lab?” Kie mutters under her breath.

“You be the judge,” Pope mutters back before giving me a pointed look. “Don’t let your boyfriend do anything stupid.”

“I can’t make any promises.” I raise my hands in surrender as we walk off, going up the steps of the motel.

John B leads us to the door, checking the number on the key as JJ knocks on the door.

“Housekeeping!” JJ calls in a high pitched voice, waiting for an answer.

“Should we try it?” John B asks, prompting nods from JJ and me.

We enter the room, closing the door behind us. I look around the room, handing John B a map from the bed. I move towards the bathroom, seeing John B messing with the safe out of the corner of my eye. I scan the walls of the dark and dirty room, shining my flashlight around

“You guys are gonna wanna see this.” He murmurs.

JJ and I hurry over, looking in the safe. “Damn…” I whisper, looking at the stack of money, a gun laying on top of it.

JJ grins like a maniac, grabbing the gun from the safe.

“JJ, put that down now!” I whisper-shout.

“Just take a picture of me! Right here and then I’ll put it back!”

“You want me to take a picture of you?” I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Make our own incriminating evidence?” I look up, hearing a tapping on the window. I hurry over, looking out to see Pope and Kie jumping up and down.

“Cops!” Kie shouts quietly.

“Shit, boys, time to go,” I whisper. “Cops.”

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“Thanks for warning us so quickly.” I laugh, playfully shoving at Kie’s shoulder as we push off from the motel.

“We would have warned you sooner except Pope was on the math team.” She rolls her eyes.

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asks.

“No, I don’t think so.” JJ sighs before pulling out the gun and a stack of cash. “ Oh, yeah, we did.”

“Are you serious?” Pope shouts in a high pitched voice. “I’m gonna lose my merit scholarship.”

“At least you have us, right?” JJ grins.

“I’m living the nightmare,” Pope whispers to himself.

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“It’s Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got.”

“Dead body.”

“Insane.”

“Holy shit.”

“What kind of boat did he have?”

“Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White. Everyone’s out looking for it.”

The words seemed to hover around us as we drove back to the Chateau, following us as we collapsed into chairs on the porch.

“Okay… so, um… we didn’t see anything.” John B takes off his hat, running a hand through his hair. “We don’t know anything.”

“We need to have total and complete amnesia.” Pope nods.

“Actually, Pope is right for once.” JJ nods, slinging an arm around me as he slides into the seat next to me. “See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny.”

“We can’t keep that money.” Kie paces up and down the porch.

“Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara.” JJ sighs.

I lightly push at his chest, giving him a look. “We have to pass it off to Lana Grubbs.”

“Otherwise, it's bad karma.” Kie nods in agreement.

“I don’t agree.” John B murmurs from the corner. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We’re talking about a dirtbag marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he’s got a Grady-White? Just sayin’,”

“We have to see what’s in the cargo hold of that wreck,” I speak up. “For now, we lay low and act normal.”

“Kegger?” JJ grins.

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As JB always says; you can’t understand the Outer Banks without understanding the boneyard. It's kinda like a three-layer burrito. There’s us and our friends, the working class derelicts. Then, there are the Kooks, the rich second-homers. They’re mostly from poncey-ass boarding schools, just rich trustafarian posers. Our natural enemies. And then, there are the Tourons. Totally clueless. Here for a week on vacation with their families. Chum for the sharks.

I smile, making my way across the sand with drinks for me and JJ, passing Pope along the way.

“It's kinda weird when on TV, we see people die, and they kinda just sit there, but in actuality, they would be shitting and farting up a storm.”

I laugh, shaking my head as I walk past Pope and the fire. I make my way over to JJ’s usual spot; a fallen tree half-buried in the sand. I hand JJ his drink, sipping mine. “Poor Pope.” I snicker, glancing at the other boy over my cup. “He just can’t figure out how to talk to girls.”

“Sarah! Sarah, be careful, okay?”

I turn my attention towards the metal buoy stuck in the sand, recognizing Topper’s voice as he tries to coax Sarah down from the buoy.

That’s Sarah Cameron. Kook princess. Kiara’s best friend in the ninth grade, worst enemy in the tenth grade. JB works on her dad’s boats and I was supposed to be helping her stepmom with gardening but have basically become a glorified babysitter for the princess. And that’s Topper. Her not so pleasant boyfriend. Just saying his name makes me want to vomit. He actually thinks Pogues were bred to mow lawns.

I watch as Topper lifts Sarah down, starting to walk her up the beach and back towards his car. I barely see JJ move forward, extending a cup in her face.

“Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?” JJ smirks, frowning when she declines. “Is it not fancy enough for you?”

“I’ll take it.” Topper reaches for the cup, glaring as JJ pulls it away.

“If you said pretty please, maybe.” JJ teases.

Topper moves to grab the cup, knocking into JJ’s hand and spilling the drink all over Sarah. “Dirty Pogues!” Topper growls as Sarah pushes him back.

John B moves in front of JJ as I pull him away. Topper lunges at John B, knocking him into the water. “ Don’t make me drown you like your old man, all right?” Topper shouts, holding John B down in the water.

JJ rushes forward, pressing the gun to Topper’s head and clicking the safety off.

“JJ!” I gasp.

“Yeah, you know what that is. Your move, broski.” JJ huffs as Topper raises his hands in surrender, standing up.

“Check your psycho boyfriend, Y/N!” Sarah whines.

“Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!” JJ fires the gun twice into the air, watching as the crowd scatters.

“So much for laying low!” Pope hisses at JJ, helping Kie pick John B from the water.

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The next morning, JB was up before the roosters started crowing. The rest of the Pogues had returned to their respective homes. Kie had taken Pope home before returning to her house in Figure 8. JJ had left a small kiss on the crown of my head before disappearing into the trees.

I wander out of my room, wiping sleep from my eyes. “You look like you just swallowed a jellyfish.” I bump shoulders with John B.

“Sheriff Peterkin just left…” He mumbles. “She’s asking questions. She said she can help us with DCS if we help her.”

“Well… we’ll just give her the most information we can without us getting in trouble.” I sigh.

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“The three of us! We’ve got nothing to lose!” JJ huffs, gesturing between me, John B, and himself. “You’re not calling this off, John B. I have a plan. We borrow some scuba gear from Cameron’s big boat and then we go down to the wreck.”

We probably should’ve learned a long long time ago to never listen to JJ. He’s filled to the brim of bad ideas, like stealing from JB’s rich boss.

Big John said the island was America on steroids. The haves and have-nots like anyplace, but magnified and multiplied. The way JB and I see it, the game’s rigged. Maybe it always has been. No parents, money, and no one looking out for us. We got no chance unless we make it on our own.

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“You took empty tanks, JB.” I sigh.

“This one’s a quarter full.” John B mumbles.

“So enough for one of us… I just love it when a plan comes together.” I rub my head in annoyance.

“Does anyone even know how to dive?” John B asks.

“I read about it,” Pope speaks up.

“Great, Pope read about it. So someone’s gonna die.” I roll my eyes.

“Look, you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?” JJ asks.

“If you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends.” Pope leans back in the captain’s seat.

“Bends like, bend over and…” JJ giggles, bending over the wheel.

“The bends kill you.” Pope sighs, making JJ’s eyes go wide.

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We all circle around John B as he kneels on the dock, holding the bag from the wreck.

“Can we please just open the bag?” Pope huffs.

“Damn, Pope. That’s a rare outburst of emotion.” I snicker.

“You guys are literally killing me with anticipation. Open the bag.”

John B opens the bag, pulling out a canister. He twists open the canister, letting a small circular compass fall out.

“Oh, wow. Yup. That’s about right.” Pope sighs. “Good job, everybody. We found a compass. It's not worth anything.”

“This was my father’s.” John B mumbles.

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Survey #436

from a couple days ago again; still don’t feel like rewriting any answers.

Do you own many pairs of shorts? I don't own any. Have you ever taken a close up shot of a flower? A hell of a lot; I love doing that. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yup. But I don't like hard alcohol and only really drink light fruity stuff, and I'm apparently no lightweight, so I got to the point I just really didn't want to drink anymore. Anything you might be giving up on soon? I have felt very, very hopeless with photography lately that sometimes I'm tempted. I don't think I will, but... it's hard. When was the last time you changed your picture on Facebook? It's been months. Have you ever painted a piece of furniture? Yes, actually. I helped Jason paint his shelf black. Do you have a favorite quote? No. Have you ever made a business card for yourself? No, but I have thought about it. I just really don't have nearly enough popularity among the local photographers to feel like I really need to design one. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? YES. I loved it. Are there any recipes you have memorized? No. Do you know your multiplication times tables? ... no lmao Have you ever been severely burned? Not severely, no. Did you ever dream that you had a baby? I actually have more than once. What was the weirdest thing you ever saw cross the road? I think a turkey? Are you good at coming up with jokes? God no. Where do you prefer to sit when you catch the bus? When I used to ride home with Jason from school, we always sat way in the back. Do you ever listen to music to fall asleep to? No. I did when I was younger, though. I went through a loooong phase of sleeping with my iPod. If your parents... or anybody else... found your cell phone, would they be horrified at any of the messages in your inbox/outbox? No. Do you get offended if someone repeatedly checks their mobile phone when you’re out for lunch or dinner? That's very rude. What is the stupidest thing you’ve heard somebody say recently? Anti-vaccination bullshit from my stepmother. :^) Think about the last person you kissed - was it the very first time that you kissed them? No. When you drink alcohol with friends, do you play drinking games? We never did. Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? Nope. Who was the last person to call you? My psychiatrist. What food disgusts you the most? Things like sashimi and caviar. I also think rare meat like steak, especially when it's still bloody, is absolutely disgusting. I could go on and on about this, 'cuz I think a lot of food is really gross. One place you would never want to get lost in in the dark? The jungle. Yikes. So many dangerous creatures, so claustrophobic, and with the canopy, I'd assume it'd be EXTREMELY dark. And it rains so much in the jungle, so it'd be hard to hear danger approaching. One thing that always creeps you out? Perhaps #1 is seeing an unborn baby move from outside their mother's stomach. I will fucking scream and want to puke. If you could be roommates with anyone of your choice, who would you pick? SARA!!!!!!!!! Omfg I'd LOVE to have her as my roommate. We've actually talked about the possibility, but that's nowhere near set in stone. What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? In light of recent events, a high contender is shit like "vaccines cause autism." Would you rather be buried or cremated when you die? I'd strongly prefer to be cremated. What is your favorite food around the holidays? Spiral honey ham, for one. I love Christmas treats like chocolate-covered peanuts, fudge, cookies, etc. etc... Tell me about the greatest prank you’ve ever pulled? I don't pull pranks. If you could have the power to cast any kind of spell, what kind of spell would you cast? Maybe enchanting the human population to not be such violent and hateful fucks??? Have you ever gotten a flu vaccination? Only for Covid. Double dates: a do or don’t? They are SO fun, but I do feel like it's good to have individual ones, too. Do you know any guitarists? Yes. My old friend Tommy actually plays the electric guitar in a band, and Juan was really good at it, too. How do you feel about full-length beards? They look good on some people. It varies with everyone. Do you have any relatives that have shunned you, or vice versa? Not currently. My half-sister stopped talking to me many years ago when I was a homophobic fuck, and I don't blame her. We're perfectly cool now! Has anyone ever posted a HORRIBLE picture of you for everyone to see? omg no Does/did your high school have pop machines? Yes. Have you ever gambled? Nah. If you could work at any retail store, which one would it be? I am NEVER working retail again. I can't handle it. What’s the name of the last cat you pet? Roman. :') Have you ever stringed green beans before? Yes, actually, with Colleen's in-laws. They had a big garden that I helped tend to sometimes. I absolutely hated it with how sweaty I got even then, it was WAY too hot, and my body was also weak back then to where bending down was extremely painful. I just never wanted to say no. Have you ever had any painful dental work done? If so, what? No. What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re bored? It really depends on what I feel like doing, but I think playing World of Warcraft tempts me most often when I'm unbearably bored. What did you watch today? I've just been rewatching Mortem3r play Monster Hunter World. That game looks soooo fun, I wanna try it. ;-; True or False: Yoshi is the cutest dinosaur ever? No. I adore dinosaurs and dinosaur media, so I could name a lot if I thought long enough. Who is the last person you spent money on? My niece. I still feel awful I didn't buy Ryder a gift by myself; I just could NOT decide what to get him. I'm very thankful that Mom let me use one she got him as "mine." They were bright, light-up golf balls, and he loooooved them. What is your relationship like with various members of your family? I have a biiig extended family, man, so I'll try to keep this as brief as possible. I am EXTREMELY close to my mom, like there is no way I'd be alive without her, and her support for me seems endless somehow. I love my dad very much too, but I don't see him nearly as much as I wish I did. He tries to support me however he's capable, and he always lets me know that he's there if I need him for anything. I love, am very proud of, and look up to my two sisters, but I'm also very envious of them and how they are successful adults with direction and big accomplishments. We are very different, so we have difficulty with really bonding and talking about things regularly, and it really makes me feel like a terrible sister. My nieces and nephew are absolute diamonds to me, and I'm especially close to Ash's oldest daughter Aubree. She and I are very similar in a lot of areas, so I really relate to her, even in her young age. Ryder really seems to like me, and I love that little rascal, too. :') My youngest niece Emerson is still only a baby, so she can't really communicate in words yet, but she is still a beautiful darling that I'd protect with my life in not even a blink. That covers who I consider my "immediate" family, really, at least that I see regularly. What’s something you disagree with about the way you were raised? I am very firmly against spanking, but my parents did it. I think since Ash's kids were born though, Mom's opinion changed on it. It was around that time, I know. She won't lay a hand on them. Who was the last person to add you as a friend on Facebook? I have no clue, actually. Who was the last person that asked if you were okay? *shrug* The last time you were in a car, who was driving? My mom. Did you ever get into a bar and drink before you were 21? Never tried. What countries have you been to? I've never left the U.S. Honestly, is that car insured? I don't have my own car. What do you think about gay marriage? I vigorously support it. Do you like Carrie Underwood? I actually do. She has a beautiful voice. How far away do you live from your parents? I live with my mom. Idk how far I am from Dad, really... but not THAT far. How do you like your steak cooked? Medium well. Have you ever been to Mount Rushmore? No, and I don't want to. It is absolute vandalism. Where is your favorite place (that you have actually been to)? Chicago blew me away, but I think it's just because it was SO foreign to me. I actually don't like cities very much, but for a brief visit, I thought it was very cool. Do you believe places can really be haunted? Yes. Do you take anti-depressants? Sleeping pills? No. I took anti-depressants for I think most of my life, and they did nothing for me. Come to learn from the doctor who actually set my meds straight that anti-depressants for people with bipolarity do nothing but aggravate the symptoms of bipolarity, and I was living evidence. I take mood stabilizers for said disorder instead. I don't take sleeping pills; none seem to work for me. What’s your favourite brand of peanut butter? Maybe Skippy? Idk, I'm not very picky with pb. What’s your favourite Lunchables meal? The nachos one. How many languages can you recite the alphabet in? Two. Do you like Bob Marley? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I can't stand his voice. Have you ever eaten at Golden Corral? Yeah, but I'm not a fan. Buffets gross me out. Do you sit and eat dinner at the same table with your family? We very rarely sit at the table. Have you been working hard to achieve something lately? If not, what was the last thing you worked hard to achieve? Losing weight, yes. I am honestly trying so hard at the gym, like to the point I've almost fallen many times as well as been overtaken by incredible nausea a lot. I don't feel like I'm over-working, necessarily, just working my ass off. Do you use ice cubes in your fountain drinks? No, because it waters the drink down and I hate it. Would you ever want your very own library, or do you not read enough for it to be worth it? No. I don't read nearly enough, and besides, can you imagine all the dust? What site did you originally start doing surveys on? I actually don't know... Have you ever used something other than water to make ice cubes? What did you do with them? I've actually never thought to do that. Would you ever willingly experience life temporarily without sight, hearing, or any of your other senses, simply to know what it is like? Fuck no. I would go insane. In what ways are you very judgmental? I'll judge the fuck out of rapists, child molesters, pedophiles, people like that with no goddamn shame. But your average person, I try not to judge very much. What is your main problem in life right now? It's hard to determine my main problem, honestly. There are a lot of issues going on in my life that've just piled up into one big tangled mess. Do your “favourites” change often? Definitely not. I've had the same favorites in so many topics for forever. Have you ever read a biography on someone? I've read Ozzy's autobiography, and I also read the Some Kind of Monster Metallica book, which was written by I want to say St. Anger's musical director? This was a very long time ago, and honestly, I thought it was pretty boring, so my memory is faint. You learned quite a bit about the band in his time with them, but damn, I don't care about the musical director al;skdfal;we. Do you know anyone who has ever been in a movie? Who and what movie were they in? What was their part? Not to my knowledge. I have an acquaintance who's had minor acting roles, but I don't believe she's ever been in a film. When was the last time you brought a pet to the vet? What was wrong with it? I want to say around two years ago (probably less) when we got my cat neutered. Have you ever made your way through a corn maze? No.

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Sweet but Psycho

Summary: How different would the Outer Banks be if JJ Maybank was cast as a girl?...Here is Female!JJ’s backstory in the OBX along with how I would rewrite the scene where they find the gun in the motel with this change.

Pairing: ........Not even gonna lie here, Female!JJ and John B. would 100% happen so here it is.

Warnings: Drinking/Alcohol, Mentions of Drug Use, Mentions of Sex (nothing graphic…just implied!), Mentions of Abuse and Trama, Physical Fighting

Word Count: 5,654

A/N: I don’t know WHAT possessed me to write this. I saw an Instagram post asking what it would be like if JJ was actually a girl in Outer Banks and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. Also, tell me this song from the title wouldn’t be perfect for her?! Also, I know Amber Heard is extremely problematic....but her around circa 2011 would make such a good female!JJ

Enjoy!

Grab a cop gun kinda crazy. She's poison but tasty. People say, "Run, don't walk away"

The Outer Banks. Paradise on earth as John B. would call it, along with the other Pogues and many outsiders who came to visit for the summer and then leave. It was a place of adventure, mystery and all around good times. But while on the surface all seemed like a perfect paradise, under the waves of perfection were dangerous rip currents that threatened the carefree nature of the Pogues.

Enter Juliana Jordan Maybank. Better known as JJ to almost everyone who knew her on the island. A Pogue in every sense of the word. She lived on the cut with her alcoholic and drug addicted father. Her mother walked out on the two of them early on in JJ’s life and really all she could remember about her was the fact that she didn’t want to take JJ with her when she left. Her father consistently blamed JJ for her mother leaving which would usually end in yelling that escalated to punches being thrown.

She found refuge though with her friends. They never seemed to question the late night calls, random meet ups at odd hours and the occasional impromptu kegger at the beach. It was the perfect escape when she needed an excuse to get drunk or high and forget the events that happened before.

There was Kiara, the stereotypical islander. If you needed advice on how to save the planet, she was your go to and she could usually be found at parties educating tourists. Her and JJ had been friends for a while despite the fact that she was part Kook. Kie was the person JJ went to when she needed genuine girl time...which was rare. She could recall, though, nights where she would show up to Kie’s house crying and the girl would know exactly what to do to make it better. Some nights it was smoking a blunt and eating raw cookie dough until the early hours of the morning, other nights it was braiding hair on the floor of the bedroom and ranting about boys. Either way, Kiara was always the person JJ found herself going to when she needed help.

Pope was the next Pogue that came to mind when thinking about the group. He was the brains of the operation and was working hard this summer at earning a scholarship of some kind...JJ couldn’t remember what....she could just remember him ranting and raving about it while she helped him deliver groceries to the Kooks on Figure 8. Pope was the one JJ went to when she needed help with her homework....and by that she meant she copied Pope’s homework nearly every time. She was also thankful for Pope’s father because, no matter how much he said he couldn’t stand her, she knew that he was the father figure she lacked in her own. She felt more like an older sister to Pope than a good friend, always protective over him and ready to fist fight anyone who hurt him in any way.

And then, there was John B....John Booker Routledge. The two had been best friends and nearly inseparable since the third grade. It all started at lunch when she stole food from the shaggy haired boy and they got into a full on fist fight in the cafeteria. It turns out when you have to spend the entire day in the principal’s office with someone, you find out you have a lot in common. The two had been best friends ever since. As the years went on, there were of course the rumors that ran through the island about the two of them. They were always denied though. That was JJ’s specialty. She would always use the phrase, “deny, deny, deny” when getting the Pogues out of trouble. That’s exactly what she did every time she was questioned about her relationship with John B. She would deny, deny and deny.

No one had to know about the nights she spent at the Chateau after Big John went missing. No one had to know about the touches that lingered on her skin. No one had to know about the two of them waking up in a tangle of sheets in the early morning hours. No one had to know anything. John B. was there for her when no one else was. She knew that she could show up to his house at any time and be welcomed with a hug and a kiss on the head. She knew that his bed was always there when she needed a place to sleep and his shoulder was always there for her to cry into. She had been with him through thick and thin and both of them were dealing with their own problems right now. John B. was fighting with the DCS to stay on the island and JJ was fighting to even stay alive living in the same house with her father.

The worst was the night that she showed up with a black eye and a bloody nose at the house, a sobbing mess. John B. insisted he pay her father a visit but JJ convinced him otherwise. The night ended in the way she wanted it to, laying in his bed in the Chateau under the covers with his arms wrapped tightly around her. He snored quietly into her neck as she stared out the open window at the stars and played with his hair that was falling in front of his face. She didn’t want moments like this to end but she knew the others couldn’t find out about it.

Then, everything changed the day that Hurricane Agatha hit the island.

The two Pogues woke up the morning after the storm hit, they had surfed the surge of the storm the night before, to assess storm damage. While John B. cleaned up the HMS Pogue and threw stray branches that landed in the boat, JJ stood on the porch and watched. She wore one of John B’s button up shirts that barely hit the tops of her thighs while she sipped one of the beers she found in the kitchen from the night before.

“Agatha did some work, huh?” She called, leaning up against the open screen door from the porch. John B. didn’t look up from his work, throwing branches to the ground from the inside of the boat.

“She sure did...” He mumbled, grunting as he threw one of the larger branches to the side. “I think the storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. All the drum are going to chase the crab.”

“What about the DCS? Wasn’t that today?” She asked, finally putting her drink down and stepping down off the porch. She grabbed a couple of branches herself, throwing them off to the side.

John B. laughed and shook his head, “No, they’re not going to get on the ferry today....Come on, think about it, this is God telling us to fish.” He added, pointing up to the sky. JJ rolled her eyes but she couldn’t argue with him as she walked back inside to get dressed and start the day.

The first stop on the expedition was to pick up Pope from his father’s seafood market. The job wouldn’t be easy but they felt as though they could do it. The trip to town was just as it normally was via the water. John B. drove the HMS Pogue and JJ stood at the front, watching the people passing by on the shore and telling them good morning.

“Hey Miss Amy,” John B. called as he waved to a woman standing on a passing dock with her husband. JJ eyed both of them as they passed.

“Still here,” The woman called from the deck, throwing some garbage into a trash bag from their boat. The two were silent for a bit as they passed the couple when JJ leaned in closer to John B.

“Her husband totally looked at me,” JJ said with a slight smirk on her face.

John B. rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I saw it. Don’t remind me.” He stated, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

As the two came closer to town, the damage from the storm became more noticeable and it was obvious that the clean up would probably take a majority of the summer. JJ smirked again as she saw Pope standing on a nearby dock cleaning garbage like the couple had been doing before. She took a step closer to the edge of the boat, making a whooping siren noise.

“Well, look who we have here.” She said, leaning forward onto the side of the boat with her hands. She moved her hair out of her face, running one of her hands through it to get a better look at Pope.

“We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory.” John B. said into a fake intercom and JJ laughed, standing up straight again.

“I can’t. My pop’s got me on lockdown,” Pope said, sounding defeated as he watched his friends pull up in the boat. “Why am I not surprised to see you two together this early in the morning.” Pope added, eyeing the two of his friends who looked at each other and then back to the boy on the dock.

“Come on, Pope.” JJ said, pretending to talk into a radio like John B. had done before her. “Your dad’s a pussy, over.” She said, causing John B. to start laughing which made her start as well.

“Oh, I heard that.” Heyward said in an angry tone as he emerged from further back down the dock.

“We need your son.” John B. chimed in.

“Yeah, don’t you know island rules? The day after a hurricane is a free day.” She added, putting her hands on her hips and shrugging as if it was common knowledge to everyone.

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward asked.

“Uhm, Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance. I have a card.” She added as John B. pulled up to the dock. The comment created an argument between Pope and his father as he argued that he would do the work tomorrow and Heyward really wasn’t believing a word he was saying.

“Get in the boat,” John B. whispered to him as he came to a stop.

“Make a run for it,” JJ added, stepping over to give room for Pope as he ran and jumped into the boat. “See? How does it feel?” JJ laughed, giving him a hug around the neck before releasing. She put on her sunglasses and found a seat at the front of the boat while Heyward’s protests from the dock began to fade out. The only thing she could really make out from the argument was Heyward yelling, “I don’t like your friends” as they fled quickly in the HMS Pogue.

Next was Kiara who was waiting on the dock as if she knew they were coming and JJ scooted over to give her a place to sit beside her. She carried a cooler and Pope questioned if she was carrying juice boxes to which JJ asked if she was carrying her kind of juice boxes and the friends erupted in laughter. Kie carefully stepped onto the boat and confirmed that she did.

The friends enjoyed their time together on the water, soaking in the sun and getting tipsy from the drinks in the cooler. JJ was once again convinced that she could balance on the front of the Pogue “titanic style” and call it a party trick, even though it failed and she lost her balance every time. This time though she was convinced she could do it.

“John B., are you going to join me? I really need a Jack to my Rose.” She laughed, balancing on the very edge of the front of the boat. Pope was driving and he glanced at Kie who gave him a look about the other two. John B. reluctantly agreed as he made his way to the front of the boat.

“You fall every single time you do this.” He pointed out, placing his hands on her hips as they did their best Titanic impression.

The good time was cut short though as the boat lurched forward and sent the two Pogues flipping and flying into the water. They landed practically on each other before surfacing and letting out some groans of pain.

“Jesus, Pope!” Kiara exclaimed as she fell out of her seat and rolled on the floor of the boat. In the water, John B. quickly swam over to the other Pogue in the water, looking at her with worry.

“You okay, JJ?” He asked, obviously worried that she had been hurt from the fall.

“I really think my heels touched the back of my head.” She groaned before trying to swim back to the boat. John B. agreed and followed her lead.

“Kie? You okay?” He asked, pulling himself back up into the boat and JJ followed.

“I’m alright.” She answered, standing up and brushing herself off.

“Pope, what did you do?!” JJ asked, pulling herself back up into the boat as well and wringing out her long dirty blonde hair that was now soaking wet.

“Sandbar, the channel changed.” He explained.

“Yeah no shit.” She fired back, still wringing out her hair.

Pope peered over the side of the boat, squinting in the morning sun.

“Guys,” He started. “I think there’s a boat down there.”

The others rolled their eyes, not beliving a thing their friend was saying. How could a boat be here? In the middle of this marsh that they traveled almost every single day. It was rarely busy and unusual that a boat would have sank without them knowing it.

“Guys, I’m serious there’s a boat down there.” He says again and they all crowd to the edge to get a look. Sure enough, there was a boat resting at the bottom of the marsh. It was barely visible but the friends dove into the water to get a better look. “You think there’s a dead body down there?” Pope added.

The murky water of the marsh made it hard to see but it was clear that the boat was a Grady White. One of the most expensive boats out there. The friends had no choice but to return to the surface for air after a few seconds.

“You guys saw that, right?!” JJ asked, excitedly as she pushed her hair away from her face and the other’s agreed and laughed at the sight of the Grady White. “That’s a Grady White.” She added, her extensive knowledge of boats shining through. “A new one of those is like...$500,000 easily.”

The four returned to the boat, wringing out their hair and drying off in the hot sun and the summer heat almost immediately as they took their places on the boat.

“That’s the boat I saw when we surfed the surge,” John B. added.

“You guys surfed the surge?” Kiara asked, looking between JJ and John B. in horror at the idea of her friends doing such a thing. “What are you turning into one of those couples that is ready to die together too?”

“We’re not together.” John B. said a little too quickly and defensively. “We just....wanted to surf the surge.”

After protests and arguments from the other two about their relationship, John B. decided to be the one to volunteer to dive in and see if he could find out who the owner of the boat was. JJ told him it was too deep and attempted to talk him out of diving.

“It’s only too deep for the weak and feeble, JJ.” John B. smirked, incredibly close to her face as he said it. Her eyes drifted down to his lips and then their eyes locked again.

“Well...,” She stammered, “I’m not resuscitating you. I’m just...making that clear up front.” She added, the distance between them closing in just a little more.

“Get a room!” Kiara called which caused the two Pogues to snap out of whatever they were doing. To break the awkwardness, JJ decided to push John B. into the water with the anchor as she yelled, “Diver down!”

After what seemed like hours, John B. finally emerged from the water and JJ let out a silent sigh of relief as Kie exclaimed that it took forever. John B. held up his treasure from the boat. A single motel key on a yellow key chain.

“A key?” Pope questioned.

“Yes, a key, Pope.” John B. fired back.

“Great. A $500,000 boat and we salvaged a motel key.” JJ rolled her eyes, helping John B. back into the boat from the water as they made their way back to the island to report the wreck...which didn’t go as planned at all. John B. and JJ had been the ones to venture from the boat and report it but their reports fell upon silent ears and the screams from others about damaged boats.

“Well, that went well.” Pope said sarcastically as the two came back outside. “What’s the plan?”

JJ was leaning up against John B. without thinking about it as she listened, leaning her head against his shoulder.

“I know how we’re going to find the guy who owns that boat.” John B. stated confidently as JJ took the key from his hand.

“We don’t know whose room that is. It could be anyone.” Pope added.

“I’m in.” JJ stated, tossing the key to Kiara.

“I’ll be lookout.” She smiled.

“Hey, at least you’ll only be an accomplice.” John B. shrugged as they walked back to the boat.

The key belonged to a room at the Summer Winds motel. It was a less than ideal location before and now, after the storm, it looked even worse.

“And I thought the Chateau looked bad...” JJ mumbled under her breath, pulling her long hair up into a ponytail in the humidity of the morning.

“This place is a shitshow.” John B. added.

“Motel or meth lab?” Kiara joked, looking at the building.

“You be the judge.” Pope added to the conversation.

“Doesn’t look like the place somebody with a Grady White stays.” John B. pointed out, glancing over and watching JJ pull her hair up into a high ponytail.

“It looks like the type of place somebody with a Grady White would bet killed.” JJ added, staring at the building. “HMS Pogue coming in for a landing.” She added, jumping from the tip of the boat to the wet grass on the shore.

“All right,” John B. let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as JJ tied the boat off on the edge. “Here goes nothing.” He added.

“Hey.” Pope said, eyeing the two Pogues on the land and then letting his gaze fall on John B. “Don’t let her do anyting stupid.” He sighed, pointing to JJ.

“Oh we will.” JJ smirked.

“I’m not making promises.” John B. sighed because he truly didn’t know what would come from this situation.

“Be careful.” Kiara added, her eyes lingering on John B. “I mean it.”

John B. blushed and smiled a bit before agreeing and JJ noticed the interaction, a pain hitting in her stomach at the sight of it. Kiara was beautiful. She knew that. She also knew that John B. could drop her any second that he wanted to and be with Kiara which made her jealous and angry as the two walked to the motel. She gave him a questioning look as he jumped from the boat to the land and grabbed her arm gently.

“Come on, let’s go.” John B. said quietly, jogging to the parking lot. “Why are all of these mattresses out here?” He asked as they walked.

JJ tried to not like her jealousy show through but she couldn’t shake the image of John B. and Kiara out of her head. Was this something that he thought about frequently? Why did he blush like that at her touch?

“Hello? JJ?” John B. asked and it brought the Pogue back to reality and out of her thoughts.

“What?” She asked, shaking her head as if to come back to the conversation.

“I said, why are all these mattresses out here?” John B. repeated.

“Oh, after a hurricane they ditch them beacuse they’re moldy.” JJ explained with a shrug, looking at the key in John B’s hand as he twirled it. The duo climbed the stairs and began walking down the hall when JJ couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“What the fuck was that about down there with Kiara?” She asked, glancing down at her feet and then over to John B.

John B. rolled his eyes and looked away before laughing, “I knew you were going to over think that shit.”

“So you admit that there was something going on?” JJ asked, stopping for a moment to look at the boy as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“JJ, you’re overthinking things. She was just being nice...Kie is one of my best friends.” John B. sighed.

“Oh really?” JJ frowned, grabbing John B’s shoulders and rubbing them gently and seductively. “Just be so careful, John.” She mocked in a voice that was thick and sultry.

“God, you’re so weirded out about me and Kiara. JJ, nothing is going on there.” John B. frowned, pushing her hands away from his shoulders.

“Then what the hell was that about?” She asked, her voice filling with anger now more than anything.

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful!” He frowned, finally turning around to look at the blonde standing behind him while they walked. Their eyes locked and silence fell between the two of them for a moment before JJ rolled her eyes yet again.

“Since she heard you’re being threatened with exile, she’s just been, like..,” JJ trailed off, putting on her mocking voice again and rubbing his shoulders seductively. “Oh, be so careful, John B. Just give me the John D. already.”

“Juliana!” John B. quickly turned around and she was shocked at the use of her actual first name instead of the nickname that usually escaped his lips. “You know the rules, no Pogue-on-Pogue macking.”

“Oh really,” JJ laughed and rolled her eyes. “You really are going to throw that rule in my face when you’re explaining this to me? As if we didn’t just break it about 12 hours ago for the millionth time at your house.” She said. “You don’t care about that dumbass macking rule so tell me the truth.”

“I could ask them same thing about you and Pope,” He defended. “He’s the one who’s always hitting on you and I never say anything about it. You’re always over at his house and you never tell me why.”

JJ knew that a fight was about to break out between the two right here at this motel and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Who cares? This isn’t about me and Pope. Anyway, Pope is like a little brother to me so if you really think something is going on there then....” She trails off, stopping at the door the key belonged to.

“You need help,” John B. mumbled, shaking his head and looking at the locked door in front of the two. “Not like a little bit of help but like a lot of help.”

And that was all it took to send the blonde over the edge. She bit her lip gently, shoving him against the outdoor wall of the hotel and looking deep into his eyes. Her forearm was against his chest. John B. would be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking about turning around and doing the same to her right here and not care who saw.

“I’m sick and tired of every girl who has a heartbeat coming around you and you’re just like....,” She trails off, her eyes moving from his down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. “Ugh...” She scoffed, removing her arm from his chest and pushing him slightly into the wall.

“I could say the same thing about you,” John B. frowned, stepping closer to the girl in front of him until she was leaning against the leaning against the iron railing of the motel. “Every guy that comes around you’re just like....You’re just ready to give him whatever he wants. Daddy issues to the extreme.”

“Fuck you, John B.” She spat back at him and shoved him slightly once again. “Fuck. You.”

“Just...Come on, this is us. Twenty-nine.” John B. sighed and JJ was standing slightly behind him with her arms crossed over her chest. “This is it.”

John B. knocked quietly on the door a couple of times, waiting for a response that didn’t come and he knocked again. JJ rolled her eyes.

“You have to be way more aggressive than that if you wand a response,” She said, shoving the boy out of the way gently and beating on the door multiple times. “Housekeeping!” She yelled in a booming and deep voice that came from deep within.

“Yes, please draw more attention to us than is needed.” John B. said, cautiously looking around to make sure no one heard the commotion that was going on. “Should we try to just open it?” He asked as JJ peered in the window beside the door and she nodded in response.

“There’s no power or security cameras. No one is going to know.” She added as John B popped the door open.

He shined the flashlight inside and the two looked around. No blood, no evidence of a murder...it was a good start already. It was a typical looking motel room. Two double beds against the wall, an outdated television against the other and god awful art hanging on the empty spaces. A large black duffel bag sat on one of the beds.

“Check the bag. See if there’s a name on there somewhere.” John B. said, shining the light on it before he closed the door and began searching.

“Here’s a jacket,” JJ noted. “No name on it though.” She added, slipping the jacket over her shoulders and trying it on for size. It was way to big on her but that wouldn’t stop her from taking it.

“Well, he’s definitely over 50. He’s got New Balances.” John B. sighed.

“Maybe this is where they were fishing,” JJ suggested, looking at a stray piece of paper that was laying on the beside table.

“No, that’s off the continental shelf. No one fishes there.” John B. shook his head and the two continued to search the motel room for anything that might lead to an explanation for who owned the boat.

“Would it be frowned upon if I stole this bag in here in the bathroom? I mean, I’m really running low on toothpaste.” She said, rummaging through the things on the bathroom counter before putting some in her pocket.

“We’re not stealing shit.” John B. protested and began to try random number combinations for the in room safe. Maybe there was a clue in there.

While JJ and John B. were searching for the owner of the Grady White, their lookout team of Kiara and Pope were outside in the HMS Pogue as the Kildare County Sheriff truck pulled up. With no way to warn their friends, the two panicked. The towers were down from the storm and there was no way to call. There was also no way to get to the room, warn them and get out before the police showed up beating on the door. Pope tried to reassure Kiara that the cops weren’t going up there but she knew better as they were talking and pointing to the room on the corner.

John B. was still hard at work trying to open the safe and JJ breathing down his neck was helping nothing. She shed the jacket, laying it on the bed to take with her when they left.

“Punching shit at random. That will definitely work.” She rolled her eyes.

“Do you have a better idea?” John B. frowned and turned to look at the blonde. After remembering the random numbers written on a piece of paper beside the bed and trying them, the safe popped open and revealed a large sum of cash inside as well as a gun. “Holy shit...,” John B. mumbled, looking inside at the contents. “JJ.” He added, trying to get her attention and stop her random ramblings from behind him. “You’re going to want to see this.”

Her eyes widened at the contents of the safe and she quickly grabbed for the gun that was laying on a stack of cash.

“You grabbed the gun?!” John B. scolded as he watched the girl look the weapon over. In JJ’s mind, this was her chance. This was her once chance at having something that would protect her from the fights that happened at home and while she hoped she never really had to use it, she would feel untouchable by owning it. Her dad wouldn’t stand a chance if she pulled something like this out on him during one of their nightly arguments that usually turned physical. “Put the gun back, JJ!” John B. whisper yelled urgently, trying to grab it from the girl’s hand as she laughed. She held the gun up, making fake shooting noises and John B. frantically tried to take the weapon from her while still looking at the door. “Put the gun back. We are not stealing anything.” He said through clenched teeth as she shined the light on his face.

“Just, just take a picture of me. Come on, you have to admit I look like a badass holding this.” She said, taking her hair down from the ponytail and flipping it over her shoulder while posing with the gun. “I look just like I belong in Charlie’s Angel’s.”

“Yes, let’s create our own incriminating evidence. JJ, I’m not asking you again. Put the fucking gun down.” John B. said urgently, still trying to take it from her hands.

The argument was cut short by a rock hitting the window in which their lookouts warned them of the cops coming up to the room just as they knocked on the door. JJ scrambled, grabbing the gun and a handful of cash and shoving as much as she could in the pockets of her denim shorts. The two managed to flee out the window just in time for the cops to open the door as they stood as still as statues on either side of the window. They exchanged glances as they listened for the coast to be clear. They could hear their friends talking on the boat behind them and Kiara urging the two to come down. She once again reminded John B. to be careful and JJ shot him a look.

“Not. Now.” He said through clenched teeth as he looked at the girl standing opposite of him outside the window.

“Be so careful, John B.” JJ whispered in the mocking tone again which caused John B. to tell her to shut up and he attempted to swat at her arm to get her to be quiet. In a matter of seconds though, as he hit her arm, the gun fell from her pocket. The metal of the gun and the metal of the overhang they were standing on made a loud clanging noise and everyone held their breath. John B. closed his eyes tightly, mumbling every curse word he could think of under his breath. As the blinds on the window flew open, he held his finger to his lips and signaled for her to stay silent no matter what. When the police left, they both let out a sigh of relief as they climbed down and back on the boat.

“Well, that was fun.” JJ said and the others groaned in disbelief at the comment. “Really though you could have warned us a little sooner.”

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene.” John B. sighed, leaning up against the seat while he drove the boat through the marsh.

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asked, expecting the answer to be no.

JJ smirked, “Did we find anything?” She asked, pulling the gun and the load of cash from her back pockets. “Oh yeah, we did.”

“What the hell?!” Pope jumped up quickly from his seat and Kiara watched in half horror, half amazement. “Why would you take that from a crime scene?!”

“It’s better than the cops having it.” JJ defended and John B. laughed at Pope’s near breakdown. JJ tried to reassure him that it would all be okay. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, holding the gun up and admiring it. John B. caught himself staring at her arm around his shoulders and he quickly looked away. He was no better than her if he started speculating that anything was happening between the two of them. They were just close friends...at least, John B. hoped. He would be lying though if he said he didn’t think about being with Kie once or twice. JJ didn’t have to know that though. She also didn’t have to know that the two shared a kiss once or twice. Both times they were too drunk to care and JJ was off somewhere, probably hooking up with some tourist at their expensive vacation home. John B. looked at JJ and then away at the water once again.

“I’m actually living the nightmare...” Pope mumbled, slumping back down in his seat and away from the touch as JJ laughed and found a spot between John B and Kiara...intentionally.

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J/H 7-21: 2120 So. Michigan Ave.

As I said last time, these rewrites are now setting up for the series finale instead of just adjusting the Jackie/Hyde material, and that brings us to an episode where there is no Jackie/Hyde at all! Well, to be more specific - none of the scenes with Jackie and Hyde from this episode got rewritten. Here, Eric's situation with Casey and the gym gets a total overhaul, in preparation for what's to come with his teaching career... (the Zen will be back next time, promise.)

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SHOW TITLE INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – NIGHT A war zone, of sorts. The couch, the chairs, the coffee table, the floor – everything in sight is covered with potato chips, and potato chip bags lie everywhere. KELSO lies on the floor beneath the coffee table while HYDE crouches behind the turned-over lawn chair. Slowly, they stand, with ERIC and FEZ doing the same from behind the couch. HYDE: That was probably our second-best potato chip war ever. RED enters from the stairs. He freezes on the landing when he gets a sight of things. RED: What the hell? KELSO: (sits on couch) We'll clean it up later, dude. RED: I'm not your "dude," and you never clean anything up. KELSO: Well, we mean to, but then we leave, and then we come back, and it's already cleaned up. RED: (to all) You eat my food, you dirty up my house, and every time I go into a bedroom, I have to wonder about finding one of you naked with some poor girl! FEZ: Well, at least you know that if you find me naked in a room, I'm by myself. RED: All right, I want everybody who doesn't live in this house to get out now! KELSO: (stands) You know what? You're a real bummer, man. Come on, Fez. Let's go to our new apartment, where people can do whatever they want, whenever they want. Just like the Bible says - "let my people do whatever they want." He and Fez exit through the basement door. Hyde rights the lawn chair and sits. Eric moves around the couch to stand before Red. RED: And you want to be a teacher. You – Mr. Salty Spud. Yeah, America’s got a bright future ahead of her, now that her fresh young minds are all gonna be learning from Mr. Salty Spud. ERIC: Dad, you’ve wanted me to get a plan together for my future all year. How about a little bit of support now that I have one? RED: How about a little bit of my foot in your ass? How can I believe that you’re any more serious about teaching than all the other crap you’ve tried, when I come down here and find you buried in Lay’s with the foreign kid? ERIC: Well, I am serious. I already talked to UW, they gave me a spot in the teaching college, and I found a way to get myself prepared over the summer. You know, test the waters. Red’s eyes narrow; he’s suspicious. RED: How? ERIC: The high school has that summer sports program for younger kids. I signed up to be an assistant coach. Red regards his son for a minute, then bursts into laughter, which Hyde joins in on. RED: (through laughter) Assistant coach? You? What sport could you possibly help teach? He and Hyde erupt again. ERIC (cont’d): What? No, I – come on, I can do this. I mean, I know the rules. I know how most sports work. HYDE: That’s true. When the wrestling team used to beat him up after gym, he knew exactly what holds they were using. ERIC: Yeah. And, you know, what is teaching if not passing on the wealth of knowledge you have about things you have no ability to do? Red sighs and Hyde snickers.

MAIN CREDITS BUMPER MUSIC NOTE: “Welcome Back” by John Sebastian. INT. SCHOOL GYM – DAY Summertime sports, inexplicably confined inside: the gym floor is cleared, but racks of baseball bats, ball nets, and various items of protective gear line the walls. Kids in Point Place Players T-shirts and shorts shuffle awkwardly around, quietly chatting with one another as they await the commencement of summer training. A man in a green track suit, his back to the camera, stretches in one corner. Eric, also dressed in T-shirt and shorts, enters with DONNA and KITTY. ERIC: All right, first day on the road to teaching. Man, I can’t wait. (nods to kids) I get to take all these little guys and help lead them to their futures. Which, for nine out of ten, will be menial jobs in a crappy Wisconsin town – but when that one left makes it big, I bet you he’ll remember Mr. Forman. DONNA: Okay, I’m proud of you, but you probably shouldn’t call them “little guys.” A few of them are bigger than you. Eric “ahs” and nods. Seeing the man stretching, he takes a step toward him and raises his hand in greeting. ERIC: Hey there, coach. Eric Forman, your new assistant, ready to play. The man turns around, revealing: DONNA: Casey Kelso? Indeed it is. CASEY’S track suit is open, showing off the T-shirt underneath, and a whistle hangs around his neck. He’s also grown a very ‘70s – and very “gym coach” – moustache that doesn’t suit him. CASEY: Hey there, Pinciotti. Wow, look who you got with you - little Foreplay. He ruffles Eric’s hair. ERIC: Yep, that's me. Okay. Okay, okay! (jerks his head back) Okay. CASEY: And Mrs. Forman. God, you get younger every time I see you. KITTY: (swooning) Oh, me too. CASEY: Yeah. (to Donna) Pinciotti, you are looking so good. You know, now I’m trying to figure out why I ever broke up with a blonde. DONNA: I was a redhead then. CASEY: Man, I gotta start paying attention. The thing is, see, I got this tendency to, uh... what's the word? KITTY: Smolder? DONNA: (to Casey) I think the word you're looking for is ditch – bail - run away. CASEY: No, no. Oh, wait, did you say "bail?" KITTY: So, Casey, how did we get so lucky to see you here today – (touches his arm) A little bit sweaty? (laughs) CASEY: Well, um, I'm the coach. ERIC: No way. That's funny. It looks like a normal gym, but apparently, I've stumbled into the mouth of Hell. CASEY: Yeah, see, the regular coach needed someone to fill in, so he called the best quarterback that Point Place High ever had. And I figured, you know, the cheerleaders - they practice in here, so it'd give me a good chance to see what's gonna be on the market in a couple years. ERIC: And I have to be your assistant? CASEY: Looks like it. Speaking of which, we’d better get started. (blows whistle) All right, kids, give me two minutes of laps around the room, go! He blows his whistle again. The kids scramble into their laps. Casey shakes his head as they move. CASEY (cont’d): Hustle, Weaselface! Come on, Fishhead! Hey, Two-Chin, no snacks on your laps! ERIC: Do you just have rude and demeaning nicknames for everyone? CASEY: Yeah. See, I got this thing with the kids where they tell me their names and I don’t remember ‘em. He blows his whistle again, driving the kids to pick up the pace, as Eric shakes his head in disbelief. *** INT. SCHOOL GYM - DAY It’s an interesting regiment that Casey has the kids on: with all the sports equipment available, he has everyone in a line across the gym, throwing balls at one lone kid cowering in the corner. Casey and Eric stand by the door, observing. Eric notes the fear of the victim and the reluctance of the throwers; Casey strokes his moustache, checks his watch, and casually blows the whistle. CASEY: Okay, that’s your time up, Chipmunk. Grab a ball and fall in line. Forehead, you’re next. The next boy in line, a skinny kid in glasses, timidly steps forward as the others gather up the balls. ERIC: (to Casey) You nicknamed that kid “Forehead?” That’s – come on, man. That’s not even good. CASEY: Well, I’d go with “Foreplay” since his name starts with “for,” but you took that one. ERIC: Whatever. What’s the point of this game, anyway? CASEY: It’s Target, Foreplay. You have a target – (points to Forehead) And the point is to hit it. ERIC: Yeah, but why? I mean, a game like this is just mean. Sports should teach kids, you know, strategy and teamwork and how to deal with drunken, angry people who could never do your job telling you how you could be better at it. Come on, Casey, give them something fun to do. Casey looks Eric over, scoffs, and blows his whistle. CASEY: (to the kids) Hold up there, Forehead. Y’all have a new target for Target. ERIC: Wait, new target? What’s... QUICK CUT: New angle. Eric cowers in the corner as balls bombard him from all sides. *** INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY Late afternoon. Kitty and Donna are at the kitchen table, sharing a cup of tea. An exhausted Eric staggers in through the patio door and drops down in the empty seat at the table. KITTY: Hi, honey. How was your first day of school? ERIC: It was awful. Casey's a terrible coach. He’s just bullying those kids. KITTY: Oh, that doesn't sound like my Casey. (beat) I mean, the world's Casey. ERIC: Man, it's like he’s everything guys like me hate about school gym, you know? Nothing’s fun, you don’t learn anything – it’s just some botard with a whistle calling you names, throwing things at you, and walking out halfway through practice so he can check out the cheerleaders. DONNA: Eric, you signed up for this summer sports program to get started as a teacher. You’re the assistant coach. If Casey leaves, you’re in charge. Why don’t you use that time to teach the kids? You know, as long as it isn’t how to throw? ERIC: You know what? You’re right. KITTY: Well, I just can’t believe someone working at the school is taking a peek at those cheerleaders. I have half a mind to put on some lipstick and go have a talk with Casey. She stands, taking her cup with her. Eric and Donna share a look as she crosses to the sink. *** INT. SCHOOL GYM - DAY The next morning. The kids are all there, but Casey is nowhere to be found. Eric enters and looks around. One thing is obvious: no one wants to be there. ERIC: (to himself) You know, if this teaching thing falls through and I end up working in a funeral home, it’ll probably be the same atmosphere. (to the kids) Okay, guys, Coach Kelso’s out... assessing the market, so – looks like I’m in charge. Now, who here’s signed up for soccer? No one raises their hand. ERIC (cont’d): Who here’s signed up for basketball? No one raises their hand. ERIC (cont’d): Who here’s dad signed them up to get them out of the house? Every hand goes up. ERIC (cont’d): Wow. It’s like Bizarro Superman. You know, Superman’s dad sent him to a planet with a yellow sun to give him superpowers, and ours send us to the Institute of Things We Can’t Do. That gets a nervous chuckle out of the kids. Eric smiles and rolls with it. ERIC (cont’d): Okay, let’s forget about the ball sports for a minute. Um... oh! Has anyone here seen Star Wars? The kids all gasp. One of them, FOREHEAD, puts his hand up. FOREHEAD: You’ve seen Star Wars? ERIC: (laughing) Oh, kid – I think we’re all in for a much better day today. He takes a fold-up lightsaber from his pocket, extends the blade, and strikes a few poses. The kids, wide-eyed, take it all in. FADE TO BLACK COMMERCIAL BUMPER INT. SCHOOL GYM - DAY Shortly after the previous scene. A complete turn-around in atmosphere: the kids, wearing baseball catcher’s masks for protection, are all enthusiastically practicing lightsaber combat with whiffle bats. Eric paces behind the attacking line, his lightsaber held over his shoulder. ERIC: Yes – very good, little ones. Remember – (doing Obi-Wan) “A Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him.” He chuckles and continues down the line. He pauses at one pair, where the defender keeps missing his parries. ERIC (cont’d): Hey, Westley? Watch the shoulders, not the blade. You’ll see the strike coming. (to another pair) Fisher, try mixing up your attacks, buddy. Don’t go for the head every time. He makes it to the end of the line, where “Forehead” is aggressively attacking his partner. ERIC (cont’d): Whoa, Forrest, ease up. You’re not fighting Darth Vader here. You’re practicing with Biggs. “BIGGS” pushes his mask up. BIGGS: Coach Forman, can that be my new nickname? I hate the one Coach Kelso gave me. ERIC: What was it? BIGGS: Butthead. ERIC: Wow, he is really slipping with those. He indicates for “Biggs” to flip his mask back down and resume practice. *** INT. SCHOOL GYM - DAY Lightsabers have been set aside for now. The kids now have mats strapped to their backs – some green, some yellow. They run around the room, the greens throwing whiffle balls at the yellow mats and vice versa. A small number of kids without mats stand against the far wall. Eric watches from near the door. FISHER, a yellow mat, takes a hit. Eric blows his whistle. ERIC: That’s your last hit, Fisher. Your screens are down. Fisher shrugs off his mat. FORREST: Defensive formation! Forrest and two other yellow mats surround Fisher, protecting him from more whiffle balls. The other yellow mats form a line in front of them and start returning fire on the green mats. Donna enters. She comes up to Eric and nudges his shoulder. DONNA: What’s going on? ERIC: Oh, hey! Check it out. I’ve got the kids in teams – the Federation and the Klingon fleet. For each “ship” that survives, the winning team gets bonus points, so they have to work together to save as many ships as possible. A kid on the green team who’s lost his mat takes a whiffle ball to the arm. Eric blows his whistle. ERIC (cont’d): That’s one more down for the Klingons! Evacuate, Chip! CHIP shuffles off to join the others at the far wall. DONNA: Wow, Eric. You’ve really reached these kids. I’m so proud of you. A little embarrassed, but mostly proud. She and Eric smile at each other and hold hands. Casey enters, unnoticed by anyone. He takes a long look at the scene before him, then slaps Eric on the shoulder. CASEY: What’s all this? ERIC: I’ll tell you what this is – He points out to the game, where another green sheds his mat. ERIC (cont’d): That’s screens down for another Klingon. The Federation’s comin’ back! The yellow mats all cheer, even as the game continues. At least, it does until a scowling Casey gives a loud blow of his whistle. CASEY: Okay, kids, hustle up. (they do so) Coach Foreplay thinks you all should learn something from this, so here’s a free lesson: what you’re doing here’s a great way to earn yourself an ass whooping. Like you all did now. So ditch those mats and get yourselves ready for Target. The kids all groan. Eric, mouth agape, looks from them to Casey, and moves between them. ERIC: What? No! Come on, man. Look – none of these kids want to be here for sports, and it’s not like you were teaching them any. They all have to be here. Can’t we let them – you know, have fun? Hang out? Work on getting along and cooperating? And getting called on by their actual names? I mean – is it that hard to remember Chip? He points to Chip. ERIC (cont’d): Look – you obviously don’t wanna take time out from scouting future ex-girlfriends, and we’ve got a good game going here. Why don’t you just let us play? CASEY: (looks Donna over) Well, I’m not so sure I need to be down by the cheerleaders anymore. But, uh, how about you take that nerd gibber down to summer debate prep and let somebody whip these kids into more shape than you’ve got, okay, Foreplay? ERIC: (beat) No, okay. You want us to play Target? He grabs a dodge ball from one of the bags against the wall. ERIC (cont’d): Oh, we’ll play Target. CASEY: You’re gonna try and hit me with that? ERIC: Not me – her. He hands the ball to Donna, who drives it right into Casey’s gut. He clutches it as he bends over. Eric sweeps his arm toward the kids, “join in.” They all shed their mats, grab some balls, and lob them Casey’s way. FADE TO BLACK CREDITS INT. SCHOOL GYM – DAY The end of practice. Eric, Donna, and the kids gather up all the balls scattered over the gym. As the kids fetch the balls, Donna and Eric feed them into a net. Donna bends over as she puts a ball in, and Eric looks over her and notices his students looking her way. ERIC: (whispers) Hey, Donna, I think my kids are checking you out. Donna glances over her shoulder. DONNA: (to Eric) No. (beat) You think? She stands, turns, and strikes a pose. DONNA (cont’d): Hi, boys. The kids, caught out, hastily resume gathering balls as Eric chuckles. END.

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Abhorrence in the Face of Adoration

Word Count: 4461

TW: Implied abuse, self worth issues

This segment took me a little over 3 weeks to write, due to the many rewrites I had to do and the late nights I pulled while knowing I'd be waking up early, but I did it!

I've been wanting to write the idea of Ferreth realizing his love for Ven for so long and I decided to write this after publishing chapter 6 of TRFBD because, if you think about it, they're related in that you see how far he's willing to go for her in TRFBD so I wanted to show when it began. Writing this has made me realize just how much I can't wait to write more Verreth segments set after MZCR because god, these two love each other and I have so many cute ideas to write for the both of them!

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Ferreth stared up at the ceiling as he laid in bed, feeling frustratingly tired. His arms flared up in pain and he could only wait and beg for it to stop. It was like someone was chipping away at the embedded stones while they disregarded the agony they were putting him through. This was a hell he hated living in every time the weather turned cold because it meant sleepless nights of incurable pain till spring came around and even that wasn’t guaranteed. The only hope he had was that maybe living here instead of the mountains would make these times a little more bearable.

A nice, relaxing stroll through town could probably help. Nighttime walks were a good pastime of his whenever autumn descended upon Thornewind and he needed a distraction from the pain. It was a time he’d let his mind wander off and wear him down enough to conk out soon as his head hit the pillow. He sighed, rubbed a hand down his face, and headed out the door into the cool dark.

Aurora Zenith was different from Thornewind at night. There were hardly any noises, save for the distant waves of the ocean and the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees, and not a soul to be seen for seemingly miles. The only sources of light he could see came from the orange glow of the lanterns in town and the radiance of the full moon high up in the sky. It was a new place, with winter right around the corner, but it still held the feeling of peace he felt up in the mountains.

He looked around the town as he walked. The end of Noctovka marked his arrival here 3 months ago and he was still getting used to everything. Coming from a place where there were others like him all living in a cold and constant drizzle, this was certainly different for him. He liked the warmth, missed the liveliness of Thornewind, and still had no idea what he wanted to do in life.

He had a couple ideas in mind but there were already people working those jobs that did them ten times better than he ever could. What good was there in having an amateur come in and screw everything up? At least he was making himself useful, both in training to become Eric’s guard and being the guy to do odd jobs around town. He still had time to figure it out so there wasn’t a need to stress about it.

He was nearing the docks when he saw her. A gust of wind blew the hood of the black cloak she wore back, letting her long snow white hair out to cascade down her back as she shivered from the chill it brought. The little skin she showed seemed to glow under the moonlight, which made eyes the color of bloomed orchids stand out even more than in the day. She looked like an ethereal fairy almost and he was absolutely entranced. This was Ven, the woman who had him dancing around the palm of her hand and didn’t even know it.

Things had somehow changed between them now. It’s not that they had gotten into an argument or did something the other didn’t like. He wasn’t sure on where she was but things were definitely different on his side.

There was no denying that he had been attracted to her since the beginning of their friendship but this was deeper and longer than his average “crush”. She could be so unbelievably cute at times, like the way her eyes seem to sparkle when something catches her attention or when she has the most adorable smile on her face once she gets a whiff of a delicious sweet. He was amazed at how big her heart was for someone so small and at the strength she had, both physically and emotionally.

There were times he’d find himself thinking about her. There had been days he’d be so consumed by his self-loathing and seeing her, being around her would quiet the voices telling him he was worthless. She saw something in him that he wished he could see in himself, something that could make him believe he had worth. He wanted to be with her, stay by her side, and never let her go.

It honestly scared him to realize just how deep his feelings for her went. He’s never felt this way towards anyone before and it was scary. The question of her reaction to if and when she discovered these feelings weighed on his mind. Would she still want him to hang around her or would she demand he stay away from her? He wasn’t sure if he could take the latter option.

He shook his head to stop thinking about that. He was probably just overreacting; this was probably a crush that was overstaying its welcome but would go away at some point. Besides, even if it wasn’t, who’s to say she’ll find out? He was good at deceiving others with his winning smile and charming wit. He’ll just continue on acting the way he’s always been and, eventually, things will go back to normal. He just needed to wait this out a little bit longer…

Coming back to the present, he figured he may as well talk to her. Odds are, she was out here for the same reason he was. He began walking over to her, his light footsteps echoing in the still night.

Her shoulders tensed up at the sound before relaxing once she saw where it was coming from. She always did that when she heard footsteps behind her and he had a sneaking suspicion of why that was. The little hints she’s dropped of her past from their earlier conversations gave him some unpleasant imagery he so hoped wasn’t the case. Just focus on the now, Ferreth, he told himself.

“Oh, Ferret.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear to stop it from blowing in the wind. “What are you doing out here?”

He had long since given up on correcting her with his name. It became a lost cause once the first month passed and she was still calling him Ferret. It was a better nickname than Ferra, at least, so it was fine.

“I couldn’t sleep so I figured to take a walk and see if that’d change anything,” he replied. “What about you?”

“Eh, same,” she said with a small giggle. “I was actually thinking of going to the beach for a little bit and just walk around, clear my mind and stuff. Do you maybe want to join?”

“Uh, sure, I’ll go.”

So they walked down the cobblestone steps that led to the beach. He had been there only a handful of times since moving to Aurora Zenith but this would be his first nighttime visit. The pitch black ocean served as a mirror for the moon, its white light reflecting on the water far off in the distance. He could smell the salt the waves wafted as they rolled along the shore and soaked their feet. The winds carried a biting chill that ruffled through their hair and clothes, cooling them. It was already a peaceful place during the day but it was downright serene at night.

“You know, I think this is my first time seeing you with your hair down,” he said, looking over to her.

“Yeah, I only really wear it down when I’m going to bed,” she replied.

“Why don’t you keep it down more often? You look beau---nice when it’s down.”

“Eh, I doubt it. Besides, it’s more annoying than it’s worth. It gets caught on a lot of things and I can sit on it if I’m not careful. I should probably get it cut but I’m trying out a couple new styles for it and the ponytail’s working so far.”

“Well, I think you’ll look good either way, long hair or not.”

A scarlet blush tinted her cheeks and he had to tear his eyes away from her. It was always cute to see her blush from his compliments but this was different. He couldn’t explain why, it was just different. Maybe because if he didn’t, he would’ve said something stupid and embarrassed himself.

Still, he wanted to say she looked beautiful with her hair down but she might’ve taken that as him flirting with her. He did that at the beginning of their friendship and stopped when he realized she had never been in that situation before. It didn’t feel right to keep going with it after that so he didn’t.

She was beautiful, though, even without her hair being down. Seeing it as it was now, a waterfall of pure white that stopped just at the small of her back, only added to it. He wondered what it’d be like to feel it, wishing he could run his fingers through the fine tresses, tangling the strands in-between into knots, gently tugging on the ends to draw her head up as he---

God, he wanted to slap himself right about now. He couldn’t be thinking those kinds of thoughts about her. She was his friend/crush/some other term that could be used to describe their relationship and how he felt towards her. The last thing she needed was him daydreaming about them being a couple like a creepy weirdo. That shit would drive her away quicker than he could blink.

In an attempt to change the topic, he asked, “So, uh, if you don’t mind, why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Oh, um…” She paused, seemingly troubled by her answer, “I suffer from nightmares. There’ll be nights where I have trouble going to sleep and, if that doesn’t happen, the nightmares will wake me up. Tonight happened to be one of those nights.”

…Shit. That was NOT what he expected to hear. He could understand the insomnia part but nightmares? Knowing that little bit of information now only strengthened the suspicions he had of her past. It also gave an answer as to why she had dark shadows under her eyes.

“That…sucks.” Nice job, dumbass. He wanted to ram his face into a wall for that terrible response.

“I’ve had them for a while now so I’ve gotten used to them. It’s not like they can show me stuff that I haven’t already seen so…”

“Well, if you want, you can come talk to me if they start to get worse. We don’t have to talk about them if you don’t want to, we can just hang out till you feel better, you know? Again, that’s if you want to, though.”

“...I’ll think about it.” She let out a small smile.

He was taken aback by that. She normally refused his help with anything so her actually taking his offer into consideration was progress. He knew he couldn’t do much, short of going inside her head and removing the bad dreams. If the best he could do was lend an ear, then he’d give it to her, no questions asked.

“Um… Oh, are you going to the Solstice Ball?” she asked, her eyes filled with curiosity.

“That’s next month, right? Uh, yeah, I’m gonna go,” he replied. “Are you planning on going?”

“I-I don’t know. There’s gonna be a lot of people there and…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun! There’ll be food, dancing, champagne… What’s not to like?”

“It’ll be my first time going to a formal event like this. It may be fun to go to but I’d have to wear a really nice dress and I’ve never danced before and… I don’t think it’d be good for me.”

“Look, think of it this way. This’ll be my first dance, too, and I’m gonna be going all out. Just imagine this handsome guy--” he gestured to himself-- “decked out in the best suit while he completely embarrasses himself with his dance moves. I mean, I’m a good dancer but this is a different dance so you get what I’m saying.”

“Still…I doubt I’d look good in a dress.”

“Ven, believe me when I say you’ll look stunning, no matter what dress you wear.”

“Really?”

“Uh, yeah. I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

He could just imagine it now. Ven arriving at the ballroom, all eyes drawn to her as she walks down the steps, wearing the most beautiful violet dress. Some of their gazes are filled with envy while others beguilement. She may not know it but everyone has become captivated with her. It’s too bad they’ll be brokenhearted to realize she wasn’t there for courtship. She was just there to have fun and if they couldn’t handle the rejection, then tough.

Wow, she has got him messed up bad. While the stares of those who found her alluring would, of course, rile him up, it was only right they look at her like that. She was a beautiful woman and she should know it. Besides, she’d take care of anyone that overstepped her boundaries.

“What about the dancing?” she asked. “I’ve never danced before and I’m probably gonna screw it up.”

“Well, as I said before, I’ve never done a slow dance myself but--” he held out a hand to her-- “we could try together. Just save me the first dance, if you’re going, of course.”

A few seconds passed before she giggled, put her hand in his, and said, “All right, I’ll go. I know it’ll be fun if you’re there and besides, I’m looking forward to seeing you in a suit, which’ll be nice, too.”

Her hand felt cold yet soft in his. He was going to be holding it again when they danced and it only just hit him that they would be doing that. His mind began painting a picture of them slowly twirling around, dancing to the music. Their hands entwined, his other on her hip, and her fingers just at the crest of his shoulder. She was so small and delicate compared to him, he’d need to be careful when holding her. The aromatic scent of her perfume would hit his nostrils as he’d let himself get lost in her shimmering amethyst eyes and---

For the love of god, Ferreth, stop, he begged. These fantasies of his were quickly getting out of hand. Whatever this was had become deeper than a crush and it fucking terrified him. This couldn’t be, shouldn’t be more than an infatuation but when did it grow into…?

“Um, Ferret?” She stopped walking, still holding his hand. “Can I…tell you something?”

“Y-yeah, what is it?” he asked, her voice ringing out like crystal amongst the cacophony in his head.

“You’ve done a lot for me these past few weeks and I just want you to know that I appreciate it. You believe me, right?”

“Of course. You don’t have to say anything for me to know you’re thankful.”

“I know but I still wanted to say it. I appreciate all that you’ve done for me and I just wanna say--” she laid her other hand beside his-- “thank you, Ferreth.”

Surprise and awe couldn’t begin to describe how he felt. That was the first time she ever said his name and it sounded so sweet and full of warmth. Her eyes looked at his in such earnest gratitude and her mouth was curved into the tenderest smile he had ever seen. She seemed to glow like an angel under the moonlight, she only needed wings sprouting from her back to match.

Oh.

That was when he understood, realized it. His fervent desire to be with her, his amorous daydreams of her, they had an answer. He was so, so stupid to ever think this was a crush. It may have started out like one but it became so much more than that in such a short time.

He loved her. He loved her. When did it happen? When did he fall for her? When did he begin to love her? All of these questions swirled around and around as he came to terms with how he felt about her.

He loved Ven. He was in love with Ven. He loved her.

Then cold, hard reality crashed down upon him. Worthlessness, self-disdain, and self-loathing he tried to keep hidden away came spewing forth like a geyser. He couldn’t be with her. The moment he fell for her was the moment she flew out of his reach to the other end of the chasm that now separated them. She was extraordinary, special, one of a kind, and what was he? A no-good, worthless dragon that could never be the man everyone wanted him to be.

Kandorinth’s wretchedly arrogant voice resonated in his head, whispering affirmations of his meaningless existence into his ears. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as biting ice filled his veins. Memories of the ice entering his arms through the open wounds the stones created flashed by his mind’s eye, wicked laughter echoing off the walls. He so desperately wanted the voice to shut up but it only got louder and louder.

Oh, Ferra… You know you’ll never be better than you are now. You’re just a weak, pathetic worm and that’s what you’ll always be. Why not just accept how inferior you are to the world and die like the trash you really are? That’s the only worth you’ll ever have in your sad, shameful life.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he choked on the lump in his throat. No, he couldn’t break down here. Ven didn’t need to see him like this, see the worst his ugly, flawed self had to offer. He needed to get out of here, back to his home of solitude, and…fall apart.

Blinking back the tears, he put on the best smile he could muster and, resisting the urge to close his hand around hers, said, “You’re welcome, Ven.”

The expression on her face changed and she stepped closer to him. “What’s wrong, Ferret?”

Oh, this was simply unfair. What did he do that was considered to be so wrong to have her eyes be full of concern for him? She didn’t deserve to worry over the likes of someone such as him. He was nothing; why should she care?

“It’s nothing!” he replied, fighting to keep his voice steady. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. He hated lying to her, especially when she looked at him with such care in her eyes, but it was necessary.

“I’m sure, Ven. I’m okay.”

“...Okay.”

She moved back, her shoulders dropping. There’s no way she bought his lie but she dropped the matter, at least. It was for the best; if she kept trying to pry, he probably would’ve bared his soul out to her. It was too small and insignificant of a thing she needn’t trifle with.

“Hey, listen, I’m gonna head back and try to get some sleep,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You coming back with me?”

“Um, yeah, I’ll go.” She turned around, ready to go back the way they came. “I don’t live very far from the docks. I’d just have to find the split in the road and find my way home from there.”

He wanted to walk into the ocean and drown as he realized the stupidity of his actions. Why the hell did he ask her that? He knew that the more time he spent with her, the deeper he’d fall into his self-loathing. It wasn’t her fault, that he’d never blame her for, but he couldn’t be around her right now. He didn’t deserve the love he had for her and it only served to show the countless amount of flaws he kept buried underneath his mask on full display.

Climbing up the steps they walked down earlier, they made their way through the inner parts of Aurora Zenith. It was hard for him to pretend that everything was all right when it was the complete opposite. He wished he could run past her and hightail it back home but it was too risky. If she began suspecting something was wrong or, even worse, discover she was the reason for his pain, she’d become wracked with guilt. That was just the kind of person she was and he refused to let that happen.

Then they came upon the aforementioned fork in the road. Two paths in both directions, one leading to his house and the other presumably hers. He was so close to finally being alone. He just had to keep the charade going for a little longer and then it’d be safe for him to break down with no one around to hear it.

“This is where I have to go.” She stopped at the foot of the left path. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice at the cusp of cracking. “Goodnight, Ven.”

She bid him goodnight, tucked her hair inside her hood, and went home. He held his wrist back to prevent himself from reaching out for her. The pain washed over him once more as he watched her figure shrink the further she got from him. Soon as she was out of his line of sight, he took off running towards home.

He fumbled with turning the knob to push open his door. He forgot it had trouble opening from the outside as he struggled to get inside. This was the last thing he needed on top of the piling list of fuck-ups. In a fit of frustration, he threw his arm off to the side and caused a torrent of dirt to shoot out, pelting the nearby leafless bushes with upturned soil and grass. A firm enough push was able to unstuck the door and he stumbled in.

Closing the door, he leaned his back up against it and slid to the floor. He finally allowed the warm tears to roll down his cheeks as he curled into himself. Sobs wracked his body, his voice growing hoarse from the crying. He wished the truth was wrong but he couldn’t deny it.

He couldn’t be with her. He wasn’t worthy of being with someone as wonderful and special as her. How could he be deserving of love when he was unimportant, a nobody, nothing?

She deserved to be with someone who wasn’t worthless. Someone who’d treat her like she was the most precious treasure in the world. Someone who’d cherish her, tell her she was loved everyday, make her as happy as she deserved to be. He couldn’t be that person, no matter how much he wanted to be.

It wasn’t an issue of him never knowing unless he tried. He knew full well she didn’t reciprocate his feelings and she never would. Why would she when he wouldn’t ever be in the same league as her? They were of two different worlds, he’d be out of place in hers and rightfully so. It was a miracle he hadn’t been dropped yet and maybe it was by her grace he was allowed to stay with her.

What was he going to do now? Avoiding her was out of the question, though he couldn’t tell if it was because he didn’t want her to believe she was the reason for it or his inability to handle being away from her for long. The way he looked at it, he was screwed either way. He couldn’t be with or without her and he wasn’t sure if he could strike a balance between the two.

Still, he planned on keeping his love for her a secret. He had a few guesses on how she’d react if she ever found out but that was a big if. For now, he just needed to figure out a way he could be content with being her friend while sparing himself the pain. It’d take time and it’d be difficult but…

He loved her and he’d be okay with never being more than her friend.

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The BH 90210 Rewrite - Pilot, part 2: West Beverly Blaze Out

Read Part One here!

Chapter Summary: Y/N tackles her first assignment on the WBB until some rain leads her plans south.

Pairing: No one yet. But it’s coming, I swear. It’s a slow burn. Just enjoy the journey there, folks.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Steve being Steve, Reader has a momentary breakdown.

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Italic sentences are the reader’s thoughts.

“So, shall we?”

“Let’s do it.”

The walk to the journalism room was quiet. You both were completely silent, the only sounds were the tapping of his shoes, and the squeaking of yours. That’s what you get for wearing new shoes to school, I guess. Your thoughts quickly drift, from the seemingly large size of the school, to Brandon, to the school’s journalism program, to that Steve guy. You haven’t even been there a day and you felt like you had so much to take in. Brenda seems nice, so you were glad to just maybe have a friend, and Brandon was probably the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen. At least, that’s what your hormones were telling you. But he’s also your prospective friend’s brother, which unfortunately trumps everything else. At least for now.

And boy, Steve was…interesting. You didn’t know what to think of him. One on hand you were totally appalled and on the other, you were almost intrigued. Not attracted, but definitely intrigued. No one had ever been so direct with you like that. A little too direct, sure, but there was still something different about it. Or maybe different about him. Either way it was something you didn’t have time to worry about, so you decided to push those thoughts away. Brandon puts a light hand on your back, guiding you inside the paper-cluttered classroom. His hand ghosting over your back is enough to send shivers down your spine as you walk inside.

“Andrea! There’s someone I want you to meet,” he calls out. A girl, or maybe it was a woman, stands up from her desk and comes to greet you and your tantalizing tour guide. Her hair is in brown curls, framing her face along with her round glasses. She carries herself with confidence, and not the faux confidence that too many people at that school seem to possess, but real confidence.

“You must be Y/N,” She shakes your hand, “Mr. Clayton told me you were coming, you have quite the transcript. Co-editor of your middle school’s newspaper, Editor of your last school’s paper by the end of Freshman year, until you moved. Very impressive!” She commends. You honestly couldn’t tell if she was a teacher or a student. She talked like a teacher, dressed like a teacher…but Brandon referred to her by her first name. Probably should’ve done your research before coming. “We’ve got two open stories right now, an interview with our custodial engineer, or you can do our ‘Star Athelete of the month’ piece with Richard Moore, point guard of the basketball team.” At the word “athelete” Brandon perked up. He was in charge of the sports articles here. What was she doing??

“Uh, Andrea-”

“Not right now, Brandon. Let her pick.” Andrea quickly dismisses him, staring daggers at him as she finishes her sentence.

“Oh, uh… I’ll take the interview with the Janitor,” You answer, looking to Andrea. Suddenly, a smile creeps onto Andrea’s face.

There’s a beat before she says, “Congratulations, welcome to the West Beverly Blaze.” Then, Brandon realizes what she was doing. Testing you, of course. “Do you want to cover the story on rising temperatures and the effect of global warming on Beverly Hills? Assigned immediately.”

“I’d love to.” You smile, approvingly, but also nervously. It sounded like a bigger story, and while intimidated, you were up for the challenge.

“Fantastic. Brandon, show her to her spot and help her get started. I have to check over the final draft for this week. This is the number one school paper in the country and I intend to keep it that way.” Andrea murmurs, flipping through the pages in her hand. He guides you to the empty spot, and pulls out your chair for you.

“So, do you just have a knack for writing about janitors?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice. You give him a small laugh.

“Oh, yeah, they’re just so fascinating,” You joke, watching as he sits down in the chair next to you. “I kind of knew she was testing me, they did the same thing at my old school. She seems to run a pretty tight ship here.”

“Yeah, she does… hey, if you need some help on anything with your article, I’d be glad to lend a hand. Ya know, since she’s strict with everything here and all.” Brandon proposes, turned to you, his arm resting on the back of his chair. In all honesty, he wasn’t any more experienced than you were. He had been at West Beverly for a few days, but hey, you didn’t know that. Something about you drew him in, and he wanted an excuse to see you again.

“I’d like that, Brandon.” You smile shyly at him, setting up your things to get to work. He does as well, accidentally bumping hands with you as he takes out his notepad. “So, do you play any sports or anything?” You ask, glancing at him as you log into your computer, hearing the clicking of the keyboard as you type. Wow, great small talk, Y/N. That will definitely make him fall in love with you.

“No, not yet, at least. I just write about them.” He chuckles. He takes a breath, “Hey, I’m sorry about Steve earlier. He doesn’t exactly understand basic human manners.”

“It’s cool, I know he didn’t really mean anything by it. I’m the new kid, I practically have a giant target on my head,” You shake your head submissively, not breaking your eyes away from the computer, trying to get as much done in the 40 minute class period as you could.

“It’s not, though. You should be able to exist at this school without Steve throwing himself at you everyday,” he insists, stopping his work to look at you. You can sense a dash of frustration when he talks. Your typing halts.

“It’s only been one day. It’s okay, really. If it gets to the point where I have to stop him, I will. Trust me…I know you just met me but…trust me. Alright?”

“Alright.”

At the end of the class you were pleased by the amount of work you got done. A surprising amount, considering you and Brandon talked mindlessly throughout the entire period, stealing glances at each other every once in a while. The conversation flowed so easily, the nerves you had meeting him were quickly replaced by a level of comfort you hadn’t expected. You were dismissed with the ringing of the bell, and were left with a sparkling smile and a “See you later?” From Brandon.

“Absolutely,” You grinned back, worrying that the heat you felt in your cheeks was visible. Ugh. You were fine a second ago, get it together, Y/N.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch, then lunch time came. The anxiety ate at your appetite all day, so you weren’t really hungry. You grabbed some fruit from the cafeteria and walked out to the quad, the grass crunching under your feet. Oh god, you think. Where were you going to sit? You could sit by yourself, which was a surefire way to get yourself branded a loser on your first day. You could join a random table, but you worried that would make you seem like a total weirdo.

“Hey, Y/N! Over here!” You look to the left, and see Brenda, with a petite blonde at her side. You quickly jog over, apple in hand.

“Brenda, you’re my savior. I hope you know that,” You joke, slightly out of breath from your little run, earning a laugh from her.

“Y/N, this is my friend Kelly. Kelly, this is Y/N, the new girl I’m showing around today,” She introduced, looking between you two, a cheery smile on her face. You both mumble “hi"s to each other.

“Oh, you should come sit with us! Where you sit during lunch can make or break you. Sit alone once, like that guy, and you’re like, socially exiled forever.” She warns, gesturing towards an otherwise empty table except for a blonde boy, working on a sandwich. Oh my god. Brandon? You follow Kelly and Brenda over to an empty table, quickly setting your stuff down with a thud.

“I’ll be right back!” You exclaim, before speed walking over to the denim-clad boy.

“What is she doing?” Kelly asks, dread coating her voice as she watches you trot over to him.

“Kelly, relax. He’s my brother, not a freshman,” Brenda objects, both pairs of eyes watching every move you made.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he mumbles, taking a long gulp out of his water bottle. You place both your hands on the stone picnic table in front of you, leaning forward. You wait a moment before speaking.

“Come sit with us,” You tell him, gazing to your table and back to him. There’s no way you’re letting him rot in high school hell because he was alone. No way.

“I don’t know,” He protests, the wind blowing strands of hair into his face.

“Yes, you do. Come on.” You argue, a pleading look in your eye but your voice barely stern. All it takes is a moment for him to look into your eyes before he falters.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.” He says, fake annoyance in his voice. You grin, and his annoyed face quickly turns into a smile. You march back to the table with your new lunchtime recruit at your heels, the sun in your eyes.

“Hey, you guys know Brandon right?” You ask, a cheeky smile on your face. You sit down on the bench, feeling the stone under your legs. You sit next to Kelly, while Brandon sits next to Brenda, across from you.

“I don’t believe we’ve met!” Brandon quips, shaking his sister’s hand.

You don’t realize how long you’ve been working in the journalism room until the sunset beams into your eyes. Satisfied with the work you got done, you decide to loan the school’s laptop and take it home to edit your article. That way, you’d have a shiny finished product in the morning. Yawning, you pack up your things and begin to head out. Cons of working your ass off until sundown? You don’t have a way to get home, so that means walking the 5 miles back to your house. Lovely.

Striding home, a car horn begins to trumpet. It’s loud enough for you to involuntarily cringe, then you realize it’s getting closer. What the hell?

You hesitantly look back, only to see a jet black Corvette, adorned with a custom license plate reading “I8A4RE.”

“Hop in.”

You let out a laugh in disbelief, stopping dead in your tracks. “What are you doing here?”

He slows his car down to stop where you are, “Hop in. I can take you home.” You hear the rumble of the engine, and his hand tapping the side of his car.

“You avoided my question,” You protested before opening the passenger door and sliding in.

“And you still got in anyway,” He quips, waiting for you to buckle in your seatbelt before he drives. “You seem pretty smart, I’m surprised you were dumb enough to get in with me,” Sarcasm envelopes his voice. “I could be a serial killer.”

“I’d rather be dumb and dead than have to walk,” You joke, “Besides, you seem like a tool rather than a murderer.” He lets out a fake gasp.

“Wow! I invite you to take a ride in my prestigious, luxurious car and you spit in my face.” Fake offence is written all over him.

“I8A4RE? Very prestigious. My mistake.” You giggle. There’s a long pause while Steve drives away from the school, then he speaks up again.

“So, where do you live, anyway?” He asks, raising his eyebrows and locking eyes with you for a moment.

“Uh, I live on Alta Drive. It’s in The Flats. Do you know where that is…?”

“Hah, yeah, I know where that is.” You note the tone in Steve’s voice but decide not to press. It’s probably better if you don’t know. Getting into a car with a guy you barely knew was not your smartest decision but hey, he’s a jerk, not dangerous. You embrace the feeling of the wind in your hair and on your skin as he speeds up. You admire the colors of the sunset, the oranges and the purples and the pinks. Looking upwards at the sky, something falls directly into your eyeball. You moan out in surprise, rubbing your eye immediately. And before you can say anything else, it starts to trickle down onto you. And Steve. And Steve’s poor convertible with it’s top down.

“Do you want to put the top up?” You ask, wiping your forehead free of the rain.

“Yeah…about that... It doesn’t have one.” And as if on cue, the rain speeds up.

“…..What?” You question him, your hair quickly becoming soaked.

“I had to take it off, it was broken.”

“You didn’t think of…uh, I don’t know…maybe needing one? For the rain??” The rain and the wind are an evil pair, leaving you cold and drenched while you try to figure out why the HELL Steve wouldn’t put a replacement on.

“We’re going through a drought! I figured it would be fine!” You look at Steve in disbelief. Okay, maybe something inconvenient can come of getting into a car with a jackass. “This is going to ruin my interior,” he grumbles. You close your eyes and try to calm yourself down, resting your head on the back of the seat. You’re cold. You’re wet. But it’s fine. It’s fine. It’s…not fine. Your eyes shoot open.

“Oh my god. The laptop!” You yell, causing Steve to jump. Quickly, you move your backpack under your seat. Your heart sinks. Groaning, you put your head in your hands. “I’m dead!”

“It’s just a laptop. You can buy a new one. But I don’t think I can buy new eardrums.”

“It’s not my laptop to break. I could get suspended.”

“So, just buy a replacement. They’ll never know it was gone,” he scoffs.

“How rich do you think I am? I dont have fifteen hundred dollars to get a new one!” You’re not sure what’s worse, the feeling of doom from breaking something from school on the first day, or Steve…just talking.

“You have a house in the flats. I don’t think you’re as broke as you say you are.” He protests, tone sharp. “Man, for a hot chick, you’re really annoying.” Wow. He did not. You sharply inhale.

“Pull over, I can walk,” You snap, “While I appreciate the gesture, I’ve got over a thousand dollars to scrounge up by tomorrow morning.” You’re not sure what it is, but something about him gets under your skin. Could it be his arrogance? How shallow he is? It could be something entirely different. But you didn’t feel like staying to find out. So, you wait till he gets to a stop sign, and hop out.

“Hey!! What are you doing?!” He yells, his voice cutting through the thunder and the rain.

“Going home!” Ok.. were you being stubborn? Yes. Were you being a little dramatic? Yes. But you had gone through too much change and commotion these past few days so one breakdown is totally permitted. You were drenched and chafing anyway, so why not walk at this point, right? You were sure you looked like a total manic- hair in your face, saturated clothes, frustrated demeanor.

“You can’t walk home in this!!”

“Watch me!!” You practically mad dash down the street, sloshing as you jog. You hear the Corvette drive behind you, slowly.

“Get in!” He calls out.

“No!”

“Get in.”

“No!”

“Get in!” Is he really going to keep doing this??

“No!”

“Get in!!”

“Fine!” You huff, sliding in the car. He resumes driving, and you sigh. “Thanks for driving me home.”

And before you know it, you’re turning onto your street. Oh. You totally could’ve walked that. You spot your house beyond a set of gates and fix your hair, “Here’s my stop.” 720 North Alta Drive. It’s your house, but it doesn’t quite feel like a home yet.

“See ya.”

You walk into your house and sneak up to your room, leaving a trail of water on the marble floor, following you up the stairs. Changing your clothes, you grab your phone book. You look through it, searching for a specific last name. Victoria… Wade… Wagner… Wahlberg… Walsh.

Ugh. Do you call? It might be too soon. But what if it’s not? …But what if it IS? You sit at your landline, tapping your foot. You sit like this for a good (and by good, I mean way too long) amount of time, but a knock at the front door takes you out of your state. You look through the peephole and see none other than Steve Sanders. The Corvette driver himself.

You open the door with a loud squeak.

“What are you doing here?”

Steve takes a small black book out of his pocket, scribbles something down, and hands it to you. Oh my God. It’s a check. For $1,500.

“Steve…I can’t take this.” You object, handing him back the check just as soon as you got it.

“Yes you can.”

“No, I can’t. This wasn’t your fault. I just…took it out on you like it was. I’m so sorry. These past few days have been rough and-” You stop, watching as he ducks the rain dripping from the front porch. “Here, come in and dry off.” You move out of the doorway to let him in. “Just until the rain stops.” You see him hesitate but walk in anyway, taking his shoes off at the door.

“Oh, hello.” A deep monotone voice practically booms from behind you, causing you to jump.

“Oh, hi dad!” You laugh nervously, “This is my frien- this is my- this is Steve…Sanders. Steve Sanders. From uh… school.” You babble, putting Steve’s coat on the rack. Your father gives him a firm, almost painful, handshake.

“Uh, nice to meet you, Sir.” He awkwardly chuckles, glancing from you to him.

“I thought you were having a meeting at the beach club tonight?” You ask, twiddling your thumbs.

“It was cancelled because of the storm.” He deadpans, crossing his arms over his argyle sweater. You swallow. No, he was supposed to be gone!

“What about the country club?”

“Rats.” You’ve gotta be kidding me.

“O-kayy.” All three of you stand in the foyer, dead silent.

Then, your mother walks in- bright eyed and happy.

“Oh, hello!” She takes off her flour covered apron, and sets it aside. “Is he a new friend from school?”

“Uh…Something like that, yeah.” You respond, trying to strategize the quickest way to escape this. Or the most efficient way to knock down the chandelier so it can fall on top of you and kill you. Whatever’s fastest.

“You should stay for dinner!” Your mom beams, yooper accent strong and prominent. “I’m making spaghetti.”

“I would actually love to stay, Mrs. Y/L/N-” Steve begins, only to be cut off by you.

“He would LOVE to stay but you see his uncle…who’s a…a priest…just…died,” you stumble. Steve shoots you a look.

“Yes, and while Uncle Rodger’s passing has shaken us all, he wouldn’t want me to grieve. He’d want me sit down and enjoy a nice dinner with my new friend from school and her lovely family.” Steve says, putting his hand over his heart and pretending to get choked up. He gives your mom the best sad look he can muster, while you give him a classic “eat shit.” look. Meanwhile, your dad has done nothing but stare daggers at him this entire time.

“Oh, sweetheart stay as long as you’d like! I made plenty of food.”

So, Steve stays. And there you both are, awkwardly sitting on identical white couches adjacent to each other. You inhale, hoping to somehow release the anxious energy you’re harboring. He takes the tv remote and flips it on, the Hartley House theme ringing through the surround sound.

“Hartley House fan?” He asks, letting the theme play through.

“Never seen it,” you confess, setting your feet on the marble and glass coffee table in front of you.

“It’s good…” he trails off, “My mom’s in it.” He didn’t normally like to reveal that information to anyone, he’d typically try to hide it if he could. But with you, he felt okay telling it. Despite being loaded and somewhat emotional, he didn’t think you were the type to go fawn over his mother. He at least trusted you with that.

“Oh, cool,” You say, eyes on the screen. Not dismissively, but not overtly excited either. You both quietly watch the T.V. for a moment, and you couldn’t help but think that Steve looks nothing like his mother. He probably just looks like his father.

“He didn’t stop talking about you today,” He mutters, “it was gross.”

“Who?”

“You know who.” No way. No way. No. Way. Maybe you should’ve called him.

You gasp dramatically, hand lightly over your mouth. “Patrick Swayze is finally answering my calls?? Cause he was just so dreamy in Ghost!”“ He chuckles and roll his eyes. You give him a bashful smile, "So, he really talked about me?”

“Nonstop. It was annoying.” He confirms, putting his feet up on the couch with a light thud. You can’t help the grin that forms on your face or the butterflies in your stomach.

“What did he say??” You pry, taking your attention away from the tv.

“What did who say?” Your mother pokes her head in through the doorway, “Dinner’s ready!”

Dinner was fairly uneventful. Painfully awkward, but uneventful. It would have been fine had it not been for your father looking like he wanted to strangle Steve 90% of the time. And your poor mother, trying to defuse the tension with small talk about anything she could think of. She was particularly thrilled about Beverly Hills’ produce tonight. Hey, all things considered, it could have been much worse. Steve behaved himself… For the most part, and the storm fizzled out, so you kicked him out the second the skies were clear.

You make your way back up to your bedroom and stare at the open phonebook. You pump yourself up, and actually dial his number this time. The ringing of the phone begins and you consider backing out and hanging up. There was an awful twist in your stomach. What were you even going to talk about? What would you- someone picks up. You hear a woman’s voice through the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, uh, is Brandon there?” Please be the right Walsh family…

“He is. May I ask who’s calling?”

“Uh, Y/N. From School.” There’s rustling and clanking, then rapid footsteps. A different voice comes through.

“Hello?” The butterflies came back, but with a vengeance.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” You could hear his smile through the phone and he could hear yours. You had the most ridiculous grin on your face, you’d die if he saw you right now. You both laugh nervously as you twirl the red phone cord in your fingers. Huh. Maybe you'll like Beverly Hills.

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Part Three: I Want A Happy Ending With You. (Trial and Error S08E14)

Episode Summary: After months of work, Kevin deciphers the demon tablet on how to close the gates of Hell. Sam, Dean and the reader learn in order to do so one must face three series of trails designed by God. The first one—kill a hound of Hell. Sam and Dean argue on who is to complete the trials. The reader wants in, too. Despite her vulnerable condition. When Sam learns about her desire, he gives her an ultimatum: stay out of the way. Or he’ll come clean to his brother about their shared secret. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader. Warning: Angst. (This took a bit of a dark turn…) Word Count: 7,245.

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If you had a choice between running for your life from a hell hound and spending the rest of the evening with the Cassity’s, you would choose the hell hound without a single second of doubt. Never in your life had you met such a toxic and dysfunctional family. And you thoughts the brothers were bad when they went it. All those arguments and disagreements over the years seemed like a walk in the park compared to what you heard the family try and tear one another town every chance they got. Noah and Cindy were the worst offenders. The more they drank, the less subtle they were about their hatred for one another.

You watched as their wine glasses never went half empty through the evening, making you wish you could have a bottle for yourself just to get through this night without snapping at someone. This was only the very beginning of the challenge you were about to face tonight. If you somehow could survive a night with the Beverly Hillbillies, maybe facing against a hell hound wasn't going to be so bad. Much as your patience was wearing thin from your unclassy guests, the rest of the evening continued on smoothly when it came to keeping up with your disguises.

Sam was a second pair of helping hands to Ellie, clearing dishes and pouring drinks for the family when it got too low for their standards. If you had to trade places with the younger Winchester, there was no doubt in your mind you would end up “accidentally” missing their wine glass when they asked for a refill. You tried to ask a question here and there to keep up the illusion that you were here for a supposed interview, but every time you tried to talk you were drowned out by Cindy’s obnoxious voice.

Dinner time was decent enough for the most part, minus the lingering smell of cooking steaks on the grill from outside that Dean was preparing. You ate around the main course, choosing to nibble on the side dishes and pushing away the bloody piece of steak that you could only pretend to eat a piece of before spitting it out in your napkin. The baby refused to let you enjoy anything that was from a dead animal. Sometimes you wondered if this was really Dean’s child you were carrying.

Margot pecked at her food and moved around a few things with her fork while her oldest sister Alice was rather silent tonight, caught up with her own personal thoughts of the past twenty-four hours. And how much it wasn’t effecting her like how it should have been. Almost all of the conversation was coming from Cindy and her father, which only consisted of even more petty jabs that made you want to roll your eyes in annoyance. Every once in a while Noah would look in your direction and give you a smile that was his attempt at flirting.

Sam had the patience of a saint and had one of the strongest poker faces you’ve ever seen from having to wait on everyone hand and foot, yourself included. He made sure to clear dishes when he noticed they were done and made an extra effort that no one’s wine glass was the slightest bit empty. Sam topped off Cindy’s glass for the third time in the past half an hour until it was full as the rest of everyone else. However she didn’t think it was enough, waving her index finger at him to keep it coming. He poured out a little more...only to find out the bottle was empty.

Cindy scoffed to herself at the terrible service and waved Sam off like he was suddenly bothering her. You felt yourself becoming irked at how she was treating the younger man with no respect whatsoever, causing you to stare at her with a dirty glare at how trashy she was being. It seemed your lingering stare didn’t go unnoticed by her. When she looked in your direction, your attitude was hidden behind a smile, causing her to roll her eyes and attend back to the company of her wine glass.

"Al, I'm so sorry about Carl." Margot spoke up with an actual conversation topic that wasn’t an attempt at trying to tear one of their family members down. She gave her older sister a sympathetic half smile at the pain she thought the woman was going through. "I mean, he was the love of your life."

Alice furrowed her brow slightly at the mention of her husband of ten years. Someone she didn't remember loving much as people said she did, who she should have been in mourning. But for some reason she couldn't quite get herself to do. No matter how hard she tried. “Right.”

“Please,” Their father threw his cloth napkin to the table at the mention of Carl. It seemed Noah, the man who was on his fifth wife, that was old enough to be his granddaughter, had something to say about Alice's choice in partners that he always disapproved of. “She can do better.”

“Maybe Alice should marry a child—take after her father.” Cindy suggested a brilliant idea that she knew her father would surely agree to. She was leaning back in her seat with an arm resting on the back of the chair, her other hand holding her wine glass that was ready to be downed in the matter of only a few sips. Noah rolled his eyes at his daughter’s rude remarks against his blushing bride, defending his wife saying that she wasn't a child. Cindy begged to differ. "Right. She's a prostitute who looks like a child.”

“Are you done?” Margot asked in a sharp tone of voice. She was steadily growing annoyed with her family's explicit and rude behavior that wasn’t fit for the reason why they were all gathered here today. “Alice is in mourning. And we have guests.”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Margie. I didn't see you there—you're too far up on your high horse." Cindy said. Margot adjusted herself in her seat, trying not to become visibly upset at her sister's behavior, Cindy giggled at how easy the kid could be effected. You handed off your half eaten dinner to Ellie and got ready to thank her, but you found your attention lingering over to Cindy at what she mentioned next. "Oh, yes, but you are right—we should all take a minute to say a few words about Carl. For that fancy little article you're doing. You first, Margie. Was he a good lay?"

Every family had their dirty laundry that was eventually going to come out in the open. You had to sit back and watch this trainwreck unfold right in front of your eyes. Alice sounded surprised at what she was hearing, Margot suddenly appeared like a deer in headlights. Cindy couldn’t tell the story fast enough. “Oh, you didn’t know? Yeah, Daddy caught ‘em going at in the barn.”

Alice looked over at her younger sister that sat across from her at the table. A look of pain and disbelief crossed her expression at what she was hearing. "Al, it was before you two got together.” Margot tried to explain herself, growing guilty at the truth she never wanted to come out. Especially at a time like this. “I mean, Carl—he loved you.”

"Yeah, that was back when Margie was fat and Cin was sober," Noah seemed to have all the money in the world, but not enough to buy him some class. And any sort of respect his children enough to talk about them in a decent light. "A long time ago."

"Get cancer and die, old man." Cindy told the old man, titling her drink at him.

"You first, sweetie." Noah replied back.

Sam walked past you with each hand full of dinner plates with food nobody had touched much of, too busy drinking and tearing one another down to enjoy the food Dean made. You reached out a hand and grabbed him by the wrist, making him stop and look down at you, wondering if something was wrong. There very much was. And there was only one solution to your problem to make it better. "I need a drink. Now."

"Well," Alice sat back in her seat and got herself more comfortable, a smile spreading across her lips at the sight of her family under one roof. All though the conversation and atmosphere might have been unpleasant, the woman wanted to see the silver lining of the situation. "I can't remember the last time we all sat down and had a meal together."

“It was back at the old, crappy house,” Cindy remembered, a faint smile stretching across her lips at the more simpler time in her life. “when Daddy invited that traveling salesman to dinner.”

Margot smiled at the found memory from what felt like a lifetime ago. "Oh, him."

“He was so charming.” Alice mummered, her lips stretching to a smile of her own.

“Yeah,” Cindy agreed. “English.”

"What was his name—Kenny?" Noah asked, trying to remember the fellow. "Crow—"

“Crowl—”

The family worked together in trying to put a name to a face, muttering half attempts underneath their breath as they rattled their brains to remember. Sam popped open another bottle of wine and was heading over to fill up everyone’s glasses while you took a sip of your water. But it seemed that was a mistake from the name that you heard slip out from everyone's mouth at the same time when they got it correct after a few more tries. The name you grew to despise at the mere thought of. Someone who you had met years back on mere chance of the same reason after you attempted to sell your own soul to him; Crowley.

Once the king of the crossroads, now known as the king of Hell. You choked on your drink when you heard a series of Crowley's name spoken up while Sam stopped dead in his tracks. While you got a few stares at your unexpected outburst, you managed to compose yourself long enough to excuse yourself from the table and to the bathroom, knowing that wasn't anywhere near where you were headed. You and Sam snuck outside to the backyard where you met up with Dean to discuss what you learned about inside that was actually useful. And it seemed the older Winchester was surprised a you were from what the both of you discovered.

“Crowley?” Dean repeated the name.

“That’s what they said.” Sam said. No matter what you and the boys did, the demon always seemed to be tied into a mess of yours one way or another. “Apparently, he swung through town ten years ago, to the day.”

“So, what,” Dean asked, trying to somehow make sense of what happened to the family over a decade ago. “do you think tea and crumpets made these deals and now he’s collecting?”

"Or he just sent his dog—told it to go fetch.” You shrugged your shoulders, taking a wild guess at what the demon decided to do what he felt was fit. Crowley wasn’t the type of person who got his hands dirty when it came to deals he made before his big promotion. only when it benefited him. “He's the king of hell. Grabbing a few souls—that's got to be below his pay grade."

"I guess.” Dean said. “Any idea who signed the dotted line?"

“Not a single clue. The only thing I can get out of them is stories that prove of how terrible they are. If Cindy wasn’t the one who sold her soul, I’ll gladly kill her myself.” You said. Looking back at the house, you dreaded the thought of having to go back in there and play nice with the family that was driving you up the wall. “God, it’s brutal in there.”

The sound of Dean’s phone going off made you shift focus for a moment when he pulled it out from his pocket and answered it after seeing it was the prophet himself calling with something important. “Hey, Kevin, what’s up?”

“Hey, Dean, good news, uh, I think...kind of.” Kevin sounded rather positive and the slightest bit hesitant from what he was about to share with you and the boys, as if he wasn't sure it might be translated properly. Dean rolled his eyes, telling the kid not to over sell it. "Sorry. I found something on the tablet, about hell hounds. Uh, this mean anything to you—'the dire creatures may seen only by the damned or through an object scorched with holy fire'?"

“Like with holy oil?” Sam asked.

“It’s got to be.” Dean said. “We could use a window.”

"Or glasses." Kevin suggested an even better idea.

"I think we've still got some Jesus juice left in the trunk. All right, I'll take care of the x-ray specs. You and Y/N stay here.” Dean said. “Do not let J.R. and the gang out of your sight, all right?"

"Right." Sam agreed. "Hey, Kevin, you did great, man. Get some sleep.”

You heard Kevin attempt to thank the younger man at the kind behavior from how much stress he was putting himself through, but he was cut off in mid-sentence when Dean ended the call. You gave the man a look, but there was no time to be wasted on a conversation when there was a hell coming to dinner. You and Sam headed back inside the house while Dean made his way to look around the property to see if he could find anything to prove what Kevin found. After making your way to the bathroom and coming out a few short seconds later, you made your way back to your seat, pretending like everything was normal.

Sam grabbed the open bottle of wine he set down on the counter just a few minutes ago and made his rounds across the table. You noticed that there was a few people missing, Alice and Cindy remained where they were after you left. You didn't think much of Noah and Margot's absence, presuming the youngest wandered away from the table to be by herself and her father was doing something that you really didn't want to know. But it seemed the two of them wanted to go for a father-daughter night stroll, armed.

“Oh, look. Daddy’s drunk and armed.” Cindy said. You furrowed your brow slightly from what she was talking about, knowing her father was nowhere to be seen in the house. When you followed your gaze to the window that overlooked the front yard, you felt a curse word slip out from your mouth at what you were seeing. Cindy thought it was hilarious. "It must be Christmas."

You didn't even bother trying to make up an excuse when you jumped out of your chair and made your way outside, ignoring the fact that it was late in February and it was freezing outside. Sam followed right behind on your heels, not wanting you anywhere near a drunk man with a shotgun. A hell hound might not kill you tonight, but a hick looking for something to shoot might do the trick. Sam's legs might have been longer than yours, but you beat him by just a few seconds, calling out for the attention of Noah and Margot before they did something stupid out there that would only get them killed and scare off the hound you intended to kill.

"Hey!" You called out to the two Cassity's that were about to seal their fate to a demon they had no clue was about to screw them over, a plan that was ten years in the making. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Wherever I damn well please." Noah said. You had to maintain a brisk walk in order to keep up with them. Sam finally caught up with you to finally try and stop this mess from happening. “The wolf that killed my son-in-law—he's a man-eater, got to be put down."

“Doing this for Carl.” Margot added to prove their point.

"Oky, just—just hold on a second." Sam said, trying to do anything that he could to get them to at least slow down before they went into the woods with nothing more than a couple of shotguns and a pistol that was only going to piss off the beast they were going to go up against. Noah shook his head, wanting to do this right now. All though he knew this was going to be a bad idea, Sam stooped to their low, offering an extra set of hands. "I'll come with you."

That was enough for everyone to stop in their tracks, yourself included. You knew it would be suicide if he went out there with a blind eye, no chance of going up against the hound without at least testing Kevin's theory. But if he let Noah and Margot slip away and get ripped to pieces, the hound might take what its owner wanted and retreat back to hell. It was a lose/lose situation no matter how you looked at it. And much as you would let them walk off to their own fate any other day of the week, they got lucky, because tonight you needed to kill that hell hound.

"You know anything about hunting, boy?" Noah asked.

“A little bit, yeah.” Sam admitted.

Noah stared at the man for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he was thinking about what his answer was going to be. Sam was a tall and well built man, someone who didn't seem like the type who would be scared off easily. He looked over at his youngest daughter and nodded his head, making her hand over the shotgun to Sam, leaving her with a lousy pistol that you knew wasn’t going to save her life if they found the thing they were looking for.

When you saw Noah and Margot start to make their way into the woods and Sam following behind, something in you suddenly froze over with fear. You quickly reached out and grabbed the younger Winchester by his arm, making him stay behind for just a few seconds longer.

"Wait. Maybe this isn't a good idea." You whispered. You felt your eyes lingering on the shadowy figures of the Cassitys that were getting closer and closer to the woods. Part of you wanted to get the hell out of here and let them suffer their own fate. And another wanted you to get Sam out of danger, in fear he was going to get himself killed. "Maybe I should go get—"

“What you need to do is go back to the house.” Sam cut you off, not wanting to hear any sort of idea your brain was scheming up. He was at his breaking point with you and the crap you've been pulling over the past day and a half since arriving here, poking your nose in things where it didn't belong. You opened your mouth to try and finish what you were going to say, didn’t even let you get out a breath. "No, Y/N. You've already caused enough trouble. Get back to the house. Keep an eye on Alice and Cindy. If Dean wants to know where I am, tell him I'm looking out for the rest of them. Got it?"

It was now or never to do the right thing that Sam had been trying to drill into your brain, not only for the sake of yourself, but for the trials. You knew he was only trying to help and protect you. When you nodded your head and began backing away slowly, giving him a sense of relief at how you were finally coming to your senses, all of it was for you to buy some time. There was no way you were letting him slip out into those woods and put himself in danger like that.

Kevin mentioned something about how the damned could see hell hounds—demons, mostly. Maybe God didn't have enough room to mention that people made out of deals and once was one of those black eyed monsters, who was created by Lucifer himself, could also still see those beasts. When you were a half-demon, you could see the hounds for what they were.. All though you were human like the rest of these people on the farm, it was worth a shot to see if you still had a little bit left in you. The Devil was in the details. But if you were wrong about this…

No. This wasn't the time for you to become distracted by the worst case scenarios that might end in death. The possibilities of things going sour because you stuck your neck out and tried to save the day. Because that wasn’t going to happen. You made your way back to the house, but you made a beeline for your car, knowing you brought your own kind of backup for tonight. You went to the trunk and pulled out a shotgun of your own, instead it being filled with bullets, you chose rock salt instead. It might not wound a hound, but it’d hurt like a bitch that it was.

You made your way to the woods where you knew the rest of the family was and the hound would surely be on the prowl, stalking its victims, waiting for the right time to make its move. You were going to take the shortcut through the barn to sneak your way without Sam seeing you. Right as you were about to sneak your way through, you found yourself stumbling upon a sight that made you stop dead in your tracks, and feeling a hot rage you’ve never quite had before.

You saw Dean talking to who could only be Ellie by the sound of her echoing voice, and from how the conversation was going, it seemed she was trying to seduce your boyfriend into her bed for the night. You felt your grip around the shotgun tighten at how blunt she was being with him. Your mind momentary was struck with the thought that you had a clear shot to her back if you really wanted to take it. All though rock salt might not kill her, you knew it'd knock the wind out of her. And get the three of you thrown out of here so fast it’d make your head spin.

You wouldn't call yourself a jealous person. There were plenty of times women shamelessly try to flirt and bat their eyes at Dean, you couldn't blame them for at least trying to get his attention. The man had a charming personality with rugged and handsome looks to match. There was just something about him that others wanted to know more about. It was part of the reason why you were so attracted to him for so many years before you and him got together. All though you knew him for long as you could remember, there was still so much more that he wouldn't share. But you knew enough that he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your relationship for a quick hookup with a young, pretty face.

All though Dean always had a soft spot for frisky women who liked to play the field much as he did, and while he couldn’t deny Ellie was attractive, she wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t you. It never crossed his mind that he wanted this. His brain kept telling him to run, to get out of here before she could kiss him like she was trying to. Maybe if things were different, if they met when he was younger, he’d take the chance to show her a good time. But he couldn’t do that. He slowly pushed the woman away, nervously chuckling to himself at how awkward this was going to end.

"Look, Ellie...much as I admire your confidence, I can't do this." Dean told the woman. "I've got a girl back home."

“I thought you were a drifter.” Ellie said. “Somebody who doesn’t like strings attached.”

“If you asked me last year, I'd definitely say yes. I mean, I was the person who didn’t like to be in the same place for a long time. But...I realized that settling down isn't so bad. I like being with the same person. She knows who I am. Bad crap and all. And she's still with me. I want to settle down with her. We just go this...amazing place. I'm only here because I want to give her the life she deserves." Dean found himself rambling on about something that Ellie had no clue what he was talking about. But he did. Dean took a small step back from the woman to try and put some distance between them. "I love her enough to know that even having this conversation with you makes me feel all sorts of wrong." "Forget about her. Who says she'll ever find out? This could be our little secret we take to the grave." Ellie tried a little more to persuade the man. Dean, once again, pushed her away when she attempted to lean forward into his personal space. "She means enough to you that you'd turn down a night with a stranger?" "Yes. Because I love her very, very much. She has been through enough crap with me over the past year alone to know that I can’t hurt her. Just..." Dean let out a sigh, throwing his hands up at a last ditch effort to get himself out of this situation before it could grow worse. "When you meet someone you fall in love with and a strange guy wants to have a quickie, you'll understand what I'm trying to say. You're still young, Ellie. You have your whole life ahead of you."

The expression on Ellie's face faltered slightly at the last thing Dean mentioned. He watched her grow silent for a moment as she began taking a few steps back from him, suddenly wanting to get away from him. "This is a one night opportunity. Take it or leave it."

Dean watched as Ellie took a few more steps back before she turned around, heading back to her cabin to enjoy the rest of her lonely night. He found himself trying to wrap my head around what the hell just happened. Ellie had made a few subtle remarks here and there that Dean thought was just shameless flirtation on her part, he didn't react much on it. But he found himself lingering on her bold behavior that for some reason that felt out of character for her. She love her job and the farm she worked on, sleeping with some drifter she knew nothing about didn't seem like a move she'd pull. Unless she was living like tonight was her last night on Earth. Sort of like how he remembered you acted just a mere hour before your demon deal was about to wrap up. You kissed him, because you thought you were going to die that night. And you intended to make sure your feelings for the man were known before you were torn apart by the hell hound looking for you.

You had every intention of going into those woods and finding the hell hound to try and pick a fight with it, but you found yourself realizing it wasn't going to be that easy. The sound of a piercing scream echoed through the night air, traveling from the dark woods that Sam was lurking around in with two of the Cassity's just a few minutes ago. From the sound of the high pitched scream, you knew it was only going to be one coming out of there. Margot was the first victim tonight of the hound, and if you weren’t fast enough, there was going to be more.

You and the boys headed back to the house after Sam dragged Noah back to safety and scared off the hell hound for a little while. The news of the youngest Cassity's death caused Alice and Cindy to become shocked, all though they weren't all that close, the death of a loved one always hurt. You didn't have much time for them to grieve about their little sister, because if you didn't put this place on lock down, anyone who sold their soul to their traveling salesman ten years ago was going to suffer the same fate as Margot. After being torn apart by a hell hound yourself, you knew it wasn’t a pleasant death you wouldn’t wish on anyone.

“What was that thing?” Noah demanded to know.

“It was a hell hound. See, when you sell your soul to a demon, they're the ones that come and rip it out of you.” Dean explained to the man. Alice didn't seem to understand how she came in contact with a demon. Most people thought of the hell spawn as evil creatures with pointy horns and ugly faces. But they looked like regular people; smooth-talking, charming salesman looking for a few idiots to sign their soul over. "Crowley. Poncy guy, about yea big, mountain of dicks. We know he was here ten years ago, making dreams come true. Now, if you didn't sign, great. That freak out there won't touch you. But if you did, I need to know, and I need to know now. So, hands up.”

“So, wait. The british guy was a demon, and how there’s a hell hound after us?” Noah tried wrapping his head around all the foolish talk he was hearing from three people that he had met only earlier today. You nodded your head, already growing impatiens from the lack of trust he was giving you. You knew damn well he saw his own daughter get her throat ripped out by an invisible force, but he was still choosing to believe you were the crazy one. "Are you insane?"

“They’re obviously insane.” Cindy said. You rolled your eyes in frustration at the mere sound of her voice, wanting nothing more than to tell her to shut up if she knew what was good for her. All night she had been driving you up the wall, and much as you wanted to see her get what was coming to her, you needed her as bait.

“Don’t play dumb.” Sam warned the younger woman.

“Yeah. I’m not playing dumb.” She said. “I didn’t sell my damn soul.”

"Well, I could've guessed that from the life you've lived over the past decade. All you turned out to be a one-hit wonder with a drinking problem. Or you're just too stupid to be specific about what you wanted." You snapped at her, getting her to shut up. "Somebody here did. And sooner that idiot owns up, the sooner the rest of you can go.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for someone to be a decent human being here and spare their family the danger that was about to unfold. But it seemed none of them had enough pride to swallow to confess the sins they made. Maybe Noah didn't want to admit he kissed a man to get his family's fortunes and save his children. Cindy had too much arrogance to admit she accidentally screwed up her wish for fortune and fame. Dean seemed to have gotten his answer, deciding to go with Plan B after everyone clammed up. "All right, seal 'em in."

"Look, I'm gonna spread goofer dust around the woods, the windows. That will keep the hell hound out...for a while." Sam told the family what he was going to do in order to keep them a chance to see tomorrow. All if it sounded like gibberish nonsense that didn't make sense.

“What is that—how long?” Noah questioned all of you.

“Long enough for me to stab it in its throat.” Dean explained to the man. Noah sighed and began shaking his head, mumbling underneath his breath that none of you could do this. Now wasn't the time to hear any sort of protest. Dean didn't hesitate a single second to pull out his loaded pistol and pointed it at the man to make him complacent. "Yes, I can. You want to know why? Because it's what I do. And, buddy, I'm the best. See, I gut old Yeller out there, and maybe—just maybe—you walk away. I don't—you're meat. So, sit down, shut up...and put these on."

The easy part of this was getting everyone to cooperate when you grabbed the first set of cuffs from Dean and secured everyone to a heavy piece of furniture so they wouldn't do anything stupid to themselves or others. Sam made sure to cover every doorway and window with goofer dust, keeping out the beast that was surely getting antsy. When you cuffed Alice to a table, she had been the most cooperative out of her family, but she still had her own fears about what was going on.

“I don’t understand…” She said. “Who are you people?”

"We're here to help." You reassured her.

"Like you helped Margie?" Noah's question made you chuckle slightly from how he was trying to pin his daughter's death on you, like it was your fault he dragged her out into those woods and make the beast who killed his son-in-law pissed off. She got what was coming to her.

"Listen up, when the hell hound gets close, you might start seeing things, hearing things. It's gonna feel like you took the brown acid, and it's trying to kill you.The handcuffs are so you won't hurt yourselves.” You explained to them, warning the poor schmuck whose life was about to get a lot worse in the matter of a short time. “As for someone who went down this path once before, it ain't gonna be pretty."

“And when one of you starts bugging out,” Dean added, “we’ll know who’s on tap to be puppy chow.”

Secrets like this always were brought out in the open, no matter how hard someone could try to bury them. You gave the family a warning glare to stop them from doing anything stupid. This was the moment of truth from what you've been waiting to accomplish for months now. You inhaled a deep breath when you began walking away, turning your back to the group as you subconsciously ran a hand over your stomach, suddenly coming to the realization what you had signed yourself up for. There was a hell hound circling around outside. Every time you had come in contact with one things never ended well. But you were determined to break that streak.

You headed over to Dean when you noticed he was finishing up another doorway to make sure all of you had at least a safe spot to protect yourself from the beast outside. “So…” You brought your voice only up to a whisper, glancing back at the group to make sure things were still going smoothly. “What’s our play?”

"Well, you and Sammy camp here, figure out who whored their soul. I'm gonna go scout the grounds—see if I can't gank Huckleberry hound before he makes his next move." Dean said. It seemed from the sounds of it that he was already a few steps ahead of you. You scoffed at what you were hearing, quickly following behind the man and stepping over the line of goofer dust.

Sam overheard the conversation you and his brother were having, it came as no surprise when he joined the both of you, voicing his opinion on the older man’s plan “Wait, you’re not going out there alone, Dean. I’m gonna come with you.” Sam said. Dean didn’t think so, he shot down the man’s idea. But that wasn’t going to stop his little brother. “Uh, they’re on lockdown, and you need backup. Y/N can keep an eye out on them.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

"No, I need the both of you to be safe, okay?" Dean said. "That's what I need."

“What? When am I—when are

ever safe?” You didn't know why you let those words slip out from your mouth, considering the state you were in, but it was the truth. Every single time you stepped out into the world there was a chance your life was going to be cut short. But here you were, after everything you went through, you were fine. And you were ready to stick your neck out just a little more to make sure things went the way you wanted. But it seemed that Dean didn't want to risk that chance on you or his little brother.

"This is different." Dean said. You raised your brow slightly, wondering what he could have possibly meant by that. "Because of the three trials crap—God's little obstacle course. We've been down roads like this before—with Yellow Eyes, Lucifer, Dick friggin' Roman. We both know where this ends—one of us dies...or worse."

"So, what—you just up and decide it's gonna be you?" Sam asked his brother.

"I'm a grunt, Sam. You and Y/N aren't. You've always been the brains of this operation. And you always pulled our asses out of the fire. It's time to change that." Dean said. You felt your face scrunch up from the way that he was talking. No matter how many times you went through this, he only thought there was one ending to this situation. Sam tried his hardest to talk some sense into his brother, but the man didn't want to hear it. "You told me yourself that you see a way out. You see a light at the end of this ugly-ass tunnel. I don't. But let me tell you what I do know—it's that I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. 'Cause that's what I have waiting for me—that's all I have waiting for me."

You stared at him with disbelief at what you were hearing come out of his mouth. And it seemed that Dean didn’t want to say it himself from the guilty expression that crossed his face, but it was the truth that needed to be said. "I want the both of you to get out. I want you to have a life—become a Man of Letters, whatever. You, Sammy, with a wife and kids, and grandkids, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra—that is my perfect ending, and it's the only one that I'm gonna get."

“What about me? Where do I fit into your ‘perfect ending’?” You questioned the man. You stared at him with a face full of pain and frustration from how he was acting. The selfish and blind man who only knew one way out of this situation. "Why does this always have to end up with one of us dying? Aren’t you sick and tired out of that outcome? And don't you dare tell me that's how it's gotta be. This is different than any other crap show we've went up against."

"You're right." Dean agreed with you on that point, but not in the way you were trying to make him understand. "There's a chance I can actually put a stop to all of this once and for all."

“You’re not a ‘grunt’, you’re not a person on a suicide mission because you have nothing left to live for. You are so much more than that. You are a hero. You are the man I love. And you know what the most important thing you’re going to be? A father.” You felt the words slip out of your mouth before you could stop them, the ones that you had spent weeks agonizing over. Trying to figure out how you were going to get him to tell him the news. The secret that Sam threatened to expose if you came here. But it seemed you did that yourself. And it felt...good.

You slipped a hand into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling out a glossy photograph that you had been carrying around with you the day since you got it a week or so back. You shoved it into Dean’s chest, making him grab onto it. “You said yourself that you wanted to give me the life I deserve. I want what you want for Sam. I want us to have a family...” You trailed off, watching as Dean forced himself to look at the picture you showed him. It was of his unborn child, the one that you were carrying at this very moment. “And we’re going to have one.”

Dean found himself staring at the ultrasound picture for longer than you anticipated. You bit the inside of your cheek and waited for any kind of word to slip out from his mouth, a light to go off his head. But all you could see was sadness creeping into his face, the unexpected twist in a story that wasn't going to be his wake up call. It was going to be the final push off the edge. You felt that familiar sense of dread, the heaviness in your chest creeping back. This was exactly what you feared, what your nightmares taunted you with when you couldn't sleep at night. You fought every instinct inside of you not to start crying.

"I'm gonna go do these trials. I'm gonna do them alone—end of story. You're staying here. I'm going out there. If a landshark comes knocking, you call me." Dean told you and his brother exactly how it was going to be. "If you try to follow me, Y/N, I will not hesitate a second in cuffing you with the rest of them. And Sammy...keep your eyes on her like your life depends on it. And it does. I will put a damn bullet in your leg if you even take your eyes off of her for a second.”

You had thought of every worse case scenario that could happen when you told the news about him becoming a father. Most of them ended with him walking out on you sort of in the same way he did for Lisa. Because he was scared of making the same mistakes like he had with the Braden family. What you saw unfold was more heartbreaking than anything your mind could make up. In all those scenarios he tried to make an effort to make the pain hurt a little less. But he wasn't even trying. His brain wouldn’t even consider the possibility that doing the trials wasn't worth it. Because was trying to make you hate him.

"Dean Winchester, don’t you dare walk out that door. Don’t you dare do this to me…” You tried everything in your power to make him stay, but not even the tone of your voice could reach him. You watched as he began to make his way to the door. You could see the ultrasound picture still in his hand, nestle in there as some kind of reminder for what he had to do. You could try all you want to get his attention, but there was no point. He was a lost cause. You heard the door open, and then just a few seconds later, close shut.

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foreverwayward · 5 years

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“Wayward Hearts” Prequel: Tears in Heaven

This is a prequel chapter to the series “Wayward Hearts”, a SPN series rewrite with OFC Riley Munroe. If you haven’t read Season 1′s Chapter 9 of the series, there are spoilers ahead. This chapter follows immediately after the prequel piece ‘Family Above All’ and is written in Riley’s POV.

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Content Warnings: Language, violence

Word Count: 3251

Riley’s POV:

I’ll never forget that night as long as I live. It was quiet--too quiet. All I could hear was the sound of the pouring rain on the roof.

Dad had been gone for too long and wasn’t answering his phone. Why would he investigate a lead on the case without me? It didn’t make any sense. Not to mention how weird he was acting before he took off.

As I sat on the motel bed, I called his cell one more time only for it to go straight to voicemail.

“This is Jackson. If you reached this number, you know what to do.” The line beeped and I huffed before leaving a message.

“Dad…where are you? It’s late and you’re not answering. What the hell is going on? Call me.”

When I ended the call, I looked down at the phone in my hand, almost pleading for it to ring. Something was wrong--I knew it in my gut.

It was then that I saw headlights through the front windows and I rushed to look outside through the curtains. My hope immediately died when I realized it wasn’t Dad’s truck.

A man in the shadows got out of his own truck and closed the door behind him before heading for our room. I grabbed my gun and hid it behind my back, ready for a fight.

There was a knock at the door and I hesitated before opening it, still leaving the chain hooked. That’s when I saw John Winchester at my door. He was soaking wet from the storm outside and his head hung with his hair dripping.

“John?”

“Hey, Riley,” he said gruffly.

I hadn’t seen him in years. I know he and Dad kept in touch, but we hadn’t worked together since a demon case we ran into a while back.

“What are you doing here?”

It was like he couldn’t find the words as he stood there in silence. When he lifted his head, his eyes red from what looked like tears mixed with the rain on his face. John’s mouth was slightly open and he cleared his throat.

“John, you’re freaking me out.”

“Riley, it’s--it’s your dad.” I could practically hear the lump in his throat while my heart leaped into mine. “I’m so sorry, kiddo.”

The knot in my stomach made me feel like I would be sick as I hung on his every word. “He’s okay isn’t he?”

John just shook his head. “No--no he’s not.”

I could hear my pulse in my ears as I grabbed John by his jacket without a single thought. Angrily, I gritted my teeth. “Where is he?! What the fuck happened?!”

He turned his head towards his truck without a word and I could have sworn my legs would collapse underneath me. It took every ounce of courage I had to walk through the rain to that beat up truck.

I opened the door and gasped when nothing was there. It was like a brief moment of relief before I realized I had to check the trunk. John’s truck was raised and I wasn’t tall enough to see in so I went to the back and opened it before hopping onto the bed.

There in front of me, laid a black tarp, wrapped around something. I could feel every part of me shake as I bent down and pulled the top of it away.

My body went limp and it felt as though the life had been sucked from my chest. I went numb--almost dead inside like I couldn’t process what I was seeing.

It was Dad.

His eyes were closed and his face empty, hollow with him nowhere inside. My hand reached to touch him and shook violently as it connected with his cold skin.

I jumped at the feeling and immediately began to cry. That cry quickly turned into a sob, which inevitably turned into a wail. I threw myself onto his chest screaming for him and hugging the man I loved more than anything in the world. My Dad, my partner, my friend--my whole world...was gone.

John just stood by the truck in silence as wept over my father’s body. I had never known that kind of pain in my life.

Slowly, I felt my desire to live leave me. There was nothing left to live for.

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In the middle of the night, John, Deb, and I stood in front of my father’s burning pyre in the Kansas forest. John remained stoic as always while tears ran down my aunt’s cheeks.

The last few days, I had done nothing but cry, so by then I had nothing left. It was like I had abandoned my body to avoid the pain that was consuming me.

I watched as my dad’s body was slowly engulfed by the flames with anger in my heart.

There were too many unanswered questions. All John said he knew was that Dad had called him telling him where to find him. When he got there, Dad was already gone, lying in the middle of an old barn. There were no marks, no wounds--no sign of what had taken him.

I knew in my gut that my father already knew he would die and that something evil had taken him from me. Whoever had killed him, whatever had killed him, would pay with more than their lives.

There would be a reckoning, and I would be the one holding the blade.

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A month after the funeral, I had left Deb’s. I couldn’t stay there anymore. When I almost never got out of bed and spent my hours awake drinking, she and I got into a fight. I needed some air--some space to deal.

So, I took the Mustang and headed out of town. I left Dad’s truck at Deb’s, there was no way I could drive it.

On the road, I didn’t have a destination, I just drove until I physically couldn’t anymore.

It was late when I pulled into town, not even knowing what state I was in. All I knew was I had gone east.

As I rolled in, I slowed down to read a large sign through the darkness. ‘Welcome to Portsmouth, Virginia’.

Virginia? I couldn’t have been more than an hour from the coast. How long had I been driving?

My stomach grumbled and I couldn’t remember the last time I ate. There was a dingy motel only a short drive into town and I decided it was time to get some rest. My eyes were fogging over and I could barely hold my head up.

Before I got out of the car, I looked to my right to see the array of beer bottles and an almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels. I guess there was a reason I didn’t remember most of the drive.

Dad would have killed me for that.

I walked up to the front desk in my jeans and hoodie, completely disheveled. The place smelt like dust and old wood, like a living time capsule of the old days.

Throwing down my fake credit card under the name ‘Joplin’, I got a room and asked where I could find a liquor store. The attendant at the desk told me it was only a few blocks down and gave me directions.

I may have thanked him or just turned to leave, I’m not sure.

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The bell on the door of the liquor store jingled as I left with a brown paper bag. I tore into the bag of beef jerky and twisted open my new bottle of whiskey as I walked down the empty streets. It didn’t take long for me to start stumbling in a drunken stupor as I made my way back. The alleyway near the motel gave me a quick shortcut to my room.

I could feel the rain soaking through my hoodie, my hair becoming drenched. The pools of water from the rain splashed as I trudged through them.

As I headed down the way, I could hear a whine coming through the rain. It sounded like a high pitched whimper and though I was already toasted, I fumbled to go check it out.

I guess the hunter in me has always been too curious for my own good.

I peered behind a dumpster after following the sound only to see a dirty dog lying on a flat cardboard box. He looked broken and forgotten just like me.

“Hey, buddy…” I slurred. “You hungry?” I pulled out a piece of jerky and knelt down with some difficulty and put down my bottle.

The nervous dog slowly sniffed as he crawled over to me and hesitated before taking the meat from my hand.

I decided to give him two more pieces before I stood up again. “Be grateful. That was like half my fuckin’ bag.” Taking my drink back in my hand, I took a long swig and turned to leave. “Later, Fido.”

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I lost track of the days. The room was a disaster with takeout food trash, cans, and beer bottles all over. If I wasn’t sleeping, I was drinking. I had found company in the arms of strangers from the local bar a few times only to kick them out immediately after. At that point, I wasn’t looking for anything other than something to numb the pain.

As I searched around the room, I realized that I had run out of anything to drink and I was slowly becoming sober. I couldn’t handle my mind being clear and needed a bottle in my hand. The built-up rage, pain, and frustration came out as I tossed the room looking for something left.

When I came up short handed, I turned only to see myself in the mirror. My eyes were red with dark bags underneath. I had thrown my hair up into a messy bun without washing it for God knows how long. My only wardrobe appeared to be my sweats and socks.

The woman staring back at me wasn’t someone I recognized. And then the clarity of my mind began its never-ending cycle of thoughts.

“You should have gone with him. It’s your fault he’s dead. You didn’t even do anything. He died alone and now so will you.”

I remember a yell coming from the pit of my stomach, almost like a battle cry before my fist connected with the mirror glass. It shattered and shards fell to the ground. I stood there with rage in my eyes for the person I saw in those remaining broken pieces.

It wasn’t until I went to open the door to leave that I noticed my bleeding knuckles with a small piece of glass still in them. I quickly pulled out the shard and went on as though nothing had happened.

When I got outside, I realized that I didn’t even know that it was night time. The rain had come back and you could hear it crash onto the pavement.

I pulled my hoodie over my head, put my hands in my front pocket, and drug myself back toward my new favorite liquor store.

Out from the darkness, I could see a shadow nearby and I kept my eye on it as I moved through the alley. I must have stopped caring what was there because my eyes eventually cast down to the wet ground.

It wasn’t more than a minute or so before I felt something charge me. A large man had grabbed me and slammed me against the brick wall. I cried out from the hit in my already weakened state. He was in a large jacket and stood over six feet tall, only to look down at me like fresh meat.

The stranger chuckled under his breath when he realized I didn’t have the strength to fight him off. “It’s better if you don’t fight me, honey. This will go a lot faster if you don’t.”

I don’t know what happened at that moment but I didn’t give a fuck what would happen to me. The truth was, I had considered killing myself over the past few days and no longer cared. If he was gonna kill me, then so be it. At least then, the pain would stop. Maybe then, I could be with Dad again.

The man’s hands grabbed at me and then immediately went to pull at my sweatpants. A tear ran down my cheek as I realized what my life had become and how pathetic my existence was. I once fought monsters and now I couldn’t even fight off a man.

Only feet away, I heard a deep growl and the man turned to the sound.

Out from the rain came a dog that charged at my attacker with his teeth bared. The dog latched onto the man’s arm and sunk his teeth into his flesh before the stranger yelled out and tried to get him off.

I watched in shock as the dirty mutt pulled him away from me. He let go only to bark with such aggression that the man ran away down the alley, gripping at his bleeding arm.

I looked down at the dog who walked over to me gently and sat at my feet. He peered up at me with sweet brown eyes and whimpered. It was the hungry and lost dog I had met when I first came into town.

At a closer look, I realized he was a dirt-covered golden retriever. I bent down and he immediately licked my hand. For the first time since I lost Dad, a small smile crept up my face.

“Guess that was some good jerky,” I joked as I pet the strange animal. “Thanks, bud.” When I turned to go, I heard that familiar whimper and spun around to see the dog following me. “What?”

His eyes met mine once again and he rushed over to me.

As the rain continued to pour on us both, I sighed. I began to walk away and turned around to look at him again. “Well...are you coming?”

The dog barked in response before wagging his tail and walking at my side.

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Back in my room, I had given the wet dog a warm bath and cleaned him up before I took a warm shower myself.

As I rubbed my hair dry, I saw the golden pup at the entrance of the bathroom just laying in wait. “So, what? We friends now?”

He happily barked and it made me chuckle under my breath.

“I swear to god it’s like you understand me.”

I crawled into bed and snuggled up into my blankets only then to have it dawn on me that I had forgotten my bottle of Daniels. “Goddammit.” I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping that night without it.

It was then that I felt the mattress shift as I was joined by my new canine companion. He crawled up next to me and nestled into my side.

I wrapped my arms around him in almost a hug and closed my eyes. “Goodnight, bud.”

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The dog and I had spent nearly a week together. Surprisingly, I was sober for most of it. And with him at my side every night, I actually slept and avoided the nightmares. It was like he was keeping me sane.

One morning, I decided it was time to put myself back together.

Slowly, I got dressed and put back on my favorite leather jacket. I hadn’t worn it since Dad died. He had bought it for me and it was too painful to wear it. But I pulled my hair out from underneath it and finally shrugged it back onto my shoulders.

Looking into the broken mirror, I realized I was starting to recognize my reflection again.

I sat on the bed and laced up my boots only to see the dog staring at me from across the room.

“I gotta get back on the road, bud. Time for me to get the hell outta here.” He whined, once again acting like he knew what I was saying. “Well, I mean...I could take you with me.”

The pup got up and his tail wagged wildly before shoving his face lovingly into my hands.

I laughed a little and pet his head. “Alright, partner. Time to go.”

Throwing my duffle bag on my shoulder, I opened the door to leave and glanced back at the room. It was trashed and filled with memories of pain.

Before I closed the door, I took a deep breath and said to myself, “no more.”

I opened the door of the Mustang and the dog immediately jumped in before I could even gesture him to. He was ready to go.

I got in and sat with him as he panted and looked at me. Rubbing his head, I met his gaze and smiled. “Well, I think it’s time we give you a name. Can’t just call you ‘bud’, now can I?”

The dog cocked his head at me almost questioning my thought.

“Toby? Jericho?” Sneezing, the pup shook his head with a huff. “Okay,” I chuckled. “Freddie?” When I got no response, I thought of a name that I honestly have no idea where it came from. “...Finnick?” At that, the dog pawed at me and barked. “Okay, Finnick it is.”

I turned on the engine and my car roared to life. “Let’s get the fuck outta here, Finn.”

His focus shifted to the road ahead of us like he was ready for the journey.

For the first time since I lost Dad, I didn’t feel alone.

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In Pennsylvania and in yet another unwelcoming motel, I sat on my bed with my arms and ankles crossed. I ended up just staring into oblivion, lost in thought with Finn on the bed with me. He barked at me and I jumped as he brought me back to reality

“Jesus, Finn. Trying to scare the shit outta me?” My new partner just whined as he peered up at me. I sighed heavily and pet his head. “What am I doing? Maybe I should just go back to Lawrence. I’m not even hunting, so what’s the point?”

The remote was in reach so I grabbed it and flicked on the tv. Mindlessly, I scanned the channels until I landed on a news station in the middle of a report.

“Six residents of Salem, Massachusetts have met untimely deaths in the last few weeks. According to witnesses, the victims all died under strange and terrible circumstances. A man was found in his bed covered in water and drowned. Another victim was forcibly hung in their own home. All other incidences have been kept under wraps by the Salem sheriff’s department. Residents of the town have begun to wonder if their dark history has finally caught up with them. More on this story tonight at eleven.”

I sat up and my mouth slightly fell open. No way in hell there wasn’t an actual case in Salem. Every instinct I had as a hunter was going off knowing I had to get on it, but the motivation wasn’t there.

I had never been on a hunt without my dad. What if I couldn’t do it on my own?

But then I thought of what he would do--he would’ve already had us out the door by then and on the road. He would want me to do this, to do the damn job.

“Fuck…” I muttered before getting off the bed like an annoyed teenager.

Grabbing my gear, I whistled for Finn and we headed out.

As we walked down the long hall, I slowed my anxious breathing and held my head high. “Let’s do this, boy.”

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shellheadtmarc · 5 years

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Connections: Macready??

you just don’t know what can of worms you’ve opened, bc the fallout nonsense is like a mushroom: y’all get to see the cute little toadstool that pops up above ground, meanwhile it’s this huge, ever-growing bullshit under the surface we (mercifully) keep in discord until it sometimes spills over.

so this is gonna get long, strap in.

okay. let’s talk about tony’s relationship with robert joseph maccready: former mayor of little lamplight, ex-gunner, father, and tony’s emotional anchor in the commonwealth...and...everywhere else, at this point, as far as fallout 4 goes.

first things first, let’s clear up any lingering confusion here: mac and tony are an item. a thing. a couple. they do gross couple things and are sappy and disgusting and i literally hate them. in fact, in tony’s fo4 companion verse overall, if there’s no shippy intention and mac was never romanced/picked up by a sosu or otherwise, tony directly defaults to his relationship there. which is to say you usually get a tony that’s fairly settled and comfortable in that relationship and is usually out doing his own thing while mac’s doing his own thing, too. at the end of the day, it’s home - wherever they’re calling home, typically fort hagen or sunshine tidings, i’m thinking - to mac that he’s going.

anyway, instead of doing a ~how they met~ retelling, lemme hit the major highlights in their relationship that haven’t necessarily been discussed at length so that they make sense.

+ when tony handed over caps (mac said two fifty, tony said two hundred, mac said deal) it wasn’t to hire a mercenary. he didn’t think he needed one, didn’t want one, and thought mac would slow him down. instead, it was for information about the gunners because he’d gotten jumped by them down the hill from fiddler’s green trailer estates (the overpass with the big windmill) a couple of days previously. that was it. that was all. he’d inquired about the gunners in bunker hill and one of the caravan hands had pointed him to goodneighbor, telling him there was an ex-gunner merc working out of the third rail he could talk to. he could have walked out of the third rail that night (the third rail, those not in the know, is a bar in an old subway station in goodneighbor) and not thought twice about it. unfortunately (or fortunately) for tony, mac saw him win back his caps in a game of pool and decided to pretty much consider himself hired whether tony wanted it or not.

+ joke was on mac, however, tony has a thing about otherwise taking caps from people he considers needing them more. he does a lot of work for free. wasteland billionaire tony is not. more days than not he’s barely got two caps to rub together - he prefers to barter.

+ that was and remains a big bone of contention between them. it gets better, eventually tony turns the haggling of caps over to maccready and lets him do as he sees fit for the most part, but tony is focused on everything but money (i know, funny right) while mac is super honed in because he’s got a kid to look after - you don’t stop needing caps just because they’re not sick anymore. part of this is because zetta gives birth to quinn (to be discussed in another one of these asks) and that throws tony fully into parent territory, and part is because while he doesn’t necessarily need a lot of caps to get by and it takes him a while to realize that just because he can scrape by with next to nothing, kids in the picture change that a whole hell of a lot. the other is because there are just things you can’t make in the wasteland and need to pay for. medical services are high on that scale - i don’t think tony expects stephen to patch him up for free, and croup manor and the fort hagen blood clinic need caps coming through to keep running.

+ there’s a rewrite of maccready’s quest, because tony moves too slowly for the affinity nonsense in that he’s got his own job to do in the commonwealth which isn’t about pinging affinity goalposts. and because mac has a sick kid he’s gotta find a cure for now that can’t depend on tony being that slow. mac decides to take on the waystation of gunners on his own. tony wigs. zetta tracks mac down. tony shows up and it’s just...it’s a mess. i’m pretty sure he probably tried to fire mac right then and there even if he never really hired him in the first place.

+ we see how well that worked.

+ part of the above is because tony had already caught feelings and tried to grind them into the dirt with a boot heel. we also see how well that worked. he hadn’t intended to stay in the commonwealth for any reason.

+ tony blurts out them feels at the worst time imaginable and - for someone with no shame - immediately wishes a hole would open up under him and swallow him whole. unfortunately, he has to deal with that because there were no sinkholes opening that day. things go weird and awkward for a while. assuming - always assume (cough mala the smooch thread cough) - things go plan, things will get straightened out there in the dugout inn (another bar, this one in diamond city (fenway stadium)) when they finally both get their shit together.

+ another point of note/point of contention is the fact that stephen and mac...don’t...really get along. stephen’s weird, they butt heads a lot, it all stresses tony the fuck out.

+ to all of the above, tony was actually really leery about mac in the beginning. and almost all of it has to do with the fact that tony knows what someone seeing an easy payday in him looks like. the fact that mac, for whatever reasons of his own, sticks around when that doesn’t happen is what brings him around.

+ tony and maccready have a lot in common, as far as shared trauma goes. they’ve both lost people they loved in horrible ways: maccready’s wife lucy was killed by feral ghouls, his kid is sick with the new plague (a prewar disease that was also called the blue flu because of the blue boils someone would get with it - and is incredibly fatal) and may not make it. they both have an ingrained fear of losing someone else they love. the difference is, overall, mac has his shit together so much better than tony does. he’s the mature one, if we’re being honest, he’s the one that knows how to handle the day to day domestic in the way that tony actually never really has, even now. so while they share that, the fact is they’re different enough in the right ways to balance each other out pretty well. mac is also leader material, but on a smaller scale. the eventual plan is to get tony to semi-retire (never fully, he’ll never be able to not) and let mac oversee a settlement so tony can tinker.

+ third bone of contention - which isn’t really, it’s just a good example of prewar vs. wastelander mindset - is childrearing. tony believes in letting kids be kids as long as they can be, especially with how shitty the wasteland can be - but the degree to which he feels that way about it isn’t feasible for the moment. so it’s not really argument material more...you know you’re raising children of the corn, right?

+ mac absolutely calls tony a mungo, and tony has no idea what mungo means. he really, honestly thinks mac’s pulling his fucking leg and that it doesn’t mean anything at all.

+ the rock thing: tony mistakes a rock in the water for a mirelurk one time and maccready never lets it go. but: mac keeps handing tony rocks thinking he’s funny. tony has a box full of said rocks. he thinks nobody knows about it. everyone knows about the rocks. maccready has been known to send genuinely pretty rocks by way of apology when they fight and tony’s grumbling to himself in his lab (in the confines of fort hagen proper).

+ they don’t really agree about synths. tony is very, very pro-synths are sentient beings and not property. mac isn’t a fan. it’s one of those subjects tony actively avoids - and after fallout 4′s main quest endgame has very little bearing on their actual daily lives, though he does do some tourist work for the railroad and doesn’t exactly hide it from mac.

+ duncan (mac’s kid) finally does get brought to the commonwealth, for the record.

+ in the beginning tony is very much still...fly by the seat of his pants on a lot of things? he doesn’t think twice about spending longer in the glowing sea than he’s given an estimate for (and with no way to reach him most of the time because of the radiation) or taking off to vegas on a whim (and taking a month to get back because he returns on a caravan full of people important to someone else in this little group to make sure they get there safely), but as time goes on and he settles in, he tends to do this less and less without warning. he’ll probably never stop completely doing it - tony follows his nose and his gut and thinks it’s way better to ask for forgiveness than permission - but they get to be a rarer occurrence.

+ tony has never given mac a solid nickname. you know, like pepper or rhodey or happy. it attaches meaning to it, and for a long while he’s trying so damn hard to not get attached, and now...well, now it’s just a matter of how creative can he get with puns of mac’s name. he’s also never once in his life called maccready anything but by maccready or a pun thereof. no rj, no nothing.

+ they’re both rough and tumble - in the sense that playfighting ends with a higher than average amount of boo-boos. they are, honest to god, children. how many times has one or the other ended up with mud down their shirt who knows. not me. has tony had to have his jaw reset when a tickle fight goes wrong? you betcha. has one or the other punched the opposite in their sleep? oh yeah.

+ overall they’re very domestic? like they have a life and it’s not always fun and exciting adventure entering prewar ruins and fighting super mutants or deathclaws or whatever. a lot of it is day to day bullshit and being adults and chasing after the kids and fixing this generator or that water pump or herding binky the brahmin back into her pen because she got out again and their neighbor from three plots down won’t double check his gate and - point being, the angst level is actually fairly low, there’s not as much upheaval as you might think, though they do have their fights and arguments about actual life things - less so about iron man, amazingly - and most of that’s down to the fact that they, literally, come from such different worlds, between tony being prewar and mac being a dyed in the wool waster. like...it’s not a perfect coffee shop au relationship where everything is sparkles and rainbows, they function in a way real people do in that sometimes they don’t agree. and sometimes they argue. and they’ll make up and move on. it’s not dramatic, but honestly i love them so much, i love that about them, how they function like a real couple.

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ES Act 2, Scene 9 - Bar Crawl

Title: Endless Summer: The (un)Official Screenplay

Main Pairings: Estela x Ian (M!MC), Jake x Alyssa (F!MC)

Other Pairings: Craig x Zahra, Grace x Aleister, Michelle x Sean, Diego x Varyyn

Genre: Full Rewrite

Rating: PG-13 for swearing, violence, alcohol, and sexuality

Summary: Raj gets a bright idea to bring everyone together in the wake of the sabotage incident.

Previous Scene: Rivalry

Masterlist: Link

Note: Some quotes are just too perfect to change... ;)

EXT. THE CELESTIAL - ROOFTOP - DAY

Alyssa emerges onto the roof to find Raj, Quinn, Zahra, and Ian already there. The atmosphere is surprisingly relaxed. Diego’s eyes light up when he spots Raj.

DIEGO: Look who’s here!

RAJ: Nice! Hey, Alyssa!

Alyssa crosses her arms.

ALYSSA: Okay, what’s this all about?

IAN: If you’re “here to talk to us about the Avengers Initiative,” I am so in.

Everyone laughs.

RAJ: As cool as that would be, no. Let’s be honest: if this whole Civil War thing keeps up, we’re never gonna get off the island. We gotta bring everyone together. We need a feast.

The others stare at him blankly.

ZAHRA: Hold up. Did you just say “a feast?”

RAJ: Yep! It’s this thing my grandma used to say: “Words make war, but pies make peace.”

ALYSSA: That... is literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

DIEGO: Alyssa!

IAN: Come on, it’s genius. It’s just like that Snickers commercial! “You’re not you when you’re hungry!”

RAJ: See? Ian gets it!

Raj and Ian high five. Alyssa shrugs.

ALYSSA: I mean, I guess it can’t hurt. Worst case scenario, at least we get to eat. So what’s the plan?

QUINN: Diego and I are gonna help Raj with the cooking!

ZAHRA: The hell am I supposed to do? I suck at cooking. Trust me.

RAJ: Nah, I’ve got a special job for you!

ZAHRA: --And I’m out. I hate jobs.

DIEGO: I think you’ll like this one. It involves alcohol...

Zahra hesitates near the stairwell.

ZAHRA: Okay, I’m listening.

RAJ: The most important part of any feast is booze! And not just the average stuff. I need somebody who knows quality when she sees it.

ZAHRA: Hell yeah, now you’re speaking my language! I’m your girl. Anybody else in?

ALYSSA: Bar crawl? Let’s do this!

She looks at Ian expectantly. He sighs.

IAN (shrugging): Sure. Somebody’s gotta be the responsible one.

ALYSSA: You do that. I just want to be a taste tester.

Zahra and Alyssa bump fists.

RAJ: Alright then, we’ve got our plans! Zahra, I trust you know the kinda stuff we’ll need. Operation Epic Feast is a go!

As the group turns to head back down the stairs, the sound of pounding footsteps makes them pause. Craig emerges, a massive grin on his face.

CRAIG: Heard somethin’ about a bar crawl? ‘Sup, Raj?

RAJ: Craig!

ZAHRA: Ugh. Please go away.

ALYSSA: You in, Craig?

CRAIG: Hells yeah!

ZAHRA: No, he’s not.

IAN: Wait, what’s the problem? The more the merrier, right?

Craig and Zahra look at each other awkwardly. Zahra sighs.

ZAHRA: ...No problem. Fine. Let’s just go.

[MONTAGE]

The four of them enter the ballroom, scooping up some expensive champagne and everyone except Ian tasting a bit. Then they head up to a bar in the fifth floor lounge, mixing up a few drinks in the process; even Ian joins in this time. He smiles and toasts with the others.

IAN: You know, ‘Lyss, I’m not always an “obnoxious tight-ass.”

ALYSSA (smiling): Guess you can be pretty cool. Once in a while.

CRAIG: Let’s drink to that!

They continue on to the pool bar and the minibar behind the front desk, getting progressively tipsier each time, before finally stopping in front of a room marked “V.I.P. Lounge.”

[END MONTAGE]

CRAIG: Let’s. Break. Down. This. Door!

Craig rams his whole body against the door, but to no effect.

CRAIG: Hey, why won’t it let me in? This door’s... a dick.

ZAHRA: Cuz you’re not a V.I.P., dumbass. Unless that stands for... Vomiting... Idiot... Poo-head.

Alyssa and Ian double over in laughter.

CRAIG (sarcastically): Wow. Sick burn, Z. Really got me with that one.

Zahra kneels down by the keypad and examines it.

ZAHRA: Pfft. What kinda amateur shit is this? Watch and learn, y’all!

IAN: Uh, are you... you sure this is the best-great-best idea? You’re kinda drunk...

ALYSSA (giggling): So are you! Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk!

IAN: You have too! Remember that one time when... at Hartfeld last year... our 21st?

Alyssa breaks down into a fit of giggles.

ALYSSA: Yes! How the hell could I forget?! Back when you were still fun... dork-face.

IAN (laughing): I’m still fun, you, uh... double dork-face.

Craig walks up behind the twins and wraps an arm around each of them.

CRAIG: Y’all, you two dudes are pretty cool.

Zahra taps various wires together while muttering to herself. Finally, the door opens.

ZAHRA: Hell yeah, slap my ass and call me Snape, because I just worked some magic!

Everyone stares at her blankly.

ZAHRA: ...Tell anyone I said that, and you’re dead.

The four of them walk into the V.I.P. lounge. Dazzling lights sparkle in the ceiling, and a beautiful water fountain bubbles in the center of the room. At the far end sits a bar. ‘90s hip-hop blasts from the speakers.

CRAIG: Oh whaaaaat? This place is lit! Why are we not tearing it down every night?

ZAHRA: Because I can think of a million better ways to spend my time than watching your sweaty ass.

CRAIG: Pfft. You’re just jealous of my moves.

Craig does a little dance. It is not impressive.

ZAHRA (slurring): Alright! I got this!

Zahra steps unsteadily toward the bar and flops down onto a couch. Alyssa stumbles into a seat beside her.

IAN: ...And I’m stuck being the responsible one. Totally called it.

He walks unsteadily over to the bar and starts searching through the bottles.

IAN: Hey, Zahra? Or anybody? Is this a good one to grab?

He holds up a bottle of Macallan. Zahra whistles.

ZAHRA: Damn. Hell yeah!

ALYSSA: My brother... is a goddamn genius...

IAN: Can I get that in, like, writing?

Craig pulls out a cheese tray from somewhere, raising it over his head and singing the “Item Get” tune from Zelda off-key.

CRAIG (singing): Craig found a cheese tray!

IAN: Wait, Craig, that cheese might be old, you should probably-

Craig wolfs the cheese into his mouth. Ian facepalms.

IAN: ...Never mind.

ZAHRA: Don’t bother. Craig’s a human garbage disposal. One time freshman year, he ate a chocolate bar he found in a hot tub...

ALYSSA: Wait, are you serious? You gotta tell me more!

ZAHRA: Okay, so, this dude told him...

As the two girls talk, Ian looks for more bottles of Macallan when he notices a half-drunk glass of whiskey sitting at the bar.

IAN: Huh. That’s weird.

CRAIG: What’s weird, bro? That that whiskey ain’t been drunk yet? Cuz that’s a real problem--

IAN: No, wait. Hang on.

As Craig picks up the glass and downs the rest of the whiskey, Ian examines the piece of paper that the glass had been sitting on. On the paper, with impeccable penmanship, is written the words “Satellite Uplink Activation Code” and a series of random numbers. Ian pockets the paper for later, then walks over to where Alyssa and Zahra lay sprawled out on the couch, asleep.

IAN: ‘Lyss. Hey. Wake up.

ALYSSA (groggily): Wha? Huh? Wasn’t me! Ian did it!

IAN: Come on, sis. Let’s get you to your own bed; there’s a feast tonight...

ALYSSA: Blehhhhh...

Ian manages to haul Alyssa to her feet as Craig does the same for Zahra. Together, the four of them hobble off, stumbling and giggling.

Next Scene: United They Stand

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