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my-sherlock221b · 3 years

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Supernatural Rewatch Ramblings: Bloodlust

2020-21 has been a huge transformative time for many of us. Whether we wanted it or not, we have been forced to stop, switch gears, rethink, reflect, let go, make new priorities, discover who we really are and who we want to be in the face of adversity.

One of those transformations for me has been giving up on control and finding a way to surrender to the power of the universe. Another has been to not let perfection be the enemy of good.

You may well wonder---What does all this have to do with the Bloodlust rewatch and review??!

Probably nothing LOL except for the fact that I still have to write up my review on Bloody Mary and have been unable to write for various reasons. And then because the Bloody Mary review was still incomplete I could not write about the next one etc etc etc.

So when we watched Bloodlust two days ago in the continuing re-watch, I decided that I am going to re-start the review, and from exactly where I am right now!

If time and life permits I might fill in the gaps later. If not, well, life is unpredictable and weird and we keep calm as it carries on….Thank you for coming to my Philosophy talk….:)

Read below for the Boodlust review, Season 2 episode 3 and look out for the post from @soulmates-for-real on this rewatch too!!

The opening scene is the perfect switch and bait because we as an audience have been trained to latch on to types and identities and representations.

Woman in white night gown screaming and running--victim

Person who brutally beheads her—villain.

A few minutes into the episode we realize that we were wrong.

A good few minutes later we realize that we were wrong about being wrong.]

Haha.

We are idjits, swept away on the eddies and currents of this masterfully written and directed episode. Thank you Sera Gamble and Robert Singer!

The acting and the mesmerizing beauty of the two leads is worthy of an entire essay of its own but in order to have a life and finish this review I shall only say this—Oh my goodness HOW gorgeous is Jensen Ackles?!!

It is sometimes impossible to look at him in this episode because my eyes didn’t know where to land! That perfect face? The lips? Those eyes?? The quirk of the eyebrows? Those micro expressions that are constantly weaving across his face? The smile? The way his lips move when he talks?? His hair? The Samulet?

And then the shot pans out and includes his hand and the ring and honestly it’s a miracle I could follow the plot at all.

So the images I am going to include in this review, much as I love Sam Winchester and Jared Padalecki, are all of Dean Winchester. It’s a criminal waste to not do so when the man is just an ode to perfection.

Sheila O’Malley’s review of this episode is in itself a work of art and a thing of beauty so I will direct you most enthusiastically towards it and only add here my little pennyworth bits. Do click on this link but be prepared to sink into a one hour read which will make you feel like you were dropped into the episode itself.

https://www.sheilaomalley.com/?p=87187

Here is a quote from her review which is so insightful.

These are the details that a director like Robert Singer never misses, and at this point his relationship with Ackles and Padalecki would be almost telepathic (it’s probably 100% telepathic now). He has said before that he and Kripke were such a good team because Kripke’s primary concern is Plot/Gore/Horror and Singer’s primary concern is Character/Relationship. And they both end up in the same place. It’s a good mix. If Singer were also Plot/Gore/Horror focused, we wouldn’t have the depth of relationship which is the real point of the show, its real hook.

For a much briefer and far less technically adept and analytical review, read on here!

The opening of this episode shows us the Impala from every possible angle. Gleaming, gorgeous, road -worthy. This is mirrored by Dean. He is also gleaming, gorgeous and roadworthy. He is in a happy mood that not even Sam’s little brother snitty comments can deflate.

Here is the soundtrack of this episode for those who are interested.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0835248/soundtrack

Here is some random but fun trivia:

Dean tells Sam in one scene "If it's Supernatural, we kill it." One of the rare times the title of the show is actually spoken in the dialogue.

This is the first episode where Sam began parting his hair down the middle, the hairstyle he'd keep the rest of the series.

( I didn’t like his hair too much in this episode honestly but then again I could barely see anyone beyond Dean :D)

During the filming of this episode Jared injured his hand when he fell badly during a stunt. He thought it was merely sprained and went straight into filming the next episode without having it checked. But it got more and more painful and finally he went to the doctor and discovered that his hand was, in fact, broken. Because he had already begun filming, he couldn't bandage the hand until filming for that episode was finished. The writers ended up writing in an accident for Sam and his line "I think she broke my hand" to explain the fact that for the following few episodes he would be wearing a cast.

When Dean kills a vampire, blood is sprayed on his face, mostly on his right cheek. In the next shot the pattern is different, and notably the right cheek is almost clean. Furthermore, his mouth was agape when he made the kill, risking the blood getting into his mouth and turning him into a vampire. While the brothers didn't yet know how a vampire is made at that point, Gordon did and should have been alarmed that Dean might have gotten some of the blood in his mouth.

A random behind the scene shot from the episode:

Guess who she is? Apparently this is Jensen’s sister in a super brief role in Bloodlust!

On to the review, or rather some of my thoughts during the re-watch.

The first scene with the Sheriff they are interrogating him about the cattle mutilations is hilarious. The way they bluff their way into the morgue is hilarious. Dean always leading and Sam following.

Random trivia: When Dean enters the morgue with Sam and sees the name tag of "J Manners", it has been thought the name was to honor Jeffrey Dean Morgan and series producer Kim Manners. Dean guesses "John" - Jeffrey's character name - and the intern corrects with "Jeff"

It a testament to the way Supernatural has trained its audience that we barely blink when they pull out a decapitated head in the morgue, squabble over who is more chicken, dig into the mouth and eventually discover vampire fangs.

Yes, of course they do.

Next scene: Two hot guys walk into a bar…..

…….where the adorable Benny, who is not Benny in this episode but a random dude ( spoilers—later we find out the dude is a vampire), gives them directions/ mis- directions to a possible vampire nest.

We see the first glimpse of Gordon Walker, amazingly played by Sterling K. Brown, and making us worry about and dislike him almost right away. The way he is shown with the light and shade bars on his face from the window blinds is so menacing.

The next few scenes continue to build that sense of unease where the Winchester brothers, apparently telepathically, decide to double back and catch him following them, then he shows them his car and his weapons, where he references their dad and then refuses their offer for help.

The scene where he shows them his car is like a painting. (The car by the way is just as inconspicuous as the Impala –which is to say NOT AT ALL!! How do these people stay below the radar of the regular law enforcement is a mystery….).

The dust highlighting the rays of light, the two brothers on one side of the car and Gordon at the other, it’s all so consciously set up for a few seconds worth of screen time. Impressive!

Next comes a truly brutal kill, at Dean’s hands, which we don’t even see except as a spray of blood on his face. Poetic! But it is Dean’s expression that makes my stomach clench. His eyes are dead and he is somewhere deep that even Sam can’t reach, as we can see from the distress on Sam’s face.

Gordon of course is all chipper and full of bonhomie and offers to buy them drinks.

That following scene is the one which gives Wincest brother-wives vibes like 100%.

Sam plays the role of the disgruntled ‘wife’ to perfection. No one but hubby is allowed to use the nickname. He hates the male bonding going on with Gordon and the more Gordon seems to slip into Dean’s inner circle, the more uncomfortable Sam gets, until he finally decides that he just cannot physically be there any more.

Dean’s smug expression when Sam tells Gordon off for calling him Sammy, his instant worry at Sam going back alone, his hand raised in exasperation to convey to Gordon—look what I have to put up with-- the tossing of the keys to his car----it is all a symphony of Dean playing his part in the brother-wives orchestra.

The last line?! ‘Remind me to beat the buzzkill out of you later.’ And Sam’s expression at that? That’s exactly the way a bullying /abusive husband would react to a nagging wife who doesn’t like his toxic friends and wonders how he can be so blind as to not see them for the bad influence they clearly are.

( Bad Dean!!!)

Sam goes back to the motel and does his due diligence by checking with Ellen, gets kidnapped by vampires, released and on his return is disgusted to find Gordon inside their motel room.

The next scene is where Dean erupts, having clearly had enough of the shifting power dynamics between them over the evening. Sam has been silently judging him since the kill and Gordon has managed to ‘other’ Sam and make Dean feel validated in his own bloodlust as a hunter.

Dean clocks Sam one.

Wow. I did not see that coming. And what shocked me at this re- watch is that Sam just takes it.

Like an abused wife, he just takes it. Not only that, sometime later in the episode he tells Dean to hit him again if it is going to make him feel better.

NO Sam! NO!!! This is NOT healthy and this is NOT the way to deal….ugh. Sigh.

Then the second half of the episode swings in and the moral dilemma they face becomes clear when the victim and villain switch roles and Dean is shook enough to question his dad’s judgement!

Dean is still kind of trying to give Gordon the benefit of the doubt even though he sees him literally torturing the vampire. But of course all bets are off the instant he touches Sam. Dean pulls his gun on him. I was surprised that he didn’t shoot him just on principle later simply because he hurt Sam even if it was a small cut.

That is Dean’s definition of monsters-- Anything that hurts Sam. 😊

We don’t know it at this time, and spoilers ahead, but maybe Dean has been so annoyed and violent with Sam at the idea that he is standing up for MONSTERS is because he might also be one….and the way he looks at the end when he realizes that his whole life’s philosophy has been upended.

There are the details about the vampires who drink cattle blood so they don’t harm humans and therefore want to be treated as the good guys. Of course it is all about the inherent struggle between who you are and what you do—something that shows up hugely magnified in the later seasons when Sam is struggling with his own demon blood addiction and the knowledge of the demon blood inside him.

He needs desperately to believe in this as the utmost foundation stone of his life and its purpose—what you DO is more important than what you ARE!

So even if you are a monster, if you don’t behave like one—that is your redemption.

But it’s not just anybody whose faith he wants in his struggle to prove to himself that he is not a monster. He needs it from Dean.

Remember the dialogue from the panic room “Don’t you say that to me. Don’t YOU say that to me.”

And the fake voicemail set up by Zachariah exploits this at the time of the breaking of the last seal.

Of course he doesn’t know any of this yet, but that’s Sam fucking Winchester for you –always purer and better than his circumstances allow. Always struggling to do better, be better.😍

It is fascinating how the visuals and the roles these two play are of rugged handsome men, badass heroes-- Dean of course super macho role playing all the time. But there are so many layers upon layers and honestly if it wasn’t for Jared and Jensen’s fine nuanced and impeccable acting adding depth to the characters, the show would not have held our interest for this long.

We are shown Sam as the brains with his lore and research, but then in the very next episode (Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things), we see Dean connect dots faster than Sherlock Holmes.

Dean is shown as the instinctively violent one with the gun under his pillow, trigger happy, and in this episode even that brutal kill of the vampire on the docks. But then please remember the way Sam kills Gordon finally. Or the insane way he bites himself to get blood for drawing sigils. Or the way he just simply shoots the crossroads demon point blank!

We see Sam as the soft hearted one and he does rescue kids once in a while, but he is never shown to bond with them even a fraction of the way Dean does—so effortlessly. Also the ladies of course, all of whom have a soft spot for Dean. The exceptions being Sarah and Madison, both of whom completely ignored Dean. Oh and that doctor from Sex and Violence.

Dean has had his share of bad dates of course with Cassie, the woman who gave birth to his magical superfast growing daughter ( who was killed by Sam), and the whole Lisa arc, but somehow we are shown Sam as the one who is invested in relationships. Hello?! Sam was planning to marry Jessica without having told her a thing about his life while Dean told Cassie the secret as soon as he thought he was in love and wanted a relationship.

So anyway, just to say that a rewatch is so brilliant because we know more about them at this point than they do and the character arc is such a thing of beauty to see unfolding!

That last scene where Dean is in a thoughtful frame of mind, the sun is rising overhead ( as a metaphor for him seeing the light, maybe?)--that insanely gorgeous shot of Dean with the ring of fire and light and his absolutely perfect face in a close up…sigh.

Then he thanks Sam for pushing him to see this grey area and for the first time in that episode Sam finally smiles.

His big brother is back with him.

And then he commits to Dean too. Ah…how it warms my heart to hear this dialogue!

DEAN I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up.

SAM What do you mean?

DEAN Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives.

SAM Okay.

DEAN What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us...

SAM Dean, after what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could.

DEAN I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things; and man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it.

SAM You didn't kill Lenore.

DEAN No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all.

SAM Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters.

DEAN Yeah. Well, 'cause you're a pain in my ass.

SAM Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then.

DEAN Thanks.

SAM Don't mention it.

Transcript here http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/index.php?title=2.03_Bloodlust_%28transcript%29

Guess Sam does stick around for the next 15 years to be a pain in the ass 😊

Some quotes from the writers about this episode:

· "The episode was really about what Dean would become if he didn't watch out: that Gordon was Dean in ten years if Sam didn't ask the difficult questions and keep him from getting too militant." - Executive story editor Sera Gamble

· "We set out to create a monster episode where you weren't entirely sure whether these monsters should be killed." - Eric Kripke

· "For me, the show is at its best when the supernatural story reveals something new about the brothers, or forces them to change in some way. Sam and Dean's realization that they've basically been raised as 'monster racists' was really meaty stuff. Exploring these characters' flaws is just as important as showcasing their heroism - these are the things that make them human, that make us invest in them." - Raelle Tucker

Check out this site for more amazing trivia and stuff

http://www.jonescave.com/supernatural/Episode/Episode.php?s=2&e=3#PopCulture

I have already finished watching the next episode ‘Children’s Shouldn’t play with Dead Things’….so let’s hope I get around to writing a review sometime soon !

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stellar-alley · 4 years

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Everfalls

•Chapter 17•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

(Summary: The Losers attend the school's annual field trip to a small island. What possibly could go wrong?! )

The next morning Richie drove the two Ancestors to school in time to meet up at the required time before the bus leaves at 6.

“What animal schedules a school trip at 6 am?” Richie groaned as he parked at his normal spot in the school parking lot. Once the engine was off Richie finally turned to look at Eddie but quickly glanced down at their hands that were intertwined on the console between them.

After the fight and Richie’s terrible impressions, they eventually made up; they both mentally agreed that they can’t risk separating at this point, especially with the trip in literal hours.

“Well we’re here, we can’t bail now,” Eddie shrugged as he looked from Richie, out into the rising sun over the horizon. “Come on, let’s go puppy.” Eddie requested with a smirk as he opened his door, nearly took a step out before he looked over to Richie for help, his big doe eyes shining in the morning sun.

Richie smiled warmly before he hopped out, went to Eddie’s side and took his hand in his to help him down. “M'lady,” Richie said as Eddie stepped down beside him.

In response he got a slap on the shoulder, “Trashmouth” Eddie playfully rolled his eyes. He grabbed his bag from the back and stepped aside to allow Richie to retrieve his own before they closed the trunk and made their way towards the school.

The rest of the Losers could be seen by the bleachers not too far away from where the teachers were rounding up all the other students who were going on the trip.

“Sup Losers!” Richie called out as he and Eddie approached the others.

“Hey Rich, glad you could make it.” Bev shot him a smirk as she took a drag from her cigarette.

“I don't think any of us have ever seen you up before 8.” Mike joked, he turned to Eddie and asked, “Did you have to lure him out of bed with like a 6 shot of coffee?”. Mike didn’t make jokes like that often, but when he did, they were good.

Richie let out a bark of laughter and slapped his thigh, “Aha! Mikey gets off a good one. No but seriously imma pass out on the bus wake me up when it’s time to go home”. No one was sure whether he was being serious or not…

It was a miracle that all of the Losers were conveniently going on this trip. It was an English trip that was always accompanied by the Creative Writing class, which was taught by Mrs. Stuart. So Richie, Eddie, Ben and Stan were all in English together while Bev, Bill and Mike took the creative writing class.

While they awaited for further instructions from their teachers, the teens talked about random gossip they’d heard recently or rant about family/school life. Almost everyone had something to add, almost. Bill nodded and looked interested, yet he never spoke, well unless he was spoken to but everyone got the vibe that he wanted to be left alone (which was correct). So he stood slightly behind Stanley, so close that the taller boy could feel Bill’s heavy sigh on the back of his neck. It sent shivers down Stan’s spine.

When it was time to line up to get onto the bus, the Losers were the first in line. It allowed them to get the luxury of the back seats. Bill claimed the window seat of the second last seat, Stan slid in beside him, the two boys almost immediately fell asleep, Bill head rested on Stan’s shoulder while Stan’s rested on top of Bill’s. Mike claimed the seat behind them, the back seat. He sat on the edge with his feet in the aisle to face his friends. Richie and Eddie took one back seat while Ben and Bev claimed the one in front of them.

Everyone got settled and ready for the hour (or so) ride ahead. Suddenly, Ben whipped out Uno, things just got interesting.

“Don’t you fucking dare do it” Eddie glared daggers at Richie who slowly placed a pick up four card on top of the privious Uno card.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie swore as he tossed the rest of his cards down onto the pile.

Richie couldn’t hold back his laughter as he watched Eddie fume and sulk in the corner. Ben and Bev joined in as they sat on their knees and leaned over the back of their seat and into Eddie and Richie’s area.

“Wanna play another round?” Ben inquired as Eddie shook his head.

“I’m tired- plus if this ass hat pulls another plus 4 card out I’m going to kill everyone on this bus, then myself” Eddie said in a joking tone.

Once Bev and Ben were turned around and settled back into their seat, Eddie leaned his head against the window and his hands on his knees.

Neither of them could deny the fact that they both felt a little claustrophobic on the bus, their Ancestral sides craved to break out and run free. They felt too big for their bodies, like their skin was stretching and their bones were aching.

Richie examined the other Ancestor, the morning sunlight made his freckles shine like stars in the night sky. As much as he wanted to count each and every one of them, his attention was caught by something that rippled over Eddie’s hand. He looked down and noticed how the veins on Eddie's hands, the ones that usually go unnoticed, were dark, almost black. As if someone had injected a black ink like iquo into his veins. Richie quickly slapped a hand over Eddie’s.

Eddie’s eyes snapped down to the hand that Richie held. “It’s okay Rich, it happens on the full moon sometimes. Usually not this early on in the day but- later on it’ll get worse. For the both of us” A grime wave passed over Eddie's eyes as he looked at Richie.

Richie shook his head, slowly, and carefully took Eddie’s hand in his and lifted it up to his face where he kissed the back of his hand, black veins and all.

Eddie blushed, leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of Richie’s neck. Richie wrapped his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and held him close. “Get some shut eye, we’ve still got a ways to go…”.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen” Mr Brock said as he stepped off the bus, ahead of the students. “Woah one by one” He instructed as the students began rushing out of the bus.

The losers were the first ones on, that mean they would be the last ones off. Seeing the cliffs, the long green grass, the water that came with the salt in the air, Eddie and Richie were dying to get out and be one with nature. Their extra energy had them bouncing in their seats as they waited for the line up to slowly make its way out of the bus.

“Tag” Richie whispered into Eddie’s ear the moment he stepped off the bus. Immediately afterwards he started sprinting away from the bus, his Ancestral blood pumping through his veins, a certain weight lifted off their shoulders as they ran out in the open. Richie had ran in a circle around their group of students before Eddie quickly caught up and slapped his back-

“Boys calm down!” Mrs. Stuart, called out with a small glare.

Richie halted, Eddie ran into his back. They both turned and giggled like little school girls. “Good one Rich, getting us in trouble before the tour even starts” Eddie mumbled as Richie elbowed him back in response.

Soon a representative from the island came to talk to them and explain how they’d go to the main castle and that’s where they’d meet the tour guide. During that time, Riche took a moment to survey his surroundings.

The wind blew in soft bursts through the tall lush grass on the outskirts of the small city, which consisted of the main building, which could’ve been called a small castle by the way it looked from the outside. Not only was it a castle but it also dubbed as a hotel. But there were also about 20 houses and some general stores. Beyond the main city area, the grass flowed out onto the gravel beaches and into the white waves. Farther out, down a hill there would be ruins of the original city that once laid there. All that was left were tunnels, caves and cement foundation.

“Now this would be a cool place to spend a full moon…” Richie’s voice drifted off as he imagined it in his head.

“Hmm sure” Eddie replied without taking his eyes away from the teacher who was speaking.

“Seriously though! Imagine it, running wild in the ruins, frightening the villagers” Richie jokes. Eddie rolled his eyes, Richie sighed, “Okay what about the beach? You can’t say you haven’t imagined spending a full moon out by the water” he reasoned as he looked at Eddie straight on.

Eddie’s arms that had once been crossed were now down by his sides, “Even if I did, it’s not like we can, our safest option is to just spend it with your dad. We cannot risk getting caught, not now” he huffed.

The wolf knew the rabbit had a point, but he couldn’t help thinking what it would be like to live like the Ancestors had before, at one with nature.

“So if you would kindly follow me into the lobby where you will be introduced to your tour guide for today” The man explained as he led the group through the little town area that separated them from the castle.

All the students oowed and awed at the old fashioned buildings that sat on either side of the road they walked on. Everything was made out of red burgundy bricks, wooden rooftops and white fences.

“It is kinda cool…” Eddie mumbled to Richie.

The group approached the castle and noticed the professional looking lady that stood on the front steps. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming to our quaint little island of Balmoral” The lady held her arms out to welcome the students before she continued her speech. “This island is protected by the ocean on all sides, the only way of accessing it is during the day while the tide is low. So our time is short, that’s why I’m so glad we get to have you all hear for the limited time between high tide, shall we begin?”.

“That’s what I was saying! Come on Eddie spaghetti you really need to start listening to me-“ Richie was cut off when he ran into Eddie who was walking infront of him, but had ubrutly stopped. “Woah what’s up spaghetti-“

“Shut up trashmouth” Eddie hissed, his eyes wide, body frozen in shock. Before Richie could question him further, Eddie took a few swift steps and practically hid behind Richie’s taller figure.

“Shut up- Shut up shut up!” Richie turned to face Eddie who shrank back, away from Richie touch. His voice was low and anxious, he was almost shaking as his eyes finally met.

“Woah what’s going on. Eddie talk to me” Richie whispered low enough for only Eddie to hear. To comfort Eddie, Richie reached his hand out and placed it on the back of the other’s head, sliding his fingers under Eddie’s beanie and into his hair. He felt Eddie physically melt into his touch

Eddie hesitated before he Began, “T-That lady is-“.

“Everything okay?” Mike asked with concern as he came up from behind them.

“A-Asthma” Eddie gasped as he started waving his hand around as if he were gesturing for someone to give him something.

Richie rapidly clued in on what Eddie was gesturing to. He did that dance when you check your pockets, he tried his inner jacket pocket, outer jacket pocket, amd both of his pant pockets. Then hre remembered where he kept it and leaped to open his bag’s back pocket. Quickly he yanked Eddie’s spare inhaler from the pocket, shook it rapidly and handed it to Eddie.

The rabbit barley had any time to question why Richie had it before he popped it in his mouth, one pump, two pumpes. Finally his breath slowly began to return.

“I-I’m okay” Eddie breathed, releaved to be able to have his breath back.

“Always prepare, right Rich?” Mike clapped him on the back, shooting him a proud smile before he went to catch up with the rest of the Losers who were at the front of the group. Stan had noticed Eddie’s little attack and instead of leading the rest of the group towards the ancestors, he suggested they go towards the front to hear what the tour guide had to say, in hopes that they wouldn’t notice what was happening.

Eddie and Richie stayed behind as they turned to face eachother.

“What the hell is going on?” Richie demanded with a serious tone.

“Me? Why the hell do you have my spare inhaler? I knew I lost this thing!”.

“I took it to be prepared for exactly this” Richie said.

Eddie began theoriesing, “But my asthma never fucking acts up anymore so why-“.

Richie sntached the inhaler out of Eddie’s grasp and shoved it back into his pocket, “OKay I was worried? Sue me. What the fuck happened in the first place?”.

It was almost as if Eddie had forgotten what he’d seen only minutes before. “That lady, the fucking tour guide, is in the council-“

“WHAT!” Richie exclaimed, catching everyone’s attention in doing so. The students, teachers, and the lady tour guide all turned to stare at the all too shocked teenage boy and his smaller, feistier boyfriend. “What do you mean this was Shakespeare's summer cottage! That’s so cool” Richie joked as he forced a laugh. Thankfully his shitty performance made everyone feel awkward enough to look away as the tour guide continued her introduction.

“Jesus trashmouth” Eddie groaned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Not the time Kasbrak, you've got some explaining to do” Richie rubs the back of his kneck as he closes his eyes in hopes of rubbing away the emarrasment he just endured.

“That lady is Elizah Brightmoon, she’s the leader of the fucking council” Eddie stressed.

Richie raised his eyebrows, “What? How the hell is she here?” He interrogated.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? What are we supposed to do! If she sees me I’m as good as dead. And we both know they wouldn’t mind that” Eddie glanced away, behind Richie’s shoulder to look at the tour guide, Elizah. She was explaing the plan for their day.

“Call your parents they must know what to do” Eddie waved wildingly at Richie who proceeded to search for his phone.

The teen found his phone in his inner jacket pocket and quickly dialed his dad’s mobile number which Went had him memorize when he was a kid. His heart nearly stopped when he heard the beep and a robotic voice tell him that he’s ‘Out of range of any cellular towers’ and that he should ‘please find the nearest cellular tower to continue your call’.

“Shit, I don’t have service” Richie groaned as he ran his hand over his snapback, carful not to reveal his wolf ears.

“What does that mean?” Eddie lifted an eyebrow as he had yet to grasp all of the human’s concepts of technology.

“I-I can’t call them. We’re on our own” Richie realized.

“Now if you’d follow me then we can begin our tour of the castle” Elizah began as she moved into the castle. The group slowly followed behind her, Richie and Eddie shared a look or worry before they tilted their heads down and followed behind everyone else.

The tour actually went fairly well, once they were shown the main lobby of the castle, Mr Brock split them up into two groups, one group went with Eliza while the other went with Mr Brock and Janet, one of the other tour guides who was, according to Eddie ‘some random lady he didn’t know’.

By the power of lucky, or magic, Eddie and Richie were put into the group led by Janet. Aside from the two being nearly overwhelmed by worry, they were actually kinda able to enjoy the tour with their friends.

First Janet led them through the castle, citing off random facts about its creation and the builder. Which The Losers mostly listened to, Rich and Bev made jokes about what the creator probably really did in each room, Eddie complained about how dirty everything probably is (and worried about the whole council thing). Ben, Stan and Mike actually listened and tried to take notes. Bill tried to as well but he couldn’t help but notice how tense Richie and Eddie had become.

Sure things were tense between Eddie and Bill (Richie too, even though Bill didn’t know Richie’s secret, he was still on edge), but it was as if they made a mental agreement to stay on opposite ends of their group and keep to limited conversation if any.

Before they left the castle, Janet showed them around the lobby. The room was massive, and very fancy. White tiled floors, high ceilings with intricate designs made of gold and silver. In the middle was a massive crystal chandelier that hung elegantly from the ceiling. In the main area of the lobby there were couches and love seats for people to sit or wait, the main desk, and in the back there was an almost museum like set up.

The tour guide held her hand out to show off the display cases infront of her as she led toe group towards the back of the lobby. “Here we have our artifact sections. Everything here had an important part in Balmoral’s creation, from the first shovel that broke dirt to the last weapon that was used as defense” Janet paused in the middle of the mini musem to allow the students to wander and look at the artifacts.

There were about 10 display cases that house various items, shovels and pickaxes as Janet described, as well as old knives, daggers, rusty old guns. But one gun in particular caught Bill’s eye, it looked newer, cleaner and shinier. A familiar small patch of rust around the mussel.

Old memories flooded his mind as he recalled the various times his father had sat him down and told him his latest and greatest story from the most recent hunt. Bill’s lips unconsciously curved into a grim smile, his eyes became a little wateryer as his hand brushed overtop of the glass casing. It couldn’t be, it can’t be…

A hand landed on his shoulder, breaking Bill out of his thoughts, “You okay Big Bill?” Mike asked curiously.

Bill quickly wiped at his eyes, catching any tears that might have managed to escape during his emotional moment. “Yep, yep. A-All good” Bill nodded, turning away from the case to face the rest of the group.

“Wanna go check out the murals?” Mike inquired, already steering Bill in the direction of the paintings.

After the castle Janet showed them outside through the big glass doors in the back of the mini musem. From there she took them around the fields surrounding the town. Mr. Brock gave them a mini lecture of the history behind the island and it’s original purpose while the students listened and took notes as it would help with their final project. The teacher explained that the final project would have the students do a presentation on one of the town’s famous stories that they’ve picked up on the trip. Balmoral was famous for various pieces of lore and make believe creatures, so the students had a lot to choose from.

The group was already sat outside so when the teacher announced it was time for lunch they simply opted to stay outside and eat on the lush grass by the water.

“Guys I’m kinda feeling a little uh homesick, might go on a walk, anyone want to join me?” Richie urburtly stood up.

“Yeah, love to” Eddie pipped up.

“OKay good, thanks, bye guys” Richie waved and they were off before anyone else could get a word in.

“Well that was normal” Beverly noted as she took a bit of her sandwich.

Stan inhaled and let out a loud sneeze, “Allergies”, he brushed it off.

Bill kept an eye on the two who were walking away from the group. He leaned over to Stan “Keep an e-eye on the-them, something isn’t ri-right” He whispered.

Stan shook his head, retrieved a kleenex from his pocket and whipped his nose. “What do you think is wrong?” He inquired.

“I-I don’t know” Bill lied. Sure, he didn’t knew exactly what Eddie’s intentions were but he knew for sure that he wasn't human. He saw it with his own eyes! That day at the sleepover, ears like a rabit, the night before, eyes as blue as ice. He’s literally seen Eddie transform into a rabbit.

Bill couldn’t stop replaying the events from last night in his head. ‘Where I come from, if he isn’t from here then where the hell is he from? There’s this council, and they rule above all else. After I saved him, they came in. Apparently I had ‘gotten to close’ and ‘revealed our secret’ These must be pretty fuking important secrets if they would kill an innocent man just to keep them hidden.

My dad didn’t do anything, he just wanted some time away from the hecticiness of the Denbrough household, is that too much to fucking ask? Now Eddie, my only fucking lead might be a dead end! And if he isn’t to blame then who the hell is? Some fucking council?

He snapped out of his thoughts when a hand touched his own. What Bill hadn't realized was that his fingers had curled into fists, tight fists, white knuckles and all. He slowly released his fists when Stan rested his own hand on top of them.

“You okay?” Stan asked curiously, his big blue eyes as pure as ever.

Bill sighed, his shoulders sagged, “F-Fine”. Stan leaned away from Bill and sneezed again.

Their day was almost over, they only had one place left to go which was Shakespeare's cabin, but that’s when Stan sneezed into his elbow. When he looked at the sleeve of his grey cardigan he noticed the disgusting looking mucus that now sat on the material. Not even a minute later Stanley stumbled over his own feet, he reached out to grasp Bill’s shoulder and even out his center of gravity.

The sudden touch ripped Bill’s attention away from the two ancestors and he re-focused it on Stan, who was now leaning up against him. “Are you oh-okay?” He asked, worried.

Stan looked up into Bill’s eye as he wrapped his arm around the other’s shoulders for support. “I’m fine Bill… I’m fine” Stan mumbled, his voice almost too mumbled to understand. A moment later he snapped his head away from Bill and proceeded to vomit all over the nice tile floor of the castle’s lobby.

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peachywise · 6 years

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basement confessions

stanley uris x reader

-- one-shot

-- synopsis: You hated Stanley Uris. Stanley Uris hated you. Why the Losers’ Club thought a sleepover and a game of truth or dare would fix that was beyond you, but anything’s worth a try. (aged up au: 18)

-- notes: requested by @katherinewhat ; “heyheyhey i would like to see a imagine/fanfic whatever u want to call it, where (y/n) and stan hate each other ever since they were kids. But then the losers club is just sick of them fighting so they have a sleepover and play truth or dare or something; then lock them in bill’s basement and are forced to make out *cough* sorry make up ;) anddd (y/n) is terrified of bill’s basement so stan try’s to calm her down??” okay so I love this fic, i hope you do too!! as always, let me know if you want an add to the tag list. It’s a little on the long side (3k+) so i put a keep reading tab on it. (this also has a splash of reddie thrown in there)

click here to read the unofficially official part two: ailing confessions

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” Stan asked you, as he tried to hide the small ghost of a smirk that slowly inched its way on to his face.

And at that moment, you knew you were fucked.

“Jesus Christ,” Bev muttered under her breath in reply before you could voice your own irritation. Jesus Christ, indeed. Currently, all the Losers were sat around in a circle in the living room of Bill’s house playing this stupid game Richie had suggested. Truth or dare. Though you fought against it, asking in a sarcastic tone, “what are we, twelve?” you were easily ignored. It wasn’t that you were scared to play the game or do the dares. You just knew one person in particular would try to make you do the most miserable, horrible stuff he could think of. That person was Stanley Uris.

It was the first sleepover that you and Stan had attended together, and you hoped it would be the last. You had known the boy for years, and he’d always been just as high-strung as his coiled, golden locks. You’d never once gotten along with him. It mostly started in fourth grade when he chastised your organizational skills. In an attempt to prove him wrong, you ended up running against him for class president. It was the most intense election to date, and even your teacher was stunned into a quiet submission at some of your well-thought out, yet fierce rebuttals. In the end, Richie won by a landslide, but the animosity had already blossomed between you two. Afterwards he would go out of his way to put you down and correct you at any chance, and in return, you would draw dead birds and leave them in his locker to torment him. Looking back on it now, you agreed that maybe that course of action was a little mean and far too morbid, but you couldn’t feel remorse for it when he hated you just as much.

It was like he wanted to argue with you on everything! Anything you ever suggested the Losers’ Club did, he would be right there telling you it was a stupid, reckless idea and that you should just be ignored. Ben and Mike often tried to mediate your fights, boiling it down to the fact you two where allegedly similar (ha!), but nothing could ever mend the poisonous hostility that dripped between you two.

You had no idea why they thought a sleepover would be the cure.

That’s what this night was about, after all. You weren’t stupid. Well. You were stupid enough that you hadn’t expected this to be the plan when you showed up tonight, but c’est la vie. The only solace you took in your embarrassment of having fell for the trap was the fact Stan fell for it too. Sucker. You’d both have to suffer in each other’s company.

Turning your head in emphasized boredom towards Stan, you rolled your eyes. Don’t let him see the panic that washed through you and made your finger tips numb. You could handle whatever came your way. “Let’s go with truth, bird fucker,” you yawned, meeting his gaze in a look you hoped met his challenge. You swore you saw his eye twitch, most likely in response to the nickname you had given him. He’d never liked it. You weren’t exactly sure why.

“Fine,” he quipped, leaning back slightly as if all too relaxed. You could see the fake contemplation on his face. He already knew what he was going to ask you, he just wanted to drag it on for a little while. What a sadist.

“Do you guys remember in ninth grade when someone was leaving love letters in Bill’s locker?” Ah, fuck. Slowly, everyone in the circle gave a perplexed nod. “I think I remember Y/N telling me they know who did it.” You were going to ring Stan’s scrawny, little neck and feed him to the freaking pigeons. Wait, scratch that. You would feed him to the fish. He liked pigeons too much to even deserve that. “Care to share?”

As much as you hated to admit it, this was a smart tactic. He knew you were the one who had left the love letters. He wasn’t giving you the opportunity to lie about the truth he had giving you. What a bitch. The day he caught you trying to cram one through the little metal slots was the day you lost about 5 years of your life. You’d always wondered why he never said anything. Now you knew. He had waited for the right opportunity.

Taking in a deep, calming breath, you flopped back so you were laying down on the floor. No way in hell did you want to see their reactions. “It was me,” you gritted out, folding your arms over your chest like a pouty child. “The crush barley lasted three months, okay? It was a moment of weakness,” you explained, before Bill stuttered out a slightly offended, “hey.” Sitting back up, you faced him and gave him an apologetic smile. “Let me rephrase that. Not weakness. You were being especially nice to me during a time when someone,” you muttered, giving a pointed look towards Stan, “was making it his life’s purpose to hate me.” Stan’s face dropped the slightest bit, before he covered it up and put back on his face of indifference. Weird.

“It’s fine,” Bill smiled a little awkwardly, flashing a look towards Stan who had now averted his gaze up towards the ceiling. Richie, however, gave you an accusatory glare. “You told everyone you thought it was me doing that!” He whined, before you cleared your throat and loudly asked, “Hey Stan! Truth or dare?” You had to cover your tracks somehow.

“Dare.” He stated definitively, without so much of a waver in his tone. Giving a little smirk, you simply said, “I dare you to let Eddie spit in your mouth.”

Havoc ensued.

“WHAT?” Eddie shot out, immediately standing up and letting the blanket drop that had previously been draped over his and Richie’s lap. Crossing his arms out in front of him, he shook his head erratically. “No. No way. Do you know how unsanitary that is? I am not spitting in his mouth!” Richie gave a little snicker as he casually added, “I’ll spit in his mouth.” Eddie looked down at him utterly horrified. In reality, it wasn’t even that big of a deal. Eddie had swapped spit with Richie before, even if the two wouldn’t admit it to the rest of you. Those idiots didn’t know how obvious they really were.

Stan shook his head. “Nobody is spitting in my mouth,” he groaned, as if he couldn’t believe he actually had to say that sentence. Big baby. “A dare is a dare, Stan,” Bev conceded, the small tell-tale crinkles at the corner of her eyes appearing as a sign of her amusement. Ben just murmured a small, “I don’t want to watch.”

Standing up, you snapped your fingers in Richie’s direction before pointing at Stan. “The sooner you do it, the sooner it’ll be over,” you huffed out, planting your hands on your hips. Stan stood up in response and stalked over to you, glaring you down in an attempt to thwart your persistence as he repeated a simple, “no.” Pay back’s a real bitch, Uris.

Preparing to fight Stan until inevitably someone’s spit ended up sliding down his throat, Mike’s voice rung out before you could even get a single word out. “How about as consolation we have to come up with a group dare? We come up with something else, and you have to do whatever it is no matter what?” What a buzz kill. Stanley didn’t even take a second to process what was offered to him before he said, “I’ll do whatever else.”

“Billy? Can you read me a story?” came a small voice from the corridor of the hallway, breaking the pervious tension that had radiated between you and Stan. Bill stood up before walking over to his little brother, Georgie. “Yeah, of c-course,” he smiled down at him, before turning to look back at the rest of you. “Pick something good, okay?” he added brightly, before leading Georgie back down the hallway, arm slung around him.

By the time you looked back over, Mike, Ben, Eddie, Bev, and Richie were already crowded around each other, mumbling ideas about what new dare they were going to give Stan. How come you weren’t allowed to be apart of the deliberation? Way to rip off your turn.

Giving one last glaring side eye to Stan, you plopped yourself on the couch, preparing to enjoy the oncoming show, albeit how boring it was bound to be without the involvement of spit.

“Okay,” Mike grinned, as the rest of your friends turned back to face you two. “Both of you have to be locked in the basement and makeup—“ Richie butted in saying “make out,” before Beverly clapped her hand over his mouth. Mike gave him a knowing look, before continuing with, “like I was saying, you’ll be locked down there until you guys work out whatever deep seeded issues you have with one other.” Ben added in a quick and chirpy, “even if it takes all night.”

Well, that just wasn’t going to work.

“This is his dare, not mine!” you groaned, “why am I being wrapped up into this? I never agreed.” Eddie shot you a disbelieving look, shooting back with, “but you were fine having me spit in his mouth?” Touché. But you still weren’t taking a single step into that basement. No. You had refused to go down into Bill’s basement for years. Not since the last time. You weren’t going to start now on some silly little dare.

“Deal,” Stan stated simply, as he turned and began walking down the hallway. What the fuck?

Racing to catch up to him, you shot your arm out to grip his forearm. “Hey, no deal! I’m not going into the basement. Not with you, not with anyone,” you grated out, trying the squash the panicked feeling that had begun to onset. You were terrified of being down there. You couldn’t go.

Stan turned to stare at you for a second, his face shifting into something unreadable as he took a tiny step towards you. Getting more desperate by the second, you whispered a small, “please,” quiet enough for only him to hear it. The last thing you wanted to do was beg him for anything, but just the thought of stepping foot down in that cement hell hole was causing you to be irrational.

“It’ll be fun!” Richie’s voice called from behind you, as you felt hands go to your hips and lift you in the air, as you were tossed right on over the trashmouth’s shoulder. Suddenly, you weren’t sure if you hated him more or Stan. “Put me down, you shit head!” you bit out, hitting his back as he effortlessly used his free hand to swing the basement door open before beginning his descent down the steps. Stan followed slowly after him, giving a hesitant look all the way down while you still struggled and yelled out a slew of curse words aimed at no one in particular. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” Stan stated hesitantly, as he seemed to be the only one noticing the frightened look in your eyes. If your rational brain had been functioning at the moment, you would have yelled at him for the pity. Right now you really didn’t care all that much.

As Richie set you down on the ground, you quickly tried following his steps back up the rickety wooden stairs, but you didn’t make it. The door was shut unceremoniously in your face. “This is for the greater good!” his annoying voice called from behind the door, before you heard all your friend’s steps lead back down the hall. Banging on the door frantically, you cried for them to let you out. It was too dark. You couldn’t breath. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t focus, you—

“Are you okay?”

Resting your head on the wooden door, you tried to take calm, reassuring breaths. “Just leave me alone, Stanley,” you murmured, already embarrassed enough at your fear. You don’t think you’d ever been alone with Stan in your life. Figures it be during a time like this.

“Look at me,” Stan stated, a certain edge to his voice. Taking in another sharp breath to calm the shaking of your hands, you turned around on the small step to face him. You immediately regretted that decision. Suddenly a flashback of the incident that made you hate this basement so much flooded though your thoughts and your bones, and you weren’t so sure you could stand anymore. Covering your face with your hands, you bent down a little as if to contain yourself. “I can’t be in here,” you whispered, as two arms wrapped around your shoulders. You flinched, but he didn’t let go.

“Let’s go down the stairs,” he calmly stated, as he slung one arm slightly awkwardly around your tense shoulders as you began the walk down. As soon as your bare feet hit cold pavement, a shaky sigh of relief escaped you. Turned out you felt better on ground level than on the stairs. Duly noted.

Sitting down on the floor as he let go, you brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs. At this very moment you didn’t give half a shit of what Stan thought. You just needed to calm down and get out of here. If that meant you had to play nice with golden boy, you would do it.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” he questioned a little cautiously, as you breathed out a small, “not really,” bending your head down to rest on your knees. It was a stupid story. The only one who knew was Bill, and you had sworn him to secrecy right after it happened. Mostly because you didn’t want Stan finding out and making fun of you for it.

It was quiet for a beat, before you finally heard him say, “good, because I don’t want to hear it.” Irritation quickly shot through your veins, replacing the previous numbness brought upon from your little panicked moment. Lifting up your head, you yelled, “you don’t have to be such a jackass!” Then you noticed the small smile plastered on his face. “Do you feel better now?” he asked knowingly, and you grumbled a short, “shut up,” in return before putting your head back down on your knees.

It was quiet again. A little longer this time, and the silence made you feel cold all over. You felt tears start to prickle at the side of your eyes as you remembered laying down here in the cold that one night, all alone and in so much fucking pain that—

“I’m terrified of mascots.”

“What?” you blurted out, your head snapping up as if a puppeteer had lifted the string. “Mascots. You know, the people in the big, often furry suits,” he explained a little more thoroughly.

Well this was new information.

“When I was seven years old, I went to a ball game with my dad,” he continued, much to your surprise. You focused on his smooth voice. “There was this tiger mascot, and for some reason he kept following me around. It was annoying, but I managed to hide. When he found me, my dad thought it was amusing and shoved him towards me as some sort of joke. The mascot fell and knocked me down, and his head just fell off as I was crushed below him. The guy was clearly drunk and man, he smelled so gross,” Stan groaned, giving a bit of a shiver at the memory. “Ever since then, I run the other way as soon as I see them. They terrify me.”

You stared at him for a second, before a small snort escaped you. Stan’s face quickly dropped.

"It’s not funny,” he grumbled, as he began to pace away from you. Standing up a little shakily still, you gave a bit of a breathless laugh. “No, no I’m sorry, it’s not.” You agreed, trying your hardest to keep a straight face. The second his hesitant eyes met yours again, however, you busted into uncontainable laughter.

“If you tell anyone, no one’s going to believe you!” He shot out, as you wiped the small tears from the corner of your eye. Wow. Just the image of Stan running away from some guy in a giant bird costume had you in a fit of giggles once more.

“I was just trying to make you feel better,” he retorted once more, as you took deep breaths to stop the laughter in its tracks. He was right. You were being kind of rude. “I’m sorry, okay? Look. No more laughing,” you pleaded, reaching out to grab his wrist while giving him the best serious look you could. You knew a small smile still lit your face, but you hoped he’d take the effort to not laugh as a white flag.

“Fine,” he mumbled, as he sat down on the floor once more, you sitting directly across from him. You began to feel a little awkward at his confession. He trusted you with that, so what harm could come from you telling him why you were so afraid of the basement? Maybe bringing it up would make you feel a little better.

“Do you remember when I was ten and I broke my leg?” Stan nodded. “Well,” you breathed, as you looked down towards your fiddling hands, “that weekend I had slept over at Bill’s because my parents were out of town. I got up in the middle of the night to get some water, and I,” stopping briefly to calm the small race in your heart, you continued quickly. “I thought I heard a noise in the basement. I assumed it was Bill trying to freak me out, I never did like basements very much, but as soon as I got to the second step, I tripped and fell down the stairs,” you whispered, a phantom pain shooting through your right leg at the memory. “That’s not so bad in itself, but no one heard me. I was left down here all night until Bill’s dad found me in the morning, crying in pain, and—“

The slightest touch against your cheek jarred you from your thoughts as Stan swiped a small tear from your face with his thumb. His eyes were intense on yours as he softly said, “you’re not alone down here, Y/N,” his hand resting lightly on your cheek, and you were unsure if he knew what he was doing.

Shock went through you at the tender moment, and before you knew it, you were clearing your throat and leaning away from his touch, uncertain of what it all meant. “Yeah, well, as much as I appreciate the sentiment, it’s not like we enjoy each other’s company all that much.”

That seemingly broke the mood.

“Why do you insist on hating me?” he bit out, his earlier soft stare turning hard and bitter. You scoffed out loud, standing up instinctively to tower over him. “Why do I hate you?” you questioned disbelieving, “why do you hate me?” Stan soon stood up after you, using his own taller stature to one-up you as he loomed over you instead. “God, it’s like you think I’m stupid or something! You’re such a control freak, you know that?” you yelled.

“I’m the control freak?” he reiterated, in a tone much more dubious than yours. There he goes! Trying to one-up you again! “Take a look in the mirror! You fight me on everything, and what does it get us? Useless arguments? You’re the one who always wants to be in control, you’re the one who always tests my patience!” he gritted out, poking you in the chest. Oh, hell no. Taking another step forward so you were as close as you could get to his face, you ground out, “if you touch me one more time Stanley Uris, I swear I will—“

“You’ll do what?” he shot back before you finished, his eyes becoming slightly hooded, your chests nearly meeting as your irritated, heady breaths became almost synchronized.

And then he kissed you.

Actually, he more or less crashed into you, his hands roughly gripping each side of your face as you met him with just as much exhilaration and passion. At first your hands rested on his chest, but one soon slinked up to his neck, as the other roughly gripped his hair. A small moan escaped him as you did, and you returned it with your own.

Moving his hands slowly, and painfully exhilarating down your body, he gripped your sides before you hopped up and easily wrapped your legs around his waist, unable to get enough. The kiss was a little messy, but the need was too great. It was like it had been built up over years, and maybe it had. Now that you had gotten a taste of just how sweet he could be, you couldn’t get enough. You weren’t sure he could get enough either.

Soon enough you were pressed rather urgently against a wall, as Stan finally moved his kiss from your lips, down to your jaw, and to your neck where he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Breathing his name rather heavily in return, you unravelled your hand from his hair to bring his lips back up to your again, but a new voice in the enclosed space had you both stopping like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“I guess you’re n-not so scared of the b-basement anymore,” Bill called with a small snicker in his tone from the top of the steps.

Bending your head down to rest on Stan’s shoulder, your cheeks flared a rather familiar heat that also passed through your whole body. The boy just simply chuckled into your hair and called back, “we’re all made up.”

Now, you weren’t positively sure about that, but what you were sure of? This wasn’t going to be the last sleepover you had with Stanley Uris if you had anything to do with it.

-- general tags: @multi-parker @stan-the-losers-club-man @this-cute-shit-xo @hummingstan @babylovereddie @ubertrashmouth @derrysdenbrough @socially-awkward-nerd

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katdvs · 7 years

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Lucas Friar moved back to Texas at 17, now he’s running for Mayor of Rosewood Springs so best friend Zay and little sister Gigi decide he needs a little help from a political consultant. Riley Matthews found her calling, she found a fiancé, but she never expected to find herself here, of all places.

Cross-posted to FF.net | Soundtrack | Past Chapters

Author Note: So, Thursday night I noticed I was close to my 70,000 post on tumblr and thought it would be super cool if the actual 70,000 post was the next chapter of TCTW. And I was sure I would finish the chapter quickly…but you know real life came up and stuff, so here we are Sunday and I’ve got this chapter done, and I still have time to prepare for my job interview tomorrow—wish me luck! Oh and special shoutout to @gmwpluto because she totally brought something up I hadn’t thought about, and it made this chapter better.

-be your man-

Zay stopped before taking a sip of the dark ale, as a chuckled escaped his lips and he looked at his friend, “That’s what’s going on?”

“Yup” he smiled sheepishly, “sounds like it all worked out.”

“You need to tell her.”

“I will.”

“Like tomorrow.” Zay pressed.

“I have campaign events, meetings, things to do for work.” He took a sip of his drink, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair.

Zay finally took a sip of his drink before setting the glass down on the oak bar top, “It has to come from you.”

He could feel Zay’s dark eyes on him, finally he relented, “Okay, I’ll go to Texas with you tomorrow and I’ll explain everything to Riley and Lucas.”

“Good Farkle, because let’s be honest they might not fully believe it if it came from anyone else.”

Earlier That Day

Lucas joined Topanga and a man he didn’t know on the steps outside the county courthouse. “They haven’t start yet have they? I had a sick goat.”

“Not yet Lucas, we still have time.” Topanga put her hand on his shoulder, “This is Eddie Parker, your lawyer. He’s got the restraining order against Dixie already placed, and he is prepared for any tricks her lawyer might try.”

“Nice to meet you.” Lucas said politely, but really, he just wanted to make sure Dixie couldn’t get anywhere near Riley or Gigi again.

“Lucas, I want you to be prepared, it is likely that her lawyer will try to get her an insanity plea.”

“She’s crazy, but she knew what she was doing.”

“Oh, I believe she knew exactly what she was doing. I think she’s very lucid, taking into consideration the charges, the history, her attorney will most likely try to get her sent to the mental health ward for at least an evaluation.” Eddie looked around, “I met Dixie yesterday, her Uncle tried to hire me as her attorney, she’s desperate, she’ll try to pull out any tricks she can.”

“I just want Riley, Gigi, and the babies’ safe.” Lucas told them, a knot growing in his stomach.

“Of course, and that’s why I called Eddie in.” Topanga reminded her son-in-law, “He’s the best attorney who ever interned for me, I try every year to lure him back to the New York office.”

“I did speak with the DA earlier today, they’re changing the charge from attempted homicide, to attempted murder in the first degree.” Eddie went over his notes, “They’re taking this very seriously, and they told me they plan to request that bail be denied since her Father recently moved away they feel she could be a flight risk.”

“Why is this happening?” Lucas’ brain felt flooded with information as he sat on the steps, “I never gave Dixie any reason to think she and I would get together, I actively avoided her for years. My wife and sister got hurt because she couldn’t accept it, we almost lost our babies because of her.”

“But you didn’t lose them, and Riley and Gigi are both fine.” Topanga sat next to him, “This isn’t your fault, it’s not Riley’s or anyone other than Dixie’s. She will pay for what she did.”

“I knew she wasn’t going to make things easy for Riley, she started a cake fight with her after Riley won the bake-off, but to go this far.”

Eddie looked down at the younger man, he could see the worry etched on his face, permeating from his soul, “Dixie is an entitled young woman, she obviously doesn’t understand boundaries, and people have let her get away with this for far too long.”

“I need her to be safe.”

“She will be.” Topanga assured him, “You love her, she loves you, you’re just starting your lives together, you have this hiccup right now, and years from now that’s what this will be. Just hold on to that.”

“I think I’ll hopefully feel better after the arraignment.”

Eddie glanced at his watch, “We should go in, it should be starting soon.”

Lucas nodded as he rose, helping Topanga up from the spot she’d been sitting next to him. They went into the courthouse, through the metal detectors, before finding the court room.

The trio sat in the back row, so as not to be too close that Dixie could see and misinterpret that Lucas was there to support her.

It was only another minute or so before the proceedings were called into session. “The Honorable Jack Cooper presiding. Today is September 25th. The Case of Texas V. Carmichael.”

Lucas felt a buzzing in his ears as he listened, wishing that none of this had happened. Wishing he could turn back time and do, say something different, wishing he’d gotten on a plane to New York to see Riley when she didn’t show up for his birthday, or told Dixie his heart would always belong to the girl from the subway, but he’d never given her any indication that he wanted her, so would any of that have mattered?

Dixie was brought in to her lawyer, Lucas heard Eddie whisper something to Topanga but he couldn’t make it out. They would explain everything later. For now, he felt like he was underwater as everything happened around him. He could see some of the local busy bodies sitting in, and honestly, he couldn’t blame them, this was big news for their quiet small town.

“Not Guilty your Honor.” Dixie’s voice cut through the sensory overload Lucas was experiencing and he grunted.

Topanga put a warning hand on his arm for him to remain calm, while the Judge continued through the proceedings.

“Bail is denied.” Finally gave Lucas a sigh of relief, at least she wouldn’t be out. It was only then that he realized the death glare his mother-in-law had been giving Dixie the entire time, just as Dixie turned to say something to her lawyer, only for her eyes to fall on Lucas.

“You came to support me.” She cried out as the room filled with commotion.

“Carolyn get your client reigned in.” Eddie shot her a warning look.

“Ms. Carmichael, I will warn you to behave in court or I will add contempt charges to the extensive list you already have.” The judge warned her. “There is a restraining order against you from Friar family, and I think you’ve proven today why that will stay in place. You will be held at the County Women’s Correctional facility until further notice.”

Lucas watched the Judge looking over a calendar, “The Trial will start on January 8th, of the new year.”

“That’s fast, this shouldn’t take too long at all, and the DA will bring her a plea bargain most likely that should be a reality check for her.” Eddie explained once they were adjourned and were getting up from their seats.

“I hope so, I would hate for Gigi and Riley to have the stress of a trial.” He admitted as they moved into the hall, he could feel Harris staring at them.

“Who is he?” Topanga adjusted the shoulder strap of her bag.

“Mayor Harris, Dixie’s Uncle.”

Topanga nodded before turning on her heel and marching straight over to him. “Mayor Harris, Topanga Matthews.”

He nodded not saying anything.

“Going for the strong silent type huh?” She took him in, at one point he’d probably been very popular with the ladies, “You obviously have enormous influence with your niece, perhaps you should use that influence to explain to her how much trouble she’s in.”

“I tried” he confessed, “She won’t listen to me.”

“Try harder, from what I under, she and you do not want the facts of this case dragged out for the public.” She walked away, leaving him to ruminate over what she’d said.

“What the hell is this?” Bonnie stood on the porch as two RVs pulled up the drive.

The screen door slammed against the frame as Cory came out, “What is this?”

“No idea.” She watched as a man got out of a car that accompanied the two larger vehicles. “Excuse me, what’s going on?”

“I have a delivery for Mrs. Friar, two RVs, it says they’ll be hooked up near the barn.”

“I didn’t order any RVs” Bonnie told him as Cory put a hand on her shoulder.

“Is the reservation under Riley Friar?”

The guy checked his paperwork over, “Yes, Riley Friar ordered these.”

Bonnie huffed, “I can’t believe this” before she threw the screen door open and stomped into the house.

“Sorry about that, my daughter ordered these and I have a feeling her mother-in-law is not pleased.”

“Can you sign for these?” He really didn’t care about the family drama, he just wanted to get back to his office before The Young and The Restless started.

“Of course.” Cory quickly signed just as one of the ranch hands came up to the house.

“Dr. Friar, wants these down here, we’ve got the hook ups ready to go.” He explained as he led them away.

Cory quickly left them as he bound into the house and up the stairs.

“What is with these RVs?” Bonnie’s demanding voice could be heard through the door.

“We thought things are a little crowded now, and we’re not entirely sure how long either you or my parents plan on staying. Gigi will be home in a few days, and well we could all use a little space.”

Cory entered the room, “They’re getting set up near the barn.” He told his daughter, “You sure you want it this way?”

“I think it’s best for all of us.” She looked at her mother-in-law, “Tensions are high, and its more for your comfort, and for Gigi’s.”

Bonnie frowned, her eyes fell, “I see. For Gigi.”

“I know things are tense, and she’ll need space. Just like Lucas and I need space.” She rubbed her hands together, “They’re top of the line, total comforts, basically little houses. You’ll be hooked up for internet and cable as well.”

“This is beyond disrespectful!” Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Riley.

“Mrs. Friar, you are Lucas’ mother, you will be the grandmother of the children I’m carrying. However, you did show up unexpectedly, insulted me, and Gigi. This is our home, Lucas and I discussed this last night and believe it’s best. You’ll have privacy, my parents will have privacy, and we’ll have privacy.”

“What do you need privacy for?” She wasn’t letting up.

“To rest you crazy woman.” Cory started to guide Bonnie from the room, “Go pack your and Grady’s stuff up. I’ll help you bring stuff out, but first I’m going to make sure Riley will be okay to be left alone for a little bit.”

Before Bonnie could reply Cory had closed the door and was already going back over to the bed. “Are you okay, do you need to go to the bathroom, need any food, water?”

“I’m fine Dad, I’m probably going to try and nap. Lucas should be home in a little while. The RVs are the same, or at least they should be.”

“I get why you did it, especially after that.”

“Where’s Grady?”

“He’s visiting Gigi and then he’s going to meet your Mom at the resort to talk with the crew.”

Riley nodded, “Okay, well I’m going to sleep now.”

“Rest up sweetheart, you’re sleeping for three now.”

“Thanks Dad.” She watched him leave, wondering if she was going to survive the full two weeks if they kept acting the way they were.

“Fallon please get back here.” Charlie raced after his child as a knock came on the door. “Drew don’t open that door!”

It was too late both his children were racing to the door fighting with each other over who got to open it as Charlie slid behind them just in time to see Zay on the other end, “Zay, what are you doing here?”

“I’m in New York, thought I would drop by, see how Maya is.” He rocked back and forth on his feet, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sorry, I wasn’t expecting you. Is Riley okay?”

“I think so, I haven’t actually seen her.” He confessed as he came in, greeting both kids.

Charlie raised an eyebrow, “Zay, what’s going on?”

“My…friend, Gloria May is interviewing Farkle for some political website she does freelance stuff for. So, I’m going to try and get a chance to talk to him, find out why he did what he did.” Zay looked around the living room, he still couldn’t really wrap it around in his mind that Maya was a stay at home mom, expecting her third child.

“What did Farkle do?” Charlie studied his wife’s friend, what had been going on. He’d been confused for weeks, ever since Riley had shown up and broken up with Dave. “Zay, what has been going on since Riley came back to town in August?”

“Farkle and Isadora forced Riley out of the company, paid her like a ton of money.” Zay gulped, suddenly remembering why he hadn’t been a fan of Charlie, “And um Riley broke up with Dave because she really loves Lucas who she married like a week after she got back in Las Vegas, and yeah.”

“Does Maya know that?”

Zay shrugged, “I don’t think she does.”

Charlie took Zay by the arm as he brought him back to the bedroom, “Maya, you’ve got a visitor, all the way from Texas.”

Maya sat up in bed, not sure who could be here, “Zay, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m gonna talk to Farkle.” He felt a weird tension in the room, “So, how are you?”

“Pregnant and stuck in bed, otherwise I would smack you for not telling me Riley and Lucas got married.” She glared at him.

“So, she told you huh? I figured with their parents both there she would.”

“Yeah, she told me, and you knew, you were there.”

“I was, it was beautiful, I’m sure she’ll send you the video.”

“She already did. I haven’t watched it yet.”

Zay sat at the foot of the bed, “They couldn’t wait to be together, they called me and Gigi and we went to Las Vegas, we got dressed up, took a helicopter ride into the Grand Canyon, had the ceremony, cake, champagne, went back to Vegas and they went to bed…and yeah.”

“What did you do in Vegas?” Maya watched him, the signs where there, “Oh my God, you slept with Gigi, didn’t you?”

“How do you know that?”

“Your foot, it’s tapping, you do that when you’re scared of making Lucas mad. Sleeping with his baby sister, how old is she Zay?”

“Nineteen, and she’s engaged to Lucas’ soon to be Junior Doctor.” Zay dropped his head, “And I think I’m in love with her, but she chose Deacon.”

Maya threw a pillow at him as he flopped down on her bed, “You’re an idiot. Are you in love with her or was it just good sex? And Zay I know you have no trouble getting laid.”

“That’s where it gets even more complicated, I’ve been sleeping with someone since we got back from Vegas, but she knows how I feel about Gigi.”

“How you think you feel.” Maya corrected him.

Zay ignored her tone, “And Deacon knows, he told me I had to stay away from Gigi. I think that’s part of why I came to New York with Gloria May, not only to try and talk to Farkle, but to escape a little bit.”

“Your whole group is ridiculous” Charlie flew to his feet, “Maya is the normal one. You’re in love with your best friend’s teenage sister, Farkle is forcing people out of companies they built and then stops talking to everyone, and Riley was engaged to my best friend and then like a week later married to someone else? But like in May, all of you were group texting each other all damn day long all up in each other’s lives. What the hell?”

“To be fair, Dave is engaged to Avery now. Remember that ridiculous wedding we have to go to in November, right after Gracie is born.” Maya rubbed her pregnant belly, as she started to laugh, “I want to be there when Dave finds out Riley and Lucas are married and expecting twins.”

Zay slowly sat up like a creepy doll in a horror movie as he looked to Maya, “Expecting twins, what are you talking about?”

She smirked, “You didn’t know? Huckleberry knocked her up good. I guess they found out in the hospital.”

Zay’s jaw just hung open for a moment, “I shouldn’t be surprised, before she came back to New York it was like any moment they were either going to kill each other or have sex. And once she was back, let me just say neither stopped smiling until the accident.”

“So, I guess we’re even.” Maya sighed, “You knew they got married, I knew she’s pregnant.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“So, what’s your plan to see Farkle?”

Zay slipped his phone out of his pocket checking the time, “Gloria May should be sitting down to interview him right now. So, no one knows why they forced Riley out?”

“No, I can’t get him or Smackle to call me back. Riley said they’ve ignored her and Lucas.”

“And I haven’t gotten anything from him either.” Zay sighed, “I’m going to try and pop back in, just before he leaves and try and get him to talk to me.”

Charlie shook his head, “You people and your schemes, can’t you just let things play out like they should?”

“No” the two said in unison, smiles forming on their lips.

Frustrated he shook his head and went back to the living room where Drew could already be heard begging to watch Trolls again.

Maya looked to Zay, “I wish you luck, I’m glad you came by. Bed rest sucks.”

“I bet, how much longer are you stuck in bed?”

“Until this one decides to join us, so a few more weeks. At least Riley only has to do it these two weeks.”

“She’s on bedrest?”

“You really are out of the loop. You’re that scared Lucas is going to have a minute to think and realize you hooked up with his sister.”

He sighed, “I tried to deny it, I tried to ignore it Maya. I turned her down, I pushed her away.”

“But you gave in.”

“And pushed her away, then gave in again, told her what happened in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

“That’s just a stupid slogan they use so you’ll go there and lose all your money and do something you’ve been holding back.” Maya chewed on her lower lip for a moment as she thought, “Have you fought for her?”

Zay didn’t say anything for a moment, “I told her I love her.”

“Before or after she almost died?”

“After.”

“And then she told you she picked the other guy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You have to fight for her you moron. You haven’t done that. You’ve given her no reason to think you love her, but love her body. She’s young, if she really loves you and you really love her, fight for her. Don’t just roll over dead and let the other guy win. Be the man she deserves.”

“What if I think she deserves more than me?”

“Figure out why you don’t feel like that’s you, and get your head out of your ass. I you love her and she loves you be together. Stop worrying about if Lucas is going to kick your ass, because let’s be real if you break his sisters heart, he will. But if you love her, you cherish her, he won’t.”

Zay groaned, “I hate when you’re the voice of reason.”

Riley woke up to her Mother bringing in a tray of food. “How was court?”

“She’s still in lock up, no bail.” Topanga set the tray up for her.

“How’s the resort?” Riley tried to sit up, feeling her muscles tense and aching.

Topanga sat on the chair next to the bed, “It looks amazing Riley, they showed me and Grady the plans, and I am so proud of you. Grady is going to hang around there when he’s not visiting Gigi. I saw the RVs, I think it was a smart decision.”

“Thank you.” Riley took a sip of water, “Any second thoughts I had about it went out the window when Bonnie flipped out over them.”

“She is” Topanga paused for a moment, “high-strung, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she’s Lucas’ mom, and his Dad like retired or something so they thought they could just come back here, but you and Grandma Amy got along well, right? How?”

“Well, at times, she could be critical, you know your father and I got married so young, even though we’d been together for so long, she will always be his mother, the first woman in his life, and when you get married the wife kind of takes that place as the care taker.” Topanga watched as Riley looked down at her abdomen, “You’ll realize it when you have those babies. I did when I had you, and Auggie.”

“Were you scared to become a mom?”

“Terrified, I had this life that I was going to be responsible for with your father, I was sure we were going to screw you up, I was even more terrified with Auggie.” She took Riley’s hand, “You are going to be an amazing mother, and you’ll have Lucas by your side for these two precious blessings.”

“Thanks Mom, it really means a lot that you think so.”

“I know so.” Topanga smiled, “Lucas loves you so much, it’s written all over his entire being. I could see today, just how worried he was for you. How much he wants to protect you, provide for you, care for you.”

“I really love him Mom, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” Riley looked down at her phone as a text came in from Maya.

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Zay is in New York.”

“What’s he doing there?”

Riley shrugged, “I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in a few days.” She quickly texted Lucas with the news before putting the phone down, “So Mom, want to binge watch Grace and Frankie with me?”

“I would love to.”

Lucas came back to his office, sinking down into his chair, rubbing his eyes. He had a few more patients to see and then he could go home, laydown with his wife, ignore their parents and sleep.

He saw the notification light on his phone blinking and he pulled up the text from Riley he had waiting. His jaw tensed as he read it before he quickly pulled up Zay’s number, only to have it go to voicemail, “What the hell are you doing in New York, you better have someone covering the bar tonight. Do you not comprehend what’s going on here? Call me back.”

Lucas slammed his thumb onto the end call button before storming out of the office and out to the street before going next door the Wild Z. The door was locked and a string of curses came flying for his mouth as he went back to the office.

“What’s wrong?” Deacon pulled him into an empty exam room.

“Zay ran off to New York, and no one is around to work the Wild Z. I have to find my key to get in and call people.”

“Why the hell is he in New York?”

Lucas threw his hands in the air, “I have no idea, I don’t know what is going on. I have enough to deal with and I don’t need Zay being a total flake on top of it.”

“Take a deep breath, breathe.” Deacon studied him, “I will cover things here, you go figure out the Wild Z. Come back when you have it covered. One thing at a time.”

Lucas sighed, “Thank you, I don’t even know who he has working there anymore. Gigi left, not that she could work anyways.”

Deacon tensed up, “Just go figure it out.”

Lucas went to his office grabbing his keys before he left to go back to the bar. He unlocked the door, turned the lights on before he went to set up the register. He didn’t work the bar often, really the only time he had was when Zay went to his cousin’s wedding in Dallas a few years ago. He turned the music on and went to the office to look for a schedule.

Right in the middle of Zay’s desk was the calendar, with his own name written down. Lucas shook his head as he sat in the chair. He started digging around for a call sheet, who the hell even worked here? He finally found one, and started making calls, but no one could come in. Two of the bartenders were off in Austin for school, the other his wife was in labor.

Lucas sat back, he knew they would have a crowd soon, it might not be a big one, but it would be something since Football was on tonight.

He went through the list, apparently everyone had the night off. He was going to kill Zay. He could feel a throbbing pain behind his eye when he saw Riley calling, “Honey, Hi.”

“Lucas, it’s Cory.”

Lucas wanted to throw his phone across the room and bang his head on the desk, “What’s going on?”

“You’re Dad and I were going into town, we wanted to know if you needed anything at the store.”

“The only thing I need are people to work at the bar tonight. Zay ran off to New York and apparently none of his employees can come in.” Lucas sighed as he heard Cory talking to someone.

“You’ve got two bartenders on the way.” Cory told him before hanging up.

Lucas looked at the phone confused, what Pandora’s box had he just opened?

Deacon opened the door to Gigi’s room, seeing her climbing back into the bed, “Hey you’re up, moving around.”

“Only a little bit, but its nice to be able to do.” She tried to get comfortable as he came over, planting a kiss on her lips, she felt a surge through her being. “How was your day?”

“Busy, Lucas went to the hearing, Dixie is being held without bail.”

“Good” Gigi continued trying to adjust the bedding.

Deacon put his bag down next to her bed, “How much do you hate that hospital gown?”

She glared at him, “I don’t want to see another one of these until I’m in labor with our child.”

Deacon stared at her, it was how easy the words had flown from her lips. It wasn’t something she forced herself to say, it was her honest statement. “We will, we will have as many babies as we can.” He ignored the tears in his eyes.

“We will?” She took his hand, “I want us to Deacon, I’m not as drugged up as I was before, so you need to know. I love you, I want to be with you.”

He kissed her hands, “I want that to.” He looked up into her green eyes, “you need to heal, I need to heal. But we will heal together.”

“I really like that idea.” She told him.

He kissed her hands, “I um” he sat up, wiping his eyes, “I brought you some pajamas that you had at my place, I talked to your doctor he said it’s okay for you to wear them instead of the gown if their loose enough.”

“Thank you.” She took the pajamas he pulled out, her favorite pair, she held them close to her, breathing in the scent of Deacon’s laundry detergent.

“You’re welcome, I found a couple of your school books, I don’t know if you want them or not.”

“Dad and I talked, I’m withdrawing from the semester. I’m going to miss too much school.”

Deacon reached out smoothing her hair, “You’ll go back in January, and you’ll graduate in the spring.”

“I’m going to go change into these. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here Gigi, I’m not going anywhere.” Deacon watched her walk to the bathroom and close the door, “I won’t run like Zay did.”

“You guys really don’t need to do this.” Lucas watched as his father and father-in-law dug through a box looking for Wild Z t-shirts.

“You need help, and we feel pretty useless on the ranch.” Cory told him.

“And your mother is driving me insane.” Grady pulled a shirt out and started to take his off.

Lucas closed his eyes, “Have either of you ever bartended before?”

“Back in college, when Topanga was in law school, I was student teaching, Riley was a baby.” Cory explained.

“I did a little in college to.” Grady pulled the black t-shirt on and shrugged, figuring it was good enough.

“Thank you, guys.” Lucas sighed, “I don’t know what Zay is doing in New York, but I just am thankful you’re both here to help.”

Cory had found a shirt and put it on, “So,” he clapped his hands together, “What are you doing about the grill?”

“I’ll handle that, limited menu, I printed it up.” Lucas gave them a few copies, “There are bartender guides behind the bar, I just I think it should be simple. A football crowd, we can handle this right?”

“Right, totally.” Grady smiled proudly as the three men left the back room, just in time for a few guys to come in, ordering beers.

Just as Lucas went to get the kitchen going he heard his father to Cory, “I lied I never bartended in my life.”

“Don’t worry, it can’t be that difficult, can it?”

“Thank you so much for your time today Mr. Minkus” Gloria May turned off her audio recorder.

Farkle stood up, buttoning his suit jacket, “Thank you so much for coming all the way from Texas to do this interview. When can I expect it to be on the site?”

Gloria May looked up, “Tomorrow evening, don’t worry your team will get a chance to look over it. I’m surprised you didn’t have anyone sitting in with you during this from your campaign team. My friend Riley always sits in with her fiancé when he’s getting interviewed and he’s just running for Mayor.”

Farkle adjusted his tie, “I’ve been around political consultants long enough to know when I do, and do not need them.”

“Like Riley” Zay was standing in the open-door way, leaning against the frame as he looked at his old friend. “Hey Farkle.”

“Zay, hey, long time no see.” Farkle started to loosen his tie. “What are you doing here?”

“Zay is a friend from home, he came with me since I’ve never been to New York before.” Gloria May took her things, “I’ll leave you two alone. I have work to do.”

Closing the door Zay crossed the room after Gloria May had gone into the bedroom, “You know I’ve called dozens of times, Lucas has, Maya has, Riley sure as hell has.”

“Yeah, I uh heard she and Dave broke up.” Farkle glanced at the back room. “He’s engaged to Avery, she’s a lawyer from his firm.”

“Good for him.” Zay held back the smirk itching to form on his lips. “How’s the wife?”

“Smackle is wonderful, enjoying her new challenges in life now that the consulting firm has closed.” Farkle circled around Zay, “So, is Gloria May your girlfriend?”

“It’s complicated.” Zay rubbed his chin with his fingers, feeling his phone vibrate he pulled it out and saw Lucas was calling he ignored it before turning his attention back to Farkle, “Which is probably the only way to describe what you and Smackle did to Riley.”

Farkle pursed his lips for a moment, “How is Riley?”

“Alive, which is amazing considering someone tried to kill her.” Zay realized at that moment that Farkle had no idea anything had happened to Riley. “You didn’t know?”

“Someone tried to kill Riley, of all the people why Riley?” Farkle ran a hand over his hair, silently praying that nothing he’d done had caused this.

“Because Riley is with Lucas.”

Farkle stepped forward, “Is she, or are they still playing for his election?”

“How about you and I go downstairs, have a drink, and we exchange some details.” Zay put his arm around Farkle leading him towards the door.

Farkle pulled away, “Are they together?”

Zay studied his friend, the desperate look in his eyes, the worry on his face, “Yes, they’re together.”

“They need to get married already.” Farkle ran his hand through his hair.

He pulled a picture up on his phone and handed it to Farkle without saying a word.

Farkle looked at the screen before looking back at Zay, “It worked, my stupid plan worked.”

“This was part of your plan?”

A smile came over his lips, “Yeah, you think we did this to be assholes? No, we looked at the information we had, and decided it was time to push the baby bird out of the nest.”

Riley glanced at the time on her laptop as she saw the glow of the headlights coming down the drive on the bedroom wall. She saved the document she’d been working on before closing the computer as she waited for the door to open.

When he came in, she couldn’t help but admire his form in the tight black t-shirt, but his body was carrying the weight of the world as he toed off his shoes and came over to the bed. “Hey why are you still awake?”

“Waited up for you” She caressed his cheek before he pulled away to go brush his teeth. “Zay texted me, he’s going to be back tomorrow afternoon, he says he’s sorry you had to work the bar tonight, but he hopes you’ll forgive him.”

Lucas came out from the bathroom his mouth half-full of toothpaste, “I’m too tired to be mad at him right now.” He finished up and came out, shedding his shirt, and pants, leaving on his boxers before crawling into bed.

“When do you have to be up?” She let her fingers run in his hair as he curled up against her.

“Noon” he released a content sigh, “Deacon is taking the house calls in the morning for me.”

“How was it working with my Dad and yours?”

Lucas sat up, rubbing his eyes, “I will never un-see the things I saw tonight. The Eagles were playing.”

“Oh no, what did my Dad do?”

“By tomorrow afternoon, I think the entire town will have seen your Fathers scoring dance.”

“Oh gosh, I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay, it was nothing compared to my own Father who decided to have a mini-Karaoke concert to sing Don’t Stop Believing.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, “One day, you’ll do something like that and embarrass these two.”

Lucas put his hand on her abdomen, “I would and will do anything for you three.”

Riley snuggled closer to him after turning out the bedside light, “I know you’re stressed out right now, but honey you are an amazing husband. I’m so overwhelmed by how protective you are, how much you do to take care of me, your sister, your friends. It makes me fall in love with you just a little bit all over again with you.”

“I never thought we would be here, you and me, married, expecting twins.” He gasped as though it were starting to hit him in that moment.

Riley kissed his forehead feeling his body tense with anxiety. “Get some sleep, rest up babe. Let me take care of you.”

Lucas purred, “Just hold me” he felt like he breathed for the first time. “Mm, you smell good.”

“I need a shower, but not as badly as you do.” She could smell the food and beer from the bar in his hair.

He nuzzled her neck, “We’ll take one in the morning, a nice long one.”

“That sounds perfect.” She held onto him, listening to him breathing as she closed her eyes drifting to sleep.

#Thunder Chasing The Wind #Riley Matthews #Lucas Friar #Rucas #Girl Meets World #Rucas Fanfic #GMW Fanfic #Zay Babineaux #Maya Hart #Charlie Gardner #Farkle Minkus #Gigi Friar #Cory Matthews #Topanga Matthews

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[text]: i need to stop establishing animals as safe words. Giraffe and Penguin are really awkward words to say during sex [text]: I'm committing myself to dance. Also, I'm unsure if you said space party sounded lame because dude was old, but I hope you're over it because I love space, and I love David Bowie and I love to dance, and you need to embrace this with me. [text]: i have nothing going on in my life. unless a toxic love triangle with netflix and jack daniels counts. [text]: You were a cyclone of alcohol and bad decisions - like a gay Tazmanian devil [text]: learned the hard way that breakfast jack daniels is a lot stronger than lunch or dinner jack daniels. [text]: alcohol and riverdancing are a dangerous mix. have a spraind ankle. i die now [text]: im getting a BJ in a closet and a penguin just handed me a bong [text]: Got a snapchat from Megan last night showing you sobbing about a burrito on the floor with Dan in the background trying not to laugh his ass off [text]: He kept spanking me and talking about biomedical science. [text]: oh, well, if you all need a good laugh, by all means endanger my life. [text]: For breaking and entering. I think neighbor dan cared more about me puking in his backseat than the surprise of me waking up there [text]: He carried you out but the best part is you kept saying "can't I keep dancing" as you were gushing blood [text]: Whatever. We're stealing a penguin. Your not allowed near him... You did this to yourself. [text]: I don't know when he had the time to do it but he dug a hole in our basement like the shawshank redemption [text]: He broke his arm in a fistfight with the bouncer. it was neat. [text]: I'm sorry for what I said when I was orgasming [text]: He says the sweetest things but also that he wants to choke me when we fuck so it's kinda perfect. [text]: Your vagina is not a steamboat from the 1800's [text]: As long as there aren't any pictures of me humping the penguin, we are good, [text]: Vacuum the place before you go out of town there are random glitter cocks everywhere [text]: long story short, the bouquet was used as a sacrificial torch [text]: And by not handle it I mean it makes me want to sit on his face [text]: MIND BOGGLER: batman and jesus are the same person. Think about it. [text]: I'm sorry about the spring break comment. I won't make anymore pornos, I promise. [text]: I hate him but I love him for what he does which is me [text]: they asked me about my neuroscience major and I said 'the brain is the outer space of the body' and passed out. it appears my ivy league education is not going to waste [text]: my goal was to make out with as many people dressed as batman as possible. I have my priorities. [text]: Did we do drunk science last night? There's tequila in the test tubes... [text]: You didn't try to help me when I fell on the dance floor. She brought me cupcakes. You're a shitty friend, suck your own dick. [text]: also, what is the correct term for a shit ton of clowns? [text]: "Stranger danger aquaman" were the last words i remember. help me. [text]: no homo or anything but the way you were dancing with that girl gave me a boner [text]: It's one of the many facets of my drunken alter egos. I'm like substance abuse batman. [text]: Being hungover in this office is the actual worst. Like they look at me and know I was wasted at 1 am, karaokeing Billy Idol at a gay bar. [text]: i'm not a human right now. not even a dancer. [text]: I bet your mom's never met a girl who's thrown up at the presidential inauguration before though. [text]: I will teach you the ways of the ho life, my little gay grasshopper. [text]: Holy cold harsh reality of sobriety batman [text]: I am an emotionally compromised bisexual. [text]: so I guess it's not okay to mix vodka and ..everything and then proceed to offer a lap dance to ...everyone. [text]: Just banged your ex. So it really is 'him, not you' in that he's gay. Rodeo champion gay. [text]: I thought the Bane mask would really repel dudes but instead I ended up grinding on a frat dude that whispered "bad bitch contest, you in first place" in my ear in a Batman voice [text]: It began the way the best stories do—with some naïve jackasses in a place they had no business being at. [text]: I'm the kind of gay who carries his anxiety medication in case the club scene gets too fierce [text]: His ex told me that she wanted me to "take care of" him but from the way she said it I couldn't tell if she wants me to look after him or murder him. [text]: I was working er so they smashed a vodka bottle over dan's head so they'd have an excuse to visit [text]: Holy sore nipples Batman [text]: He;s fine. He just kept saying "hurricane Gordon is coming to shore" and flexed his muscles a lot. [text]: after I lost so many games of beer pong they made me be a troll, I sat under the table and told riddles while retrieving balls. [text]: hell hath no fury like a questionably-gay best friend scorned [text]: Quick question—how good are you at digging holes? I mean, besides the one you've dug for yourself. asking for a friend [text]: Just asphyxiate me and toss my corpse in the Ocean. It'll be easier than whatever the next four or eight years will bring. [text]: If you fuck up my birthday by dying I will kick your fucking corpse. [text]: I have a drinking game planned. Were gunna watch empire records. Everytime they say rex manning we have to take a shot [text]: OK. i'm going to add "riddle me this, brodawg" to the list of things i'm never gonna say to my boss again while i'm high. [text]: I DO have hobbies! I drink. I drink more. I catfish men on Grindr with photos of guys who are less attractive than me. I listen to Lovecraftian podcasts. I'm very well-rounded. [text]: I mean, I'm shallow, narcissistic, and selfish, but I'm an amazing friend sometimes [text]: I sang him a lovely rendition of 'So Long and Thanks For All the Fish", but replaced fish with dick. [text]: Between randomly bursting into tears and the reappearance of my lost sex drive, this break up has left me bizarrely damp. [text]: I'm slightly more gay than I thought. I'd go so far as to say I'm a top. [text]: party started at 10. cops are coming to shut us down now and its 11. i already lostmy underwear and im wearing a sparkly thong on my haed. this has to be some kinda record. [text]: i found you laying on the floor staring at the ceiling and you kept muttering "why" in various inflections. [text]: CNN just did a special on how to do heroin safely.. I recorded it for us [text]: Eddy, if you don't want to roll play then say so. This is just obnoxious [text]: you called me and cried until i agreed to record a rap about our lives with you [text]: He left his umbrella behind in my bed to 'keep me company', then stole my front door key before he went to work [text]: you know you're in deep when you watch fear and loathing in las vegas and every damn scene is relatable. [text]: for the record, you never really realize how drunk you still are until you get on rollerskates... [text]: I watch one musical on Netflix, and the "Suggested for you" section is literally almost the entire gay movie category. I feel profiled, and netflixs' accuracy about my sexuality is both impressive and offensive. [text]: ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS FOR YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE [text]: 2016 was supposed to be my year of being a ho, but I guess 2017 might be too. [text]: You drunk? Cause I have a terrible idea... [text]: Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera [text]: Oh dear. If we're both hearing alien sounds then perhaps they're real. [text]: Actually I was drinking whiskey straight from 3 bottles, but that is neither here nor there. [text]: He left, I think he got uncomfortable when I started singing 'oompah oompah doodley do, I have a special riddle for you' [text]: Can we just get drunk and watch the Birdcage please I have no tolerance for straight men today [text]: Came home to my roommate drinking a 40 in the shower. Chugging with his hair still fully shampoo'd. [text]: People are talking politics and I have had 9 mimosas [text]: You leaned over to me in the elevator and whispered "how long do I have to pretend to be sober?" [text]: Vibrator fell off the top of the dresser and hit me. This might be the most embarrassing black eye incident ever [text]: I think we’re only still together so we can make each other miserable [text]: Girl you know I'm an advocate of debauchery but you might wanna check yoself. [text]: don't worry, i'm not mad. i'm just angry. and furious. and about to set your ass on fire. [text]: Sharknado 3 is going to bring us to alcoghol poisonign [text]: That’s not a That's not a current picture, because if you look deep enough into my eyes you can still see morals. Not these days. [text]: The cop told me I was the prettiest guy he'd arrested in a while. I'm still not sure if it was a come on or not. [text]: Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated. [text]: He literally chugged a bottle of wine in under 2 minutes. Stood up, said "fuck what ya heard" and stabbed the bottle into their drywall. [text]: We are 100% horrible people, and im extremely happy we are friends

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