#Jessica Riley open hair

[jemilyudenthusiast]

Jemily Kiss (Emily is nervous, They’re holding hands) :3

[fratttymatty]

Grown

(All characters are 18+)

Riley Grant had always been comfortable in his own skin. At 20, he was confident, passionate, and deeply rooted in his liberal values. He was a proud gay college student studying political science at a progressive university, spending his days debating everything from human rights to climate change. He had a close-knit group of friends, a boyfriend named Jonah, and a future filled with dreams of activism and social change.

But one day, everything changed.

It started innocuously enough. Riley had signed up for a strange elective called "Theories of Identity," a course that promised to delve into psychological and philosophical ideas about the self. The professor was eccentric—Dr. Jonathan Rivers was a tall man in his mid-50s with wiry glasses and a perpetual half-smile, as though he knew a secret the rest of the world was oblivious to.

One day, during a lecture on the nature of personal transformation, Dr. Rivers handed out strange, leather-bound journals to each student. "This," he said, "is an experiment. A test of your ability to reinvent yourself. To become someone else, entirely. This journal will guide you. Write in it, follow its instructions, and you might experience something... unexpected."

Riley, curious but skeptical, took the journal with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't one to believe in metaphysical mumbo-jumbo, but he liked the challenge. That evening, he opened the first page of the journal, where it instructed him to write about his deepest desire for personal change.

"I wish I could be more confident in my future," Riley wrote, his pen scratching across the paper. "I want to feel grounded, more sure of who I am, and find a place in the world that feels... stable."

It was a simple wish, something Riley had been pondering for a while. He didn’t expect much to come of it.

The next morning, Riley woke up feeling different. His usual morning routine—checking his phone, scrolling through social media, texting Jonah—felt strange, almost foreign. When he looked in the mirror, something was off. His face appeared… older. His jawline was sharper, his cheekbones more defined, and his eyes had a new hardness to them, as if they had seen more of the world than they should have for someone his age. He ran his hand through his hair and froze. His normally messy, untamed curls had been replaced with short, tousled waves that felt oddly natural.

But that wasn’t all.

Riley glanced at his phone, but when he read the notifications, a sense of unfamiliarity washed over him. Instead of messages from his college friends or Jonah, there were calls from people he didn’t recognize, reminding him of meetings, appointments, and a gym schedule. His inbox was filled with emails from work, and most disturbingly, there was an invitation to a family dinner later that evening.

Confused and unsettled, Riley stood up and stumbled out of his apartment to the bathroom. That’s when he noticed the changes in his body. His frame was broader, more muscular. He had the chest of someone who worked out regularly—and his arms were solid, like a boxer’s. He even felt a strange pull to the idea of boxing, something that had never crossed his mind before.

In a haze, Riley went to the living room to check the journals again, but they were gone. He only found his reflection staring back at him, a man he didn’t recognize.

The first few hours after his transformation were a blur. Ryan felt like he was waking up from a long dream, disoriented, his old identity slipping through his fingers like sand. Eventually, the reality settled in—he was no longer a college student with a boyfriend. He had a wife, kids, and a whole new set of beliefs.

When he checked his phone, he saw that his calendar was packed with meetings, family events, and even training sessions at the gym. Ryan glanced at a picture on the kitchen counter—there he was, smiling with a beautiful woman and three children in front of a well-kept house. The woman’s name was Jessica, and she was stunning, with long blonde hair, a radiant smile, and a grace that made Ryan’s chest swell with pride. His two sons, Ethan and Luke, both 18 were both healthy and active, always eager to play sports or spend time with their dad. And then there was Olivia, his sweet daughter who had Ryan wrapped around her finger.

Jessica was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl, and Ryan couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of responsibility, a desire to protect and provide for them all. The future, once so uncertain for him as Riley, now felt crystal clear. It was his job to take care of his family, and nothing else mattered.

His phone buzzed again with a message from Jessica: “Can you pick up the boys from school? I have a doctor’s appointment today.”

Without thinking, Ryan grabbed his keys, changed into a comfortable hoodie and jeans, and headed out to the minivan. He noticed the way his hands gripped the wheel with confidence, the ease with which he navigated the streets. He was a man in control.

At the school, Ryan was greeted by a friendly teacher who called him “Mr. Grant” with a warmth that seemed so familiar. As he loaded the kids into the car, Ethan, the older son, turned to him with a grin.

“Hey, Dad, don’t forget—my first match is Saturday. You’re still coming, right?”

Ryan chuckled, ruffling Ethan’s hair. At 18, Ethan was already a towering figure, well on his way to becoming a star athlete. “You bet I am. Just try not to knock your opponent out too quickly, alright? You’ll leave me without much to watch.”

Ethan rolled his eyes playfully, but there was no mistaking the bond between them. Ethan was more than just his son—he was his teammate, his training partner, and his co-conspirator in the gym. Ryan had been coaching him in boxing for a while now, and it was one of their favourite activities.

Later that evening, as he sat down to dinner with Jessica and the kids, he noticed something else: his worldview had shifted. The conversations were different. He wasn’t debating politics with friends; he was talking about the importance of family, the value of hard work, and the role of faith in the home. He found himself nodding along to Jessica’s thoughts about raising children with good moral values and emphasizing respect for authority. It all felt right, the way life was supposed to be.

When the conversation turned to their growing family, Jessica smiled at him, her hand resting on her swollen belly. "Can you believe we're about to have two more? I think the twins are going to complete our family perfectly."

Ryan leaned over, kissing her on the cheek, and felt a deep sense of contentment. This was his life now. He was a man who was proud of his role as a father, someone who loved his country, his family, and his way of life. His new identity was firmly in place, and as he watched his children laugh and play, he realized he wouldn’t change a thing.

In the end, Riley Grant—the passionate, liberal, gay college student—was gone, replaced by Ryan Grant, a 36-year-old conservative father with a strong sense of duty and an unwavering commitment to his family. The transformation was complete.

Riley’s journals remained locked away, their purpose fulfilled. But for Ryan, life was just beginning. He had a beautiful wife, wonderful children—including a 18-year-old son with a promising future in sports—and a future he could be proud of. And as he laced up his boxing gloves that evening, ready to train for a fight—whether in the ring or in life—he knew one thing for sure: his new life was exactly what he had always been meant to have.

As the presidential election approached, Ryan could feel the weight of it hanging in the air. It wasn’t just about voting anymore; it was about the future—the future of his children, the future of his country. Ryan’s political transformation was complete, and it was clear where he stood. He had become a staunch supporter of the Republican Party, and this election was pivotal.

The conversation started over dinner one evening, as the family discussed their plans for Election Day. It was the first time in a long while that Ryan and Jessica had discussed politics with such intensity, and the shift in Ryan’s perspective was unmistakable.

“I’ve been reading a lot about the candidates,” Jessica said, her voice calm but firm. “It’s clear the Democratic Party has lost its way. Their policies are dangerous for our future—socialism, open borders, and government overreach. We need a leader who will make this country stronger, not weaker.”

Ryan leaned back in his chair, nodding thoughtfully. The person he once was—the liberal Riley Grant—would have debated Jessica fiercely, maybe even argued for the Democratic Party’s platform. But now, with his focus on his family, his home, and his new sense of duty as a husband and father, his beliefs had aligned with the Republican Party in ways he hadn’t imagined.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Ryan replied, his voice steady. “The Republican Party stands for the things that matter most to me now: personal responsibility, a strong economy, and making sure our kids grow up in a country that respects traditional values. The Democratic Party has pushed policies that are more about entitlement and less about the values that built this country.”

Ethan, their 18-year-old son, who had spent the last few months keeping up with the election, was quick to chime in. “I’ve been hearing a lot about the Republican Party at school, and I’ve been doing my own research too. I think the Republican Party is the right choice. They’re about securing our borders, strengthening the economy, and putting America first. I don’t want to live in a country where the government controls everything.”

Ryan couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride. Ethan wasn’t just agreeing with his father; he was forming his own opinions, thinking critically, and seeing the world in a way that reflected Ryan’s own values. It was a sign that Ryan and Jessica’s influence was already taking root in their kids.

“That’s exactly right, son,” Ryan said, looking at Ethan with approval. “This isn’t just about politics—it’s about making sure we have the freedom to live our lives without the government telling us how. The Democratic Party has been pushing all these policies that take away freedom and responsibility. The Republican Party understands that the best thing for this country is self-reliance and the strength of family.”

Luke, at 18 years old, was just like his twin, Ethan, listened intently. “So, we’re voting for the Republican Party, right, Dad?”

Ryan smiled at his youngest. “Yes, buddy. The Republican Party is the party that stands for what we believe in. They want to keep us safe, protect our rights, and make sure America stays strong.”

Olivia, also agreed, it was clear to Ryan that she was growing up in a household where their values were firmly rooted. This was the world he wanted for her—a world where she could grow up surrounded by the freedom to make her own choices, secure in the knowledge that her family was protected and valued.

On Election Day, the entire family gathered together in the living room, their eyes glued to the TV as the results began to roll in. The tension in the air was palpable, but Ryan was confident in his choice. He had voted for the Republican Party, knowing full well that the future of the country—and of his children—was at stake.

Jessica sat beside him, her hand resting gently on his knee, as they watched the numbers tick across the screen. “This is the future we’ve been working toward,” she said quietly. “It’s about securing a better world for our kids. A safer world, a stronger country.”

Ryan nodded, his chest swelling with pride as he looked around the room at his family—his beautiful, strong, and intelligent wife, his two sons, and his daughter who would grow up in this new world they were helping shape. It didn’t matter where he had come from, or who he had been before the transformation. The man he was now, the life they had built together, felt like the right path.

Ethan leaned forward, watching the election results unfold with a sense of excitement. “I really think the Republican Party is going to win. I just don’t see how the Democratic Party can push forward with everything they want. The country needs a strong leader.”

Ryan felt a deep satisfaction in his son’s words. It wasn’t just about the politics—it was about the way Ethan was embracing the values that Ryan now held dear: individual liberty, family, and national pride. Ethan was becoming the kind of young man Ryan had always hoped to raise.

“I think you’re right,” Ryan said. “This country needs a leader who understands the importance of tradition, of family, and of putting America first. I’m proud of us for making the right choice.”

As the night wore on and the election results became clearer, Ryan knew without a doubt that he had made the right decision. His world had changed—he had changed—and in this new life, the Republican Party was not just a political choice. It was a way of life.

Jessica smiled, squeezing his hand as the final votes were tallied. “We did it, Ryan. This is the future we’ve worked for.”

Ryan looked at his family—his wife, his children—and felt an overwhelming sense of pride. They were safe. They were strong. And they were ready for whatever came next.

[writingoddess1125]

Welcome! Request: CLOSED

My name is JC and I love writing!

KOFI

I Write Mostly Angsty Slice of Life but always open to request!

Masterlist below -

10/28 updated

MARVEL

XMEN

Kurt Wagner

1999 (Ongoing)

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

Pt. 5

Blowin Me up (Ongoing)

Pt. 1

ONE PIECE

You Take Care of Their Hair

You get High with Them

Old Men Series Masterlist

Zoro,Luffy,Corazon Child Series

Crocodile, Law, Sanji Child Series

You Take their Hat

You Cook for Them Even though You such at It

How Strong the Old Man Gene's Are

They Lay on your chest

You give them a Massage

You give them Facemask

Drunk + Spiked

The Moment they fell in love with you

Just a Peak

You Die at Birth

(S)cream

Weird Relationship Milestones

Buggy The Clown I'm your Biggest Fan (Completed)

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

My Heart Breaks (Completed)

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Theater Brat (Completed)

Theater Brat

Theater Bart Pt. 2

Theater Brat Pt. 3

Fell In Love Alone (Ongoing)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Jessica and Roger Rabbit Effect

Part 1

Part 2

My Anchor

Solo Act

Not Flashy

Your Seat Awaits

Trouble Comes in Pairs Pt. 1

NSFW Alphabet

Buggy find out about thirst traps

Buggy finds out about thirst traps pt. 2

Not all Silver and Gold

Pain and Pleasure

Switch Things Up

Boardwalk Artist

Poppy Kisses

First Bounty

Modern AU Buggy -> Part 2

Secret Headcanon

Ocean Eyes

Drunk teasing with bestie

You get him a Corgi

Paints on S/O

Roronoa Zoro

Favorite Bartender

N$FW Alphabet

New Parent Zoro

Dancing With Swords (Ongoing)

Part 1

Luffy D. Monkey

Luffy realizing he's in love with you

Warm Mornings

Thunder Buddies

Sanji

Moral Support

Friend Like Me

A Girl to Love

Usopp

Bar Adventure

Shanks

Tag Youre It

You remind me

My Shooting Star

Mihawk

Call Me Sir

Only Us

NSFW Alphabet

Tag Youre It

My heart lies with you

Fight for pleasure

Look up Darling~

Daddy Mihawk

How and Why?

Crack

Morticia and Gomez Effect

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Its Done

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Crocodile

So Annoying

MISC.

Capitan Kuro X Reader

Alvida X Reader

VIKINGS- Coming Soon

CALL OF DUTY

Relationship Fluff

Medic of 141

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Dumb cat that loves Simon

Finds out about thirst traps

Blip on the Radar (Ongoing)

Part 1

Part 2.

John 'Soap' McTavish

Koing

Finds out about thirst traps

But do have other interest and willing to write about other Animes, Cartoons, Shows and More!

[2kverrr]

JESSICA RILEY - Dating Headcanons

UNTIL DAWN || Jessica Riley x Reader

she’s your best friend, has been since you were 13, you’d found a similar interest in these ones girls shoes at lunch, disgusting and almost offensive.

at an instant you’d locked eyes and started laughing, since that day you became joined by the hip. all secrets told, all insecurities shared, tips and rumours shared between you two.

you’re not sure when you started feeling things for her, but it only grew.

you loved bleaching her hair for her, helping her put together different outfits, braiding her hair, just being close to her.

you two were open books when alone, so it was the hardest thing you’d ever done, hiding your feelings.

“ugh- why are my- what the fuck.” jess stands in the mirror in your bedroom, messing and fussing with her top. there was nothing wrong with it, she looked completely perfect. you sit down in front of another mirror applying your mascara. “jess, you look like a babe, we’ll only end up getting shit faced and ugly by the end of the night” you smile, looking back at the bleach blonde.

the party was at matts, emily had forced him to host there and he soon obliged, to be quite frank, he was terrified of her.

throughout the house party, jess was conversing with a few different boys, clearly selecting the lucky bunch that would be considered to be her boyfriend for the night.

“ugh they’re all meatheads” jess groans, throwing her self onto the sofa you’re sat on, you’d had a few drinks, measured by josh so you deserved a little sit down (or else you’d literally pass out)

“did you hear me?” jess prods your shoulder, dramatically your roll your head sideways onto her shoulder. “fuck ‘em” you slur with a dopey smile which jess returns.

“sometimes i do wish i was a lesbian, girls are so much nicer. all these boys,” she points across the room, “, think with their dicks, not a single brain cell between them.” and for a moment, in your drunken, delusional state, you physically felt a lightbulb appear above your head.

“i’ll let you be my girlfriend.”

“what? you’ll let me?” she giggles, but all you can do is stare at the joyful wrinkles forming by her half-closed eyes.

you slowly nod your head, eagerly but it felt as though you’re in slow motion, “uh-huh”

as intended, you drunken seduction was successful (you think, you can’t exactly remember that night).

since that silly conversation at midnight in matts house, you’re friendship had changed, you became more like a couple though neither of you established so.

you both assume you’re… dating? whatever it is, you’re perfectly content with it.

anywhere you go your hand is being tightly gripped by the blonde. most the time she doesn’t even realise.

she blatantly refuses to drive. #passengerprincess4life

it’s your usual friendship but with little quirks. kisses on the cheek, hands, lips. a lot more sleepovers. she leaves notes a lot, like a mom would in their child’s lunchbag.

LOTS of wine+gossip sessions. it’s become a friday night staple between the two of you, it always ends up in you both falling asleep on your parents’ couch.

you didn’t really plan on telling any of the group, but the trip up to josh and his sisters’ mountain lodge would make it difficult for you to have any time to yourselves. so jess took it upon herself to announce it once all of the gang were together.

the group were shocked to put it nicely. mike, josh and sam are your biggest fans despite josh’s wandering eyes and perverted mind. emily couldn’t stand seeing jess happy, so it’s was a one up for the blonde.

[kokomos]

❂ 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟

jessica riley relationship headcanons

+ Always so excited when she gets to see you! Runs up to you and traps you in a bear hug before giving you sloppy kisses on your cheeks.

+ Hates being away from you for long periods of time. She's a bit of a clingy girlfriend meaning she wants a lot of your free time to be spent with one another. Whenever you two are apart she's planning the next time she can see you, she can't help but miss you!

+ Constant physical affection is a must if you're dating her. She loves the reassurance she gets when you touch her. Her favorite is when you wrap an arm around her waist to get real close to her. Adores having your face in the crook of her neck.

+ Definitely treats your lap like her own personal throne; enjoys the feelings of your hands holding onto her hips and thighs.

+ Kind of like a puppy in love; she's quick to blindly follow her heart and it hurts her more often than not.

+ Feels compelled to do anything in her power to make your life easier ie. do the chores she knows you dread.

+ Since before you two even officially started dating, she's given you so many nicknames in passing that you're sure she can't even keep track of the ones assigned to you. Her go-to is the casual babe or baby. She also wouldn't mind if you called her princess every now and again.

+ She's always asking you questions about yourself. It's important to her that the both of you are knowledgeable on the topic of each other. It's something that makes her feel more close to you than anyone else.

  - "If you could do anything, like anything ever, for the rest of your life, what would you wanna do? By the way, you can say me, I wouldn't mind complying with that answer at all."

+ Quick with the comebacks. Be prepared to lose gracefully if you ever get into an argument with her because there's no way she's letting you win.

+ So playful with everyone but the most with you! She tries to live life somewhat lightheartedly believing that's what can bring her the most happiness.

+ Prefers to forgive and forget. Doesn't understand the whole idea of focusing so much energy onto someone in order to get revenge. If the opportunity presents itself that's another thing though!

+ She's an open book once she trusts you and it doesn't take a lot for her to put her trust in someone. Doesn't care about the risks involved with loving and losing someone, she sees it as a necessary part of life.

+ Big gossiper!! Constantly pulling you aside during an event to catch you up real quick on any updates with the drama. Please be enthusiastic/receptive while she's talking to you about this kind of stuff! She means no harm by it and stays positive about the people involved unless they've done something totally heinous.

  - "I need to tell you what I just found out about that girl and her boyfriend. So last weekend, when she was visiting family out of town…"

+ Says she needs your help to do her braids but really she can do them by herself in under five minutes. She'll take any chance she can to feel your fingers in her hair.

+ On days where she's feeling lazy, she makes you do her whole make-up routine. No mercy, she doesn't care if you guys sit there for hours, it needs to be done and it needs to be done right. She shows her gratuity with a shower of compliments and calculated kisses as to not mess up all your hard work.

  - "Oh my god, babe! You're so good at this, I should make you do my make-up every day. Kidding, don't worry."

+ Secretly insecure behind all that confidence. She can become pretty defensive in an argument with you, often lashing out because she feels threatened. What she really needs is reassurance that you're not attacking her, you just want resolution or to talk about the problem at its core.

+ Jess is the type of girlfriend that wants to be treated like a trophy wife… even without the ring.

— ♡☆

a/n: dedicated to the anon who requested :) i hope i did jess some justice!!

[coolpeopleonlyexist]

Slut

Emily Davis x Jessica Riley, smut

"Oh look what the cat dragged in." emily groans in annoyance and rolls her eyes turning to see jessica, her ex-bestfriend "Its been a while since, ya know i got with your man." emily scowls crushing out the butt of her cigarette on the bottom of her shoe to flick it out the window next.

They were at a party sam decided to make at her house and currently emily was in sams room, she wanted to take a smoke just to get away from all the drunks and crazy people downstairs and also to get away from jess, so here she is leaning on the window smoking out in the air.

"Sam won’t like your smoking in her room." emily glares at her taking out another one just incase jess decides to leave "Do i look like i give a shit?" now its jessicas turn to roll her eyes "You should, she would kick you out." emily turns to her.

"Oh what, you care about that?" jess looks at her with her lip curled "No, im just saying. Though it would be satisifying to see sam drag you out of here." emily snaps her head up her lighter in hand "Fuck.You." emily begins to grip the lighter in her hand.

There was something that would burn in emilys chest every single time she saw jess but this time it was a different feeling, it wasn’t of love but hatred.

"What the hell do you want." emily growls her last puff of nicotine slipping out her lips blowing it into the air "Just wanted to see my dear friend." jess responds as she walks around the room picking things up to examine them and keeping her distance from emily, she makes sure to keep her eyes on the brunette because she knows emily will literally pounce up and drag her.

"We aren’t friends, we will never be. After what you fucking did!" jess looks emily a bit harder into her eyes to see that she was very close to crying, emily places a cigarette between her lips planing to just turn and walk away "I didn’t do anything, your man michael wanted me so i took the opportunity-" now that set emily off, she spit out the stick onto the floor. Jess made the mistake to turn her back on emily and before she realized emily takes a grip of her hair and slams her forehead into the wall.

"OW FUCK!" jess yells elbowing emily in the nose, that was a trick emily taught her when they were 9 'Just in case!' emily would say with a big grin but the emily now was glaring at her with anger and her teeth bared.

Emily shrieks as she lets go of jessicas hair to grab at her nose that was now spiling blood down her chin "How do you like that bitch!" emilys eyes snap open dodging jessicas sucker punch, giving jess a punch to the jaw making jessica grunt and look back up to emily though another punch was thrown and this time it was to her eye "SHIT!" emily grabs her by the collar of her shirt, bitch slapping jess which happened to split jessicas lip.

Jess pushes emily away "You fucking CUNT!" jess lands a punch on emilys temple knocking emily into the wall "I fucking hate you!" emily yells out.

Emily then grabs jessica by the waist and slams her down on the floor knocking the air out of her "Shit!" jess grunts out trying to push emily off her but to no avail.

Emily straddles jess with her knees on either side of jessicas hips trapping her under her, jess jumps up biting hard onto emilys collar bone til she felt something warm and metallic in her mouth "Fuck!" emily yells pushing jess down onto the floor before wrapping her hands around jessicas throat.

Jess grips on emilys hair making her grunt "GOD! fuck!" emily lets out a cry as jessica scratches her forearm "Stop that!" emily picks jess up by the neck and slams her down making jessica let out a pained groan "Let me go! You bitch." jessica began to thrust her hips up trying to push emily off "Get OFF-" jess gets cut off by a punch to her nose "OW!" she lets out a whine.

She knew she didn’t stand a chance to fighting with emily because emily didn’t show mercy, was very vicious and brutal during fights. She has seen the brunette fight women and knock men out, its as if seeing a bear fight a bird.

Emily squeezes her hands making jessica cough "God- fuck." emily lets out a chuckle "I prefer when your like this. With your fucking mouth shut and at my mercy." jess let out a moan as emily squeezes her hands again, sick fucker.

Emily glares down at her "I fucking despise you." jess lets out a whimper when emilys grip tightens even more. Jessicas eyes roll to the back of her head "I don’t understand why michael chose you of all people." jess groans "isn’t it obvious?" she coughed out.

"Enlighten me, how a man doesn’t have sex with a girl for a good month and he decides to run to the nearest slut." emilys look in her eyes seem as if she is now close to snapping jessicas neck "Thats the thing, you could never pleasure him but i can." emily smirks "He just likes having useless idiotic cum dumpsters with him, so he went to get with you after he realized i was none of those. Baby." emily purr’s with a smile "Tell me, how many times he has came inside you and just turned around and fell asleep. Im sure he has a streak of doing that." jess bites down on her bottom lip "Your just his little whore." emily places one of her hands on jessicas chin "And thats all you will ever be." emily wraps her hands around jessicas neck again to squeeze til jess coughs.

Jess squirms 'Oh god, why is this making me horny.' jess couldn’t really lie at the fact she was a bit into getting man handled but what she didn’t understand was why at THIS moment her body decided it was fucking hungry for emily fucking davis.

She thought those feelings went away when she got with mike, she HOPED they would go away after she got with mike but she was wrong when she looks down to see emilys skirt hiked up showing her underwear resulting in jessica feel even more bothered.

Jess snaps out of her adrenaline to realize her clit was throbbing painfully against the tight jeans she swore, but it is hitting just the right spot she couldn’t help but squirm.

No man neither mike has ever turned her on like this and emily wasn’t even trying to be sexy or to get her like this but she was, she didn’t even know what was going on in jessicas head.

She fixed her look back on Emily and noticed how beautiful the light of sams bedroom made her. Her skin looks so soft and her lips look wet from her own blood. 'No.' Thought Jess, and this time she actually kept the thought in her head instead of verbalizing it. 'Her lips look soft too..like pillows. FUCK.'

Emily realizes the looks jessica is giving her, the eyes to lips to eyes again and how shes biting down on her bottom lip with a flushed face then soon the realization hits emily so hard.

Emily glares down at her with a disgusted snarl "Oh my god.. your enjoying this, aren’t you." jess smirks letting out a cough as emilys grip tightens to indicate she wants a response from the blonde "What can i say, i like it a little rough." from her high-pitched pants and gasps she guessed the same was true of emily, but she knew she wasn’t going to give it up. not yet ofcourse.

Emily picks up jess by the throat and slams her down on the floor again earning a cry from jess "Emily!" emilys nails dug into jessicas flesh, jess swore she could feel her skin break from emilys sharp nails as something warm went down her neck "Your going to-" jess gasps, her lips parting.

"Kill me!" emily ignores her watching as her eyelids flutter "I hope i do, you fucking crazy bitch." jess knew emily would and could kill her right now if she wanted too, she knew emily could snap her neck and leave her here without a care in the world.

Though instead emily leans into jessicas lips in a sloppy mash of skin and teeth, jessica groans when she tastes emily. She tastes of blood and cigarettes as well as the cherry lipgloss she always wore.

Emily was still choking her as they clash teeth and lips, she then bit down on jessicas bottom lip breaking the skin making her to yelp "Ow!" blood began to appear but emily looks at her with anger before leaning in again and each time jessica would try to pull away she would let out an angry groan and squeeze jessicas throat.

Emily pulls away when she was out of breath, jessica was so dizzy from the cut of air and emilys strong rich perfume and she was overwhelmed by all of this. It was happening so fast, they both have boyfriends! This is insane.

Emily slides her hand down jessicas jeans to press her fingers on her dampened underwear, looking at her with a glare when jess arches her back and leans her head more into the floor with a ragged sigh "God, your fucking messed up." jess smirks up at her "Your just as turned on as me." they both know its true theres no denying it, jessica could feel emilys heat on her stomach due to the fact emily was already showing the arousal soaked underwear. Jessica decides to thrust her hips up to press her stomach on emilys crotch "Fuck-" emily grunts "See? Just like me sweetie." emily glares down at jessica as she presses even more down on her stomach beginning to grind down on her abdomen, jessica smirks "Keep going."

Jess pushes the hem of emilys top up to just rest her palms against her stomach, her nails digging into her skin leaving marks on her pale skin "Your lucky im even LETTING you touch me you slut." jess smirks at her as emily grinds against her faster "Aren’t i lucky- ohh right t-there." jessicas eyelids flutter as emily brushes her fingers on her clit to go down to her entrance, jessicas back arches when emily presses her clit.

"This is fucking filthy, this is not sex. This is FUCKING, you know the difference." emily growls as she gives a sharp thrust into jess "Fuhhckk!" jess moans as she feels herself stretch around emilys two fingers, its so intense its making her head spin.

Emily stares down at her watching as whimpers and moans slip out from jessicas lips "Look at me, i want to watch you crumble." jessica immediantly complies as she sees the hungry look emily has in her eyes.

Jess moans as emily thrusts even harder inside curling her fingers up "Fuck! yes yes right there! Keep going oh fuck." though emily pulls away "Wait no, emily!" jess whines with her voice all shaky "What are you doing!" emily smirks as she grinds slowly "Beg me." jess glares at her "You fucking bitch." emily begins to circle around the blondes swollen clit. Jess lets out a plead "Em." jutting her hips up "Emily," jess whimpers "Not enough, jessica our time is limited until somebody finds us here. And i don’t want to have to explain." jess looks at emily through frustrated tears, her thighs tightened as she watches emily roll her hips letting out a moan of pleasure.

Jess watches as emily kept rubbing herself onto her stomach letting out whines and it made jessica want to touch her but she knew emily wouldn’t let her do that so instead she should just finish this while watching her "Please emily." her voice a low needy rasp "Good girl." emily plunges her three fingers inside, it hurt so good. Emily chokes jess to keep her from moaning loud "Sh-it." emily growls "Look at me, jessica." jess looks at emily, god she looks beautiful. Her hair was a mess from jess tugging on it, her nose had dried blood going to her chin, her lipstick was smudged and her mascara was also smudged and jessica felt her arousal smear on her stomach "Fuck." emily whimpers arching her back, jess lets out a chuckle "You look beautiful." jess begins to sit up trying to go for a kiss but emily presses her back down "No, thats too much." emily shakes her head, they both knew it was too passionate but jess didn’t care so she thought it wouldn’t hurt if she tried.

Jess just wonders how she looks compared to emily, she knows she looks like a fucking mess. Emily smirks "Your such a slut." jess nods too much of a moaning mess to reply "Getting fucked by an ex-bestfriend, after getting with her boyfriend?" emily lets out a laugh "You fucking whore, was it worth it?" jess didn’t respond "Im sure it was worth it, because look at you now. You look like you have never been fucked before." jess lets out a whine as emily slides out just to plunge back in "Im gonna make sure i enjoy this." emily squeezes her throat.

The pain hurt so good and more arousal began to build up as air was cut off from her lungs, jess lets out a choked out moan as her eyes roll to the back of her head and her back arches "Im-im cumming-" emily smirks "Go ahead jessica." emily squeezes her again.

"Emily," jess grunts as she tenses as the orgasm hits her like a fucking bus, her whole body burning as she comes down from her high. Emily was still thrusting inside slowly watching her intensely "Jessica." emily pulls out of her "You are a fucking freak." jessica lets out a grunt as emily slid back in "Em- i can’t do another-" emily shakes her head "I know you can jessica." soon the door was slammed open making emily give jess a sharp thrust resulting in jessica letting out a moan of pain or pleasure, emily pulls out of her fast going back to choking her out.

They seemed to be fighting but in reality it was just a bit rough fucking, matt pulled emily off of jess "Em! thats enough!" emilys hand was a bit sticky but he decides to ignore it "Jess! You alright?!" mike picks up jess noticing her pants being unbuttoned though his concern was of jess and her pretty face "Jess?" jess huffs.

"Nothing- this bitch fucking pounced on me." emily growls at her and moves foward again "I'll fucking kill you-" matt pulls her back again "Em! calm down." jess smirks as emily lets out a growl "We can continue what we started, next time." jess looks at emilys sticky hand thats hanging uselessly by her side, licking her lips as she looks at emilys soaked underwear.

"Your fucking insane." emily looks at her hungrily and seeing that she squeezed her thighs jessica knew there would be a next time.

[sukioyakio]

Ben Riley X Y/N Headcanons

Genre:FLUFFF,just fluff that all

None warning,except some blood talk about but not an bloody issue,

I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS

An: I just wanted to make this since I don't see much of Ben fanfic 😭😭😭😔💀LIKE I had to do,Anyway I had fun making this ❤✌

• Ben who known for his dramatic personality,and unique fighting style,no one would had expected u,(someone as sweet,yet grumpy,and sort of serious as well can/or found him your type) to like him,even go on dating him.

•.Ben who enjoyed talking to u,or like showing u some of his favorites moves,but what enjoy the most was seeing u playfully rolling your eye and had that playful smile,with an light chuckles.He would always try to surprise you (which never works)Ben—”there she is,right in the open,just an perfect time for me to scare her” he would longed towards her to only fall flat on the on the floor,seeing her with grin, y/n-”you know that I have spider senses right?,maybe scaring people isn’t your thing”she says with an eye roll,and an chuckle,as Ben jump up from the ground to have an angry pout,Ben-“Your don’t know what your talking about,like the amazing ben would never ever quit so easily” he says with such an proud gesture,it made him look like an dork sometimes,as he fixed his hair with his hand,and once he look at that look,to only see you with that wide playfulness smile,and laughing,that smile really did things to him,like he would definitely fall on floor dramatically,or just stare at you,if he had an tail and ears,his tail would paces back and forward,like an golden retriever when you look at him like that.

• Ben who loves following you around,or doing missions with u,or Jessica and miguel,whenever u guys go on an mission,Ben just like to do it like an partner in crime, Ben-"You got the anomaly agent Y/N,?do u copy!" to only hear you in the microphone in the other end Y/N-"Ben we don't have time to play agent. . . and yes i do",or Ben would love to show off his move to u,when in mission's,he love to flex out his muscles to u,Y/N-" jezz,Ben we get it you have muscles" she says with an playfully rolling her eyes,BEN-"Yep your right miss Y/N,after all these *he starts to flex out more of his muscles* aren't any handsome accident" he says with an playful chuckle, and with an cheeky smirk to you.

But whenever Ben and you are hurt or harm,or have an wound,he doesn't think about himself,he just can't see you like that no matter how small the wound is,if he see blood he is going carry you on his back or carry on his shoulder like sack of patotes,Y/N-"Put me down Ben,I'm fine,it literally Just an dawn papercut(any small wound)!!,PUT ME DOWN BEN!! your being over dramatic",Ben-"Nope,nuh uh mama your going either way,it my duty as your elite member,to take care of u,so until I see your OK and bandage then yes Mother" Ben says this to you no matter what wound you have,he just that dramatic golden retriever.

Ben who loves the feeling of your hands,to him it the softest and warming thing he has ever felt,whenever Ben won't stop talking about his trauma to u (he had repeatly told you,like 10 time already) you just touch his hair,you have to tipping toe to his height to reach his hair,he would stop instantly and give you all his attention,to Y/N it pretty cute and time saving.

Ben looks like an adorable golden retriever to her,patting his head and giving soft stokes to his hair,just by doing that he just leans towards your arms to keep touching his hair even longer,to only realize Ben-“Hey! You made me forget about my depression session.That I was going to have!”as he looks away from y/n to stomp like an child and have such an dramatic sigh,Y/N-“It isn’t my fault that your talking sessions is boring”,to only hear his dramatic gasp,and his hand over his chest as the other hand holding the wall,Ben-“How dare you!?! Talk bad about my talking sessions,there the reason I’m still here,I can’t believe you said that about session”,as y/n just rolls her eyes and chuckles at him being so dramatic.

Jessica would be the first one to see them as an thing,then just friends or teammates,as Jess was walking around the Hq for Miguel,she spot Ben with an bag of your favorite sweets/chips,as she went to talk to Ben,Jessica-”hmm,welll hello Benny boy,*look at the bag,with an eyebrow raised*who is that for?Ben,or who will it be for,let me guess Y/n”she say in an sarcastic yet calm motherly voice to Ben.As Ben look at her with an “are you serious” face, Ben-”Huh?Dont you dare say anything,it mine time to be a great elite teammate!” Ben says with a such a proud gestures,and a happy grin.Jessica-“mhm are you sure,that it just to be a great elite teammate,. . .or it something else”she says with an eyebrow raised and with her lips forming her ionic playful smirk,Jessica-“but I’m not saying anythingggg”she says ,as she still has her playful smile,as she wave him an goodbye,and she back to wonder off the HQ again,as she chuckles,knowing that Ben has that “huh” expression,as Ben yells at her saying “WHATEVER!!” and then proceeds to walks away to where ever is y/n.

Ben who can be in a serious mood and in the next second he in his cheerful mood.Like imagine your an Citizen,and his wife.the only thing for sure that he never get angry,or could never be angry at anyone.That for sure,but if you two are married and you somehow get kidnapped,he wouldn’t hesitate to killed anyone.He loves You so much that he jumps into an volcano for you ,he would give his soul for you,he would definitely got very angry to the max,like no other,like it scares you,because knowing him,he was never known to be angry or upset or even pissed off.

And so you are there in an random house with your kidnappers,and you sitting in an chair tied up,as you roll your eyes at the kidnapper threats,”I’lL KiLl YoU iF yOu DoNt TeLl Me,blah blah blah-” ,you just interrupted him Y/N-“if I were you,I would let me go,and give me some money,before my lovely husband come here,and make his lovely entrance and then you will have to deal with him” y/n says with an unbothered voice about the whole situation,but after you said that your kidnapper starts to laugh their ass off,

to only after hear an loud bang,as y/n had an cocky smirk,knowing that your so called husband making his entrance.what you didn’t expect him being so pissed off,his spider mask expression was just start off stern and angry,

he literally punched the fuck out of the guy who was laughing,as his body was thrown against the wall causing him to spit out blood,as y/n was shock to see his so piss off,as he take off his mask to y/n it was sexy to see this side of him,after his was done beating the life out of the rest of the guys and felt satisfied,he looked at y/n with an worry face as he runs towards and give her an big hugs as he cut the ropes off and says Ben-“oh my god are you hurt,did they tried to hurt my beautiful wife,I swear I will make them regret touching my wife and how dare they threaten you!,….let get out of here” he says with his eyes soften when he knows that your okay,as you just touch him with reinsure that your okay,Y/n-“yes im okay,thanks for saving me..mr Prince Charming”you says softly and gently as he grab you and carry you to his arms,even though you would argue that your fine enough to walk on your own but you just let him do it,as he swings back home to relax and cuddle and watch whatever show you want.

AND DONE

an:I hope you enjoyed it 🫶🫶🫶😃💗💗

quote of the day : “the wetter can be wet” from an friend 💀☠️😭

tags list: @cherryberry-sugarandspice @cherryredstars @lynxslokley @fairlyang @everlastlady @tarjapearce @yawnderu @miguelsslvt @messylustt @honey-on-your-tongue

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[pluckysidekick]

PART 2 of my breakdown of Kennedy’s excellent tweet describing Episode 5, “The Oracle of the Whispering Remains.” See PART 1 for Kennedy’s hints on teeth, tension, and B&E.

4. Picking up at the Daddy issues. I said in my original Ep. 5 post in early June, when the two line episode description was first published, that I suspected the person from George’s past was her deadbeat dad of a dentist. I still think that’s likely, as they may need a consult on teeth or even dental records of one of the bodies. But it could have a double meaning and refer to Nancy’s continuing disagreement with Carson about breaking the curse - or a conflict with Ryan over Tristan. We also have Avery the bully’s dad (Aaron) coming for Bess, and don’t forget Addy’s snooty parents. Ace also has dad issues, so really - it could be practically anyone.

5. On to speed dating! Kennedy assured us that Nace weren’t involved - at least I think she did (she can be crafty with her words). Presumably Bess is still with Addy, and Nick is maybe dating Jade? We’re getting “hot and uncomfortable speed dating,” so, I think there could be George and Nick dating/jealousy for sure.

We had this BTS photo with Bess wearing a name tag, so perhaps she’s running the event to benefit the Historical Society - although it appears to be at the Claw. I do think it’s possible Bess is also in the speed dating mix as there could be trouble with Addy’s parents.

I’m also not convinced that Nancy, Ace, Tristan, and even Ace’s new love interest might not be involved in some way, even if it’s tangential. We know Jessica Meraz as “Red” is debuting in this episode - is she a LI for Ace? OR - could she be Ryan’s speed date? I’ve long suspected that she’s a LI for Ryan based on her location in the baby shower scene Riley posted on the final day of filming. I’d love to see Ryan get to have some romantic fun!

6. Now to the very important artifact:

I suggested in my early June post on Ep. 5 that this seemed to be an important artifact that they discover perhaps in the Claw (the unexpected place), and that it has a connection to the mystery. Does it open the Black Door?

We see it again in the trailer in the night woods scene:

From wardrobe - Ace and George are dressed the same as they are in the daytime shots, and that looks like Nick’s same coat as above. Bess has the same hair, but she is also wearing this coat:

Which I at the time thought was episode 6 based on timing (and hoped involved curse breaking). I do think this woods scene is probably in 5, but not impossible for it to be 6. During the same filming time frame we also got Kennedy in this gorgeous look:

The neckline (and hair) look similar to her fit in the nighttime woods scene. If she is wearing this dress in the woods, and it’s episode 5 - where was she going dressed like this? Speed dating? Date with Tristan (No, please God, no)? Or perhaps it’s episode 6 and we get her at whatever prom Tristan is dressed up in a powder blue tux for. OR, there’s some other thing Nancy has to attend perhaps to investigate Hilltoppers or other rich folk types that might be tied to The Black Door. I just know I want Ace to see her in that dress and regret his (valid) choice to remain friends just a 🤏.

Now back to those woods - there certainly seems to be a lot going on there - in addition to the trailer shot where Nancy is holding up a tooth, there’s tons of BTS of the cast goofing around between takes in the daytime, and we also got this shot in the trailer where the Drew Crew are walking toward an area cordoned off by yellow police tape. There is presumably a new incident with bodies appearing (since the cops have been here and Connor is involved). Is it the same 8 bodies or new ones? Does Nancy pick up a clue (the tooth) the cops missed?

We also had a late breaking BTS shot from Lisa Bao, lead writer on this episode.

The picture doesn’t reveal anything new, but the emojis - twin hearts, a zebra, and a giraffe?

Assuming the writers aren’t completely messing with us - is there a discussion between Nancy and Ace about the failed curse breaking ritual? And do they visit…the zoo? Does the new artifact allow them to see a vision from the past, or hear the voices of the dead (the whispering remains of the episode title), and there is some tie in to an old zoo, or to big game hunting (ew)? Just remember that Bess hates zebras lol.

Speaking of remembering, remember this cutie?

I cannot wait to see this scene! I suspected at the time Kennedy posted it that it might be the Clifton University set/location. Who or what are they running from - or to?

Much love to the props person that wrote out that chalkboard. As a Raiders of the Lost Ark fan it makes me very happy.

Alright! UPDATE: No screeners were sent out, so not expecting spoilers today from the usual suspects (which I prefer honestly, I like guessing!). BUT, we have EMOJIS!

[usagirln12003]

Jessica Riley: Hogwarts AU

Jessica Riley is a Pureblood witch that was born on the 14th of January 1988 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1999, being sorted into Hufflepuff house.

She has a Willow wand with a Unicorn Hair Core.

She has a non-corporeal Patronus.

Her favorite subject is Care of Magical Creatures and her least favorite subject is Herbology.

Described by her fellow Hufflepuffs as confident, trusting, and irreverent, Jessica is a typical provocative girl, who is quite brash in personality and dreams of being a model.

She is typically laid back, flirty and playful, constantly giving nicknames and acting immature. However, once provoked, she can be quite defensive and fierce. She does seem to care deeply for animals, being shocked and upset after killing a bird and seeing the mauled unicorn.

She is very open about her sexuality, flaunting the fact that she'll have sex with Mike, her boyfriend. But Jessica have revealed to Mike that she uses her seductive skills as a shield from her insecurities.

[raging-violets]

Meet Cute  // KendallxRiley // Big Time Rush

A/N: So I realized that I’ve written Riley in two different ways the last few years; the angst driven one with her parents dead and the other lighthearted driven one when her parents are alive. But unless you pay attention to the things I write in different fandoms, you wouldn’t really see how they’re the same character but there are fundemental things about her personality that are different with and without the influence of her parents. So, I decided to write two quick scenes to show y’all!

The first version is where her parents are dead, the second is where they’re alive. This is set around Big Time Audition.

Tag List:  @partiallypearl​ @witchofinterest​ @mystic-scripture​ @darknightfrombeyond​ @arrthurpendragon​ ​

Version 1

Kendall pushed open the door to the costume closet with light trepidation. Was there going to be more leather all over the place? Or was it going to be an explosion of red, white, and blue with tassels? Either way, he hoped Gustavo got the message that the boys weren’t going to be easily controlled. Then again, Griffin’s assistants—Obdul and Jessica—seemed to be as crazy as Griffin were and thought they were good ideas. (Though he figured, being around Griffin in any capacity of time was enough to drive anyone insane).

“Hello?” He called.

“You’re late!”

The voice came from behind a set of racks that sat in the middle of the floor. Kendall walked over and peered around it, finding a girl teenage girl his age sitting on the floor with a pencil in her mouth an da clipboard on her lap. She looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering behind the long black hair with red streaks that hung straight around her shoulders and back.

“Raleigh?” He asked.

She pulled the pencil from her mouth and said flatly, “It’s Riley. And you’re late.”

“Sorry.” He held out his hand to help her up, brought it back to his side when she stood on her own. “I just…”

“I would be too if I had to wear what you lot did when Griffin was in here,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken. Once on her feet, she set her clipboard aside and shook his hand. She tilted her head, turning his hand aside. “You play guitar?”

It took a second for him to recognize the change in subject. “Yeah, how could you tell?”

“Callouses,” she replied plainly. “It’s all over your hands, mate.” She slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, shifted her weight as she cocked her hip. Looked him up and down, the hint of a smirk coming to her face. “Plus, I reckon you don’t seem the type to be in a boy band.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“I’m trying to figure that out,” she replied honestly. “Also, you’re pretty brave for wanting to work with Gustavo Rocque. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he can be a little…”

“Unhinged?”

“I was going to say ‘completely mental’ but that works, yeah?”

“That…probably does work better. It’s really accurate.” Kendall nodded. “And, how many times do you get the chance to try to make music with some of your best friends?” Her eyebrows rose. “Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime,” he said, answering her question. “How could I pass it up?”

“Don’t you have a background in hockey?” Riley folded her arms, studying him. He looked at her curiously. “You have to do your research on anyone you’re going to work with,” she said as explanation. “Hockey, huh?”

“Hockey’s my life,” Kendall said. “I grew up playing it. I can’t imagine not being on the ice…it’s like home to me.” He suddenly felt a pang in his chest, of anxiety. Had he made the right decision? To give everything up and go all the way to California to try and see if they could be a music group? A success? But he also couldn’t sit back and have his best friend be berated and told that he had ‘no talent’ when James had all the talent in the world and then some. “But there’s always time for it. There’s always an off-season.”

“Sounds like me and surfing,” Riley said after a second with a light nod. “I never planned on being in a band, I just want to be in the water.”

“Right!” Kendall’s anxiety washed away with her words. Finally, someone who understood. “The feeling of the stick in your hands, the reverberation of the slapshot you just took, the rush of getting that slapshot into the top corner of the net as it slides by the goalie? Facing off against the line of defenders while you try to make a breakaway for the last goal of the game. Washing out all blood—and sometimes mucus—stains from your jersey but not washing out the memories.”

“Whatever you say, Hockey-Head,” Riley quipped after a second of silence. “You’re lucky you’re cute or else I’m sure that would turn off a lot of people, yeah?” She looked at him suspiciously. “You do have all your teeth, right?”

“Yes, I have all my teeth,” Kendall said with a roll of his eyes. He pursed his lips and made a show of tapping his two front teeth with his fingertips. Then started to smile and play a beat with the tapping from his fingertips. “Hey, maybe Griffin would be happy with something like that?”

Riley sighed, placing a hand on her hip. The other rested on the arm of the couch, supporting her weight. “Something tells me you’re going to be very annoying,” Despite her words, she had a small smile on her face.

Kendall smiled back.

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Version 2

Kendall hesitantly stepped into the costume closet. He pressed his hand against the door and pressed it open, expecting to see even more red, white, and blue apparel all over the place. Either that or the massive amounts of leather he and his friends had been forced to squeeze into. His legs still had the rash that even his mom’s best lotions couldn’t cure.

The idea of being dressed in any of those outfits again was enough to have Kendall turn tail and run. But James would never forgive him, especially not after Griffin decided to take a chance on them and sign them after three days of hard work. Logan would’ve ranted at him the statistics of the time, blood, sweat, and tears they would have wasted. And Carlos…he wouldn’t have cared much; everything was an adventure to him.

But he’d never backed away from a challenge and he wanted to prove Gustavo and Griffin wrong. Still, he found himself trembling as he entered the costume closet for the fifth time in the last few days. He found a teenage girl about his age scribbling on a clipboard.

“Raleigh?” he asked, using the name Gustavo had given them.

She lifted her head, brushing her black hair from her blue eyes. A strand of dyed red fell back into her face, and she tucked it behind her ears along with her low pigtails. “Actually, it’s Riley.”

“Oh.” Kendall blinked, suddenly at a loss for words. Partially from embarrassment at having gotten her name wrong—though he should’ve known that Gustavo wouldn’t have gotten anyone’s names right considering he and his friends had almost immediately been reduced to ‘dogs’—and partially because he was stunned from her smile. Was that an accent? “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” she replied with ease.

Kendall felt his cheeks burn as he smiled. “I’m Kendall.”

“I know who you are.” She stuck out her hand with a warm smile. He took it, eyebrows widening when he felt the firmness of her handshake. Then they lowered in confusion when she turned his hand over and ran her fingers from his palm to his fingertips. She lifted her head, blue eyes widening in excitement. “You play the guitar?”

“Yeah.” He brought his hand back, momentarily surprised. “How could you tell?”

“A bloke like you doesn’t seem like they’d be in a boyband, yeah?” She lazily waved her hand, moving back through the costume closet to grab a rack of clothes he assumed were for him. Judging by the flannels and skate shoes he saw sitting on it. “Doesn’t really seem like your thing.”

Kendall watched her as she moved, silently wondering if that was a good or a bad thing. Being in a boyband wasn’t his thing, they were going to be a singing group. There was a difference. Still, he found himself smiling at her comment.

Noticing the silence, Riley chuckled quietly and said, “The callouses on your fingers are a dead giveaway, mate.” She rested her arms on the top of the rack and gently rocked back and forth. “So, what made you agree to work with Gustavo? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he can be a little…”

“Unhinged?”

“I was going to say ‘crazy’ but…” she shrugged. “Your word is correct.”

Kendall laughed. “Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime,” he said, answering her question. “How could I pass it up?”

“Easily, considering you were slated to become a big hockey star.” She smiled gently when his eyes narrowed. They’d only just met; how could she have possibly known that? “One thing to learn about the industry, everyone is in everyone’s business and it’s only a matter of time until it reaches the public. Whatever you don’t want people to know…I hope you’ve got it under wraps.” She brushed her hair back from her face. “For me it’s only a matter of seconds until something I try to hide gets to my managers. Then again, my mum and dad are my managers.” She paused. “Hockey, huh?”

“Hockey is my dream,” Kendall admitted. He suddenly felt a pang in his chest, of anxiety. Had he made the right decision? To give everything up and go all the way to California to try and see if they could be a music group? A success? But he also couldn’t sit back and have his best friend be berated and told that he had ‘no talent’ when James had all the talent in the world and then some. “I want to play center for the Wild.” He shrugged. “Or the Maple Leafs.”

“Dreaming big.”

“Yeah. But I couldn’t take this opportunity away from James. He’s my best bud, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. There’s always time for hockey, there’s always an off-season.”

“Whatever you say, Hockey-Head,” Riley quipped. She pushed herself away from the rack of clothes and smiled demurely. “I think Gustavo and Griffin may regret hiring with you lot. But, you plan on sticking around, yeah?”

“As far as this takes us.”

She folded her arms. “Ace!” Her eyes dipped over him and for a moment, he felt like he was being X-Rayed. Her smirk-smile widened. “I think this’ll be fun.”

Kendall found himself smiling back.

[tinseltowns]

name :  julia sayre-sullivan gender & pronouns :  cis woman, she/her age & date of birth :  forty-three,  born  on  october 10th, 1979  zodiac :  libra  sun,  cancer  moon,  leo  rising,  libra  venus. occupation :  actress. sexuality  :  pansexual. parents :  charlotte  sayre  and  albie  sullivan husband  :  daniel riley other  relatives  :  screen  legends  odette  hughes  and  jack  sayre,  director  john  sayre,  actress  kitty  sayre,  jazz  musician  artie  sullivan faceclaim :  jessica chastain

the  story.

             the sayre family legacy stretches back to the early days of hollywood, when odette hughes was a darling of the silver screen during the silent era who would up marrying director john sayre; their son, jack sayre, would dominate hollywood throughout the 1930s and 40s as an impassioned filmmaker and sometimes-rival of orson welles, and his youngest daughter, katherine ‘kitty’ sayre, would carry the legacy as the ultimate fiery onscreen seductress throughout the 1950s and early 1960s with her flaming red hair and beguiling charm — kitty took a step back from her career in 1963 when her daughter charlotte was born, and at age 18, the spirited charlotte wound up eloping with albie sullivan, the son of famed jazz musician artie sullivan, in a laughable union that was short-lived and resulted in one saving grace: the birth of julia sayre-sullivan. 

             charlotte had taken impish delight in revolting against expectations by sidestepping the actress route and finding much better success as a screenwriter, and after the tempestuous upbringing she had endured in the sayre family, always encouraged julia to develop an identity outside of rigorous legacy. charlotte and albie had divorced just as quickly as they married, but remained close friends and cultivated a creative, loving household for young julia. the vibrant little girl cycled through countless fanciful dreams in her youth — at seven, she wanted to be a ballerina; at nine, she wanted to be a veterinarian; at twelve, she considered painting. but an adolescence spent on film sets and surrounded by industry giants had guided julia to the inevitable: she wanted to act. 

             thankfully for julia, she was not only remarkably talented in her own right, but had some of the greatest living actors in the business as her mentors. kitty sayre remained an unyielding beauty as the years progressed, and she had encouraged julia to always keep her heart open to any opportunity that floated her way. charlotte had impressed upon her daughter a fervent sense of independence and a wry, observant nature. and even albie, now married to his new partner david, would teach his daughter to never lose her sense of curiosity in the world. while julia understood the immense luxury she had been given as an offspring of the sayre family, but she took great care to ensure that her career would never be a frivolous one.

               that would remain true for julia’s career, yes, but her personal life had never truly felt like her own — she partied as a teenager and in her early twenties, though she never allowed it to affect her professional pursuits. she also married for the first time at twenty-five to a producer ten years her senior, but much like the union between her own parents, this marriage would disappear in the blink of an eye. she got married again four years later to a baseball player, divorced one year later, and married again by thirty-three to an entertainment lawyer… that she had met via her last split. that marriage fell through swiftly, and then there was the drunken vegas elopement between julia and her longtime friend that was quickly annulled — if you ask julia herself, that one doesn’t count. 

             her most recent husband, daniel riley, also proved to have the most maddening, indelible effect on her. they had met when she was cast in his project kenmare, though julia’s mother had been quite taken with daniel after a writers on writers panel and had slyly been plotting to get them together. though julia had sworn off marriage, daniel was different — a funny, handsome, salt-of-the-earth irishman who seemed untouched by glitz and glamor of the industry. their connection blossomed during filming, and by the time they had wrapped in late 2016, it was an open secret on set that the two had fallen for each other. awards season rolled out in early 2017, earning nominations and accolades for daniel and julia. the smitten redhead slipped and offered a long, loving thank you to daniel in her awards speech, sending the rumor mill abuzz until photos of their wedding surfaced to the press and soon, confirmation came by way of publicly referring to each other as husband and wife in assorted interviews. it was, in fact, the most grounded, sincere, loving connection that julia had ever experienced - which, of course, perpetually left her on edge. why wasn’t he like the others? when was the other shoe going to drop? 

           five years of marriage, her longest yet, and julia was finally allowing herself to sink into the belief that this could very well be the one. she was even considering formally changing her name to julia riley, much to her publicist’s chagrin, until there was a sudden, disappointing shift. daniel got wrapped up in his work, julia got pulled into filming, and suddenly, their date nights went ignored, comfortable nights together became scarce, and julia, so terrified of allowing her heart to be broken, began to distance herself. she had been in this position before, sure, but not with somebody she had actually felt wholly and deeply in love with. the notion that daniel could leave her like the others stirred a chilling fear in the actress. he felt so far away, and if she allowed herself to acknowledge just how badly it would pain her to lose him, she’d crumble immediately. so after months of unease and discontent, she went abroad to film. a few weeks after that, she served divorce papers. maybe she hoped he’d come and change her mind. maybe she just wanted a response. 

           throughout those years, though, she’s earned several oscar nominations and won two, along with a tony award and a BAFTA and a few golden globes she’s tucked away in a closet. her career has been illustrious, though she’s felt stuck over the last few years. unfortunately for her agent, julia refuses to fall victim to hollywood’s refusal to allow older actresses their time to shine and has recently taken an interest in producing films that don’t pigeon-hole any actress over thirty-five. 

        she’s currently back in hollywood after almost a year in rome, where she had disappeared to recoup and re-evaluate her goals after filming. she’s also trying to get her divorce finalized, while balancing the impulsive mistake of a recent engagement that’s felt ill-fated from the start, while focusing more on developing her own production company as julia continues to cement herself as an indelible hollywood icon.

personality.

           julia inherited her grandmother’s sultry charm and her mother’s wry sense of humor — she’s almost brutally self aware of her position in the world, but she’s always surrounded herself with friends and loved ones to keep her grounded. despite being on her fifth marriage, she’s an unabashed romantic, though her affections can be fleeting. she’s a jovial friend, always happy to host dinner parties and plan surprises for her loved ones. she doesn’t necessarily allow too many people to get very close, but the ones who do manage to sink themselves into her heart are cherished early.

tl;dr -

julia sayre-sullivan is the product of an acting dynasty that stretches back into the silent era of hollywood. she’s an oscar-winning actress on her fifth marriage that is working feverishly to overcome the industry’s tendency to discard any actress over thirty-five. charming, gregarious, and passionate, she’s your favorite glamorous auntie who showers you with love, presents, and first class tickets. wry, alluring, mischevious, and engaging. big katharine hepburn energy.

noted filmography

rose in titanic (1997), penny lane in almost famous (2001), andie in how to lose a guy in 10 days (2003), katharine hepburn in the aviator (2004), clementine in eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (2004), carol in carol (2014), sally bowles in cabaret on london’s west end, eve in kenmare (2017),

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MUSE LIST - UNTIL DAWN

Christopher “Chris” Hartley - Bisexual Biromantic, Ambigamous Cis Male - 21 - FC: Noah Fleiss/Game Model

Name: Christopher Sean Hartley

Nicknames: Chris, Cochise (Josh Only)

Faceclaim: Noah Fleiss/Game Model

Age: 21

Height: 5′11″

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Bisexual Biromantic, Ambigamous

Species: Human

Werepire AU Species: Human

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Occupation: Monster Hunter, Tech Guru; App Designer in Free Time

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After the second year at Blackwood Pines, Chris did his best to try and keep busy. However, hearing that Josh might be alive spurred him into trying to be brave enough to go back to the mountain to save him. While he has tried working out, he can’t quite keep up with some of his more athletic friends. This doesn’t stop him, necessarily, but he does get discouraged on occasion when he can’t keep up. The injury he sustained while being chased by the Wendigos ended up being exacerbated by his continued use of his leg, resulting in a permanent limp and an occasional need for a cane. If Mike needs technical help, Chris is easy to get a hold of and is willing to help most of the time.

Jessica “Jess” Riley - Bisexual Biromantic, Monogamous Cis Female - 21 - FC: Meaghan Martin/Game Model

Name: Jessica Annalise Riley

Nicknames: Jess

Faceclaim: Meaghan Martin/Game Model

Age: 21

Height: 5′5″

Gender: Cis Female

Sexuality: Bisexual Biromantic, Monogamous (VERSE DEPENDENT Ambigamous)

Species: Human

Werepire AU Species: Human

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Green

Occupation: Customer Service Operator For Nordstrom

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Jessica became quiet and withdrawn after what happened to her, though perhaps more confrontational. Even she has a hard time figuring out her emotions anymore, but she knows that she’s hurting. Above all, she trusts Mike, and dislikes being separated from him or someone else she knows and trusts. She is closer with Matt, Mike, and Sam than the rest of the group. Being in openly wooded areas scares her, and she is quick to cry when overwhelmed. She has intense body dysmorphia and is most commonly seen wearing an oversized shirt of Mike’s, the green coat she was rescued wearing, and pajama pants that cover her feet/shoes. Jess and Mike are in an open relationship on his side, and she is happy in knowing that Mike is only romantically interested in her and Josh. He refuses to push her boundaries on it, and she appreciates it immensely. They do a lot of cuddling and physical touch, and neither enjoy being out of each other’s sight.

Matthew “Matt” Taylor - Bisexual Biromantic (Female Lean), Polygamous Cis Male - 21 - FC: Jordan Fisher/Game Model

Name: Matthew Blake Taylor

Nicknames: Matt

Faceclaim: Jordan Fisher/Game Model

Age: 21

Height: 5′10″

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Bisexual Biromantic, Polygamous (Female Lean)

Species: Human

Werepire AU Species: Vampire

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Occupation: College Student, Linebacker for the Alberta Golden Bears

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Diving into football and not looking back, Matt didn’t want to return to the mountain, he didn’t even want to think about it. However, he still does when he’s having quiet times alone, so he does his best not to have any time to himself if he’s worried about the intrusive thoughts. Despite his better judgement, he has kept in touch with Mike and has found himself offering aid when necessary for the other’s monster hunting endeavors. Due to the nature of most of his trauma, he has a fear of the dark and must sleep with at least a nightlight. He keeps a knife under his pillow when he sleeps, even if he doesn’t know if it would actually protect him.

Michael “Mike” Munroe - Pansexual Grey Aromantic, Polygamous Transmale - 21 - FC: Brett Dalton/Game Model

Name: Michael David Monroe

Nicknames: Mike, Class Prez, Darling (Emily Exclusive)

Faceclaim: Brett Dalton/Game Model

Age: 21

Height: 5′8″

Gender: Transmale

Sexuality: Pansexual Grey Aromantic, Polygamous

Species: Human

Werepire AU Species: Werewolf

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Occupation: Monster Hunter; Wild Animal (Wolf) Rehabilitator

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After returning from the mountain, all Mike could think about was how he’d left Wolfie (and Josh) there alone. He went back to find them him, hoping to save him and also do something about the Wendigo problem. He became a monster hunter so that people wouldn’t have to suffer like he and his friends did. With Duke (his wolfdog) and Wolfie on his side, he travels North America in hopes of weeding out monsters that can and will hurt people.

He is reckless and often puts himself in mortal danger for the good of others. Mike and Jess are in an open relationship on his side, and she is happy in knowing that Mike is only romantically interested in her and Josh. Mike struggles with romantic attraction to most people, but he has a high libido and struggles more with denying it. He refuses to push her boundaries on it, and she appreciates it immensely. They do a lot of cuddling and physical touch, and neither enjoy being out of each other’s sight. When Mike returned to the mountain, he brought his wolfdog Duke with him. He has had Duke (and an exotic animal license) since he turned 17.

[foreverwayward]

Supernatural: The Series Rewrite

S.1. Ch.2. “Bloody Mary”

Series summary: As Sam and Dean begin the search for their father, a chance encounter with another hunter will change the roads ahead. Riley Munroe is a hunter, raised by her father after her mother tragically died when she was an infant. Brought together by loss, grief, and the family business, Sam, Dean, and Riley join forces. They’ll find that their stories are intertwined and lean on each other as they search for answers and to avenge those they’ve lost. They’ll face evil, darkness, and Hell itself…as a family.

*NEW SERIES*

SERIES MASTERLIST

Word Count: 9k

Content Warning: language and violence

DISCLAIMER: any words or phrases in bold in the story are not my own and are credited to the writers of Supernatural.

**GIFS AND IMAGES ARE NOT MY OWN*

It had been about two months since Riley, Sam, and Dean had left Lawrence together. The trio had already handled three cases; a Wendigo, the ghost of a vengeful spirit, and a demon that was hell-bent on crashing planes full of innocent passengers.

Riley still had a small cut on her forehead from taking a hit during the insane turbulence aboard the flight.

Needless to say, the hunters had kept plenty busy.

Riley was sound asleep in the back of the car and Sam was in his own dreamland in the front seat, leaving Dean to drive.

------

As Sam opened his eyes, Jess laid sprawled out on the ceiling, her stomach slashed open. Her dead eyes stared back at him and he gasped in horror.

Jess’ terrified voice rang out. 

“Sam!”

Sam shot out of his deep slumber, trembling and practically gasping for air. Nightmares and constant memories of Jessica’s final moments and the horrors of watching her unspeakable death were strangling the life from him. Her soft voice in his dreams still echoed like the firing of a gun.

It woke Riley and she looked at Sam. “Hey, you okay?"

“Yeah...bad dream I guess.” He tried to compose himself.

Dean glanced at Sam. “You’ve been having a lot of those lately.”

“I get ‘em too, Sam.” Riley pulled her hair into a bun and out of her face. “Yet another hazard of the job, I guess.”

She let out a nearly inaudible gasp as a tidal wave of emotions came over her, nearly knocking her back. Riley had no idea what was happening or how she was being consumed by emotions that didn’t even feel like her own. She was engulfed in such profound heartbreak that it felt as though something was tearing into her chest. It took all she had to not break down and sob from the pain.

A tear fell from her eye and Riley quickly wiped it away, hoping Sam and Dean didn’t see. Overwhelmed with emotions she couldn’t understand, she tried to breathe through it, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

“I miss her so much. It's all my fault...”

She had watched Sam’s face and his lips had never moved.

“This can’t be happening,” Riley thought to herself.

These moments had been happening more and more frequently since that day with Deb in the diner. Possibly hearing the thoughts of others and sharing their emotional experiences sounded like something Riley should keep to herself.

“...am I going crazy?”

Dean finally decided to speak up. “Ya know, I was gonna bring that up. You both have got to try to relax.” He had heard Riley cry in her sleep even in the next room more times than he cared to recall. Not wanting to embarrass her though, Dean kept it to himself.

He tried to focus on the road ahead. Dean couldn’t stop constantly worrying about them both, no matter how hard he tried not to, while Sam anxiously chewed on a toothpick from their previous stop.

As they pulled into an old fill-up station on the highway, Baby’s engine purred softly before coming to a stop in front of a gas pump.

“I’ll grab the snacks,” Sam said as he hopped out of the car and headed to the small convenience shop. His hands were in his pockets with his head hung low.

Riley knew where Sam’s head was at. She and Sam had become close in such a short amount of time and had shared countless stories. In their second week, after a few too many beers, Sam opened up to her about Jessica and what had happened that awful night. Even drunk, it seemed as though Sam was breaking all over again when telling Riley exactly how he had lost the love of his life.

Riley laid her arms across the top of the front seat and rested her head on them. “Dean, I’m worried about him.”

Dean sighed while watching his little brother through the store windows. “I know. I just don’t know how to help him, ya know?”

“I don’t think you can.”

Dean turned his head towards her and a look of empathy and understanding was staring back at him. Looking into her eyes was like watching the ocean, tranquil and inviting. His heart ached a little less from that one look alone.

“I know,” Dean nodded, trying to make peace with the fact that he couldn’t fix Sam’s pain.

“You’re a good brother, Dean.”

Disagreeing but not knowing how to respond, Dean simply nodded his head in thought.

“I’ll be right back.” Riley got out and jogged over to the restroom.

Dean never took his eyes off her just as he always did, soaking in every movement she made.

He got out and paid at the pump with a fake credit card under the name ‘Mark Smith’. The mid-December wind held winter in the air as a cool breeze blew against him. Dean shivered briefly and he popped up his jacket collar, nuzzling into it.

As he began to fuel up, Sam came back, a bag of snacks and drinks in hand.

Sam threw the plastic bag on the front seat and leaned up against the car.

Opening his new water, he looked at his brother. Sam’s eyes then followed Dean’s gaze that sat on the bathroom door. “So, what’s going on with you guys?” Sam knew there was no easing into those questions.

“Nothing’s going on,” Dean told him as he tucked his hands into his jacket pockets.

Sam scoffed. “Nothing? C’mon, Dean. You’re so into her it’s sometimes painful to watch,” he chuckled. When Dean didn’t respond, he went on. “So…are you going to do something about it?”

“Do what, exactly?” Dean asked as he turned in his direction, somewhat annoyed. “It’s not as simple as you think it is.”

“Simple? Dean, nothing in our lives is ever simple.”

Dean gave an agreeing look. “True.” He looked over again to where Riley had gone to make sure she wasn’t coming back yet before he spoke. “You were right, Sam. We gotta focus on Yellow-Eyes and finding Dad,” Dean said as he returned the pump and closed the gas tank cover.

“Okay,” Sam conceded. His attention shifted as he saw Riley head towards them. “But for the record, she’s crazy about you too--you both are too obvious,” he added, laughing to himself.

Dean couldn’t help but hope that Sam was right. No matter how much Dean tried to not have feelings for Riley, he seemed to be failing at his attempts to do so every day. Whether by choice or to his dismay, nothing had ever happened between him and Riley. Though, to be fair, neither had even tried to make a move on the other since they had left Lawrence.

Sam patted Dean on the shoulder with a smirk before getting back in the car. Once back in his seat, he sighed. He had never seen Dean bond with someone the way he had been with Riley, or even look at anyone the way he looked at her. The playboy Sam knew was falling for Riley, and hard. Sam could read it on Dean’s face.

Sadness swept back through him again. Something was growing between Dean and Riley and it reminded him of how he and Jess had started. His mind drifted off, willing to give anything to hold her one more time, to tell her how much he loved her.

As the others got back in the car, Sam decided to focus on work to keep himself from slowly losing himself in his grief.

“Alright, so we got a case. Toledo, Ohio. A daughter finds her father dead on the floor of the bathroom, covered in blood that had all drained from his eyes. And get this, they were almost completely liquidated.”

Dean made a face of utter disgust. “Well, that’s lovely. No sign of a struggle?”

“Nope. And no evidence whatsoever. No fingerprints, DNA, witnesses...nothing.”

“Well, it sounds like we’re going to Toledo,” Riley added.

The engine revved and Riley reached over the seat to grab a bag of chips out of the snack bag as they drove out of the station.

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Riley, Sam, and Dean walked into the Toledo coroner's office. Dean tried to muster up a good excuse for the coroner’s assistant to let them see the body, but after they failed to get by while claiming they were med students, Sam decided to butt in. He handed the guy $100 and the assistant conceded, nodding towards the door for them to follow him in.

“Dude. I earned that money,” Dean barked under his breath.

Sam scoffed, “...at a poker game.”

“Uh...yeah!”

Riley stifled a laugh and patted Dean’s shoulder, somewhat condescendingly. “Aw, I’ll help you earn it back. I mean, let’s be honest, I’m probably better than you at pool anyways.”

He looked down at her and playfully mocked her words.

The room was cold and medical, it reeked of death. No matter how many years on the job, it’s never a smell that doesn’t still shock the senses. A harsh fluorescent light hung above them. Even covered in bright light, the room still sent a chill of unease up their spine.

The assistant examined the labels on the many drawers on the wall and pulled the handle of one out toward him. A metal clunk came from the drawer as it extended out towards them.

All three gathered around the slab as the assistant pulled back the sheet. Mr. Shoemaker’s hollowed-out, melted eyes seemed to almost stare back at them.

The medical assistant read over the coroner’s report. “Uh--Mr. Shoemaker--official cause of death was an aneurysm. Doc thinks it may have been a stroke.”

“Really?” Dean asked in disbelief. “You ever seen a stroke that made somebody’s eyes explode?” He looked down at the body searching for clues.

“We’re gonna need to see the police report.” Riley leaned in as well to get a look for herself, feeding her morbid curiosity.

The assistant shook his head. “I’m not supposed to show you that.”

Riley looked up at him and bat her lashes. “You know,” she said slowly walking towards him, her voice in a sexy coo. “It would mean a lot to me if you could help us out. We have a paper due next week and it’s half our grade. I can’t afford to not pass this class. Could you just show it to us for just a couple minutes? It would mean so much to me. Please?” She placed a hand gently on his arm and he swallowed hard.

“I--I guess it would be okay for just a few minutes.”

“I seriously can’t thank you enough.” Riley smiled as she slid her hand softly down his arm, slowly pulling away.

The assistant walked away with a ridiculous grin, stumbling as he went.

“See boys? Just gotta know how to ask nicely.” Riley winked to add to her saucy response before returning her focus to examining the body.

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Mr. Shoemaker’s funeral had brought countless people to his home. The Shoemaker house was filled with mourning friends and family. It was warm and inviting even with the sorrow that filled every room. Everyone was dressed in black evening wear as they made sad conversation.

Dean looked to his partners. “I think we’re a little underdressed.”

Walking respectfully through the family room, they found their way to the backyard. Mr. Shoemaker’s teenage daughter was sitting on a wooden bench that rested on the edge of the grass on the stone patio.

She was crying, her friends trying to console her. She had short brown hair that flipped up at the bottom and was in a black dress that stopped at her knees.

As they walked closer, Riley began to feel the emotions and hurt that radiated from the young girl. Again, she tried to ignore whatever was coming over her and attempted to shrug it off.

“Hi, I’m Sam. This is my brother Dean and our friend, Riley. We’re sorry to hear about your dad. We knew him through work.”

“We’re so sorry to bother you,” Riley added. “We heard it was a stroke. Did your dad ever talk about having any symptoms? Headaches or anything like that?”

“No--never. Dad was always really healthy. I just don’t understand.” Mr. Shoemaker’s eldest daughter, Donna, muffled her cries.

She wiped her face with the bundled Kleenex in her hand.

“It was Bloody Mary,” a small voice to the side said. The youngest Shoemaker, Lily, was no more than nine years old. She had long, dark blonde hair that fell over her shoulders, tied half up in a bow. “Before he died, I said ‘Bloody Mary’ three times. It’s my fault--she takes your eyes. That’s what she did to my dad.” Tears welled up in her eyes, matching her sad and reddened face.

The hunters looked at each other curiously.

Dean knelt next to Lily. “Hey. It wasn’t your fault, okay? Bad things just happen sometimes. You can’t blame yourself when you’ve done nothing wrong.”

She looked at him and slowly nodded her head, trying to believe the words of the kind stranger.

Riley watched as Dean consoled the little girl. She could feel his sincerity with Lily. After practically raising Sam himself, Dean was great with kids.

Before he stood, Dean took her hand and cupped it in his, giving her a little smile.

“Thank you for your time. Again, I’m so sorry for your loss.” Sam looked to the others and they walked back into the house.

Sneaking up the stairs, they found the hallway bathroom that had become a grisly crime scene only days before.

Upon opening the door, they saw bloodstains spread all over the floor. Even after a thorough cleaning, the tile grout remained stained by the blood of Mr. Shoemaker. The crimson color reflected the horrors that would forever haunt that small space.

“I don’t get it,” Riley said, walking towards the mirror. “Everyone plays ‘Bloody Mary’. Nothing ever happens. Why now?”

Dean crouched to the floor to get a better look at the blood splatter patterns. “I don’t know. Maybe everywhere else it’s just a story. Maybe here, it’s actually real. The legend may have started here.”

“But it just doesn’t add up.” Sam took a closer look at the mirror, only to find nothing of note, and closed it again. 

“Bloody Mary only goes after the ones that summon her. Legend goes, you say her name three times and she scratches your eyes out.”

“Yeah,” Dean agreed. “Except this time, someone else says it and it’s Shoemaker who takes the hit. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror.”  

“Well, looks like it’s time to find proof of the legend. Who’s up for a day of research?” Riley gave Dean a look knowing how much he hated it.

His eyes rolled and his head fell back as he groaned.

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Back at the motel, everyone was working through anything they could find. There was little to no information on Bloody Mary or her connection to the town.

Sam worked diligently at his laptop as he sifted through endless websites.

Dean sat in a chair propped up against the window, his boots crossed over each other on the chair in front of him.

He was rubbing his temple trying to be patient with what felt like the millionth book he’d read. “Alright, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof—like a local woman who died nasty.”

Riley was sitting on the floor, papers and books spread around her as she examined everything through fatigued eyes.

She sighed. “Yeah, but this isn’t just a local legend. I mean, you said it yourself, Bloody Mary is played everywhere and there are countless versions of her origin story; one says she’s actually a witch, one says she was a mutilated bride, others say she’s a demon. There’s just too many to pin down.”

“Alright, so what are we supposed to be looking for?”

“Well,” Sam said, getting the others’ attention. “Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary and she always dies right in front of a mirror. Dean, did you get anything going through the records or newspapers at the library?”

“Oh, you mean besides a whole new fuckin’ level of frustration? No. I've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but, uh--no Mary. Basically? We got bupkis.”

Riley gathered her long hair and pulled it to the side over one shoulder. “Well, I didn’t really find any other strange deaths in the area either, so...maybe whatever this is, just isn’t Mary.”

"Great,” Dean added with a tired groan.

It went quiet again as the three resumed their work until Dean’s thoughts began to wander.

“God, I hate this shit. And how the hell am I supposed to focus with her looking like that?”

Riley looked up, thinking she heard Dean speak.

He quickly went back to his book, pretending he hadn’t been staring.

She smiled discreetly, but knowing that he was thinking about her made that discretion incredibly difficult.

Though Riley was becoming more used to hearing occasional thoughts and feelings, that didn’t mean she was ready to tell Sam or Dean about her secret. She had no idea how they would react, let alone how she would even find the words.

The phone rang and Sam got up from his spot on the bed against the headboard to grab it from the small side table. “Hello?” He listened for a few seconds and his face fell as the conversation went on. “Okay, uh--thanks.”

He ended the call and looked over at Riley and Dean.

“...a girl is dead.”

------

Riley stood in the corner of a cheap motel room. The wallpaper was a terrible green patterned print and the bedding looked worn and uninviting. A wooden pillared wall stood between her and the rest of the room.

"Have I been here before?" she thought.

Footsteps from outside grew closer just outside the door and she turned at the sound.

A man walked in the already ajar door, holding a pack of beer and take-out food.

Putting all the contents he was carrying onto the small table by the door as silently as he could, the man peeked in with trepidation before reaching for the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants.

Riley stepped hesitantly toward him with desperate and almost teary eyes. “...Dad?” her voice broke.

Jackson Munroe. He had dark brown hair that he could run his fingers through and soft blue eyes that were utterly hypnotic. He was tall and broad, his tense muscles snug underneath his shirt beneath his canvas jacket.

His eyes moved to the main room and he froze. There was blood painted across the room, some had even splattered onto the mirror hung over the large wooden dresser and across the wall.

Jackson’s heart sank in his chest. “Riley…?” His voice was soft and almost shaking with fear.

It was then that he saw his daughter’s boots on the floor, jutting out from the other side of the bed.

“Riley?!” he cried out with a heartwrenching gasp.

Riley’s face was empty and pale. Her blue eyes were slightly open and seemed to still be looking back at him. Riley’s throat had been slit nearly clean through, leaving her body barely intact.

Seeing the brutality his daughter had endured nearly caused him to vomit and he covered his mouth with a fist as he tried not to heave. His first desperate reaction was wanting to scoop her into his arms, but he knew her mutilated body would break apart if he did.

Jackson sobbed as he fell to his knees, causing her still warm blood to seep through his jeans. He reached out and pushed the blood-soaked hair out of her face. Even in death, she was beautiful.

“Oh, honey. No. Baby girl, no. Come back to me.” He grasped at her hand and leaned into her touch. “Don’t leave me, Riley!”

Jackson’s scream-like sobs filled the room. The sound of his pain was so real, it sounded as though he was dying alongside her.

“Dad!”

Riley shot up out of bed wide awake. Tears were running down her face, sweat covering her back.

She was in her motel room. It was silent and the light from the parking lot only illuminated a small portion of the room.

Riley grabbed her throat and looked down to check her hands for blood.

It was always the same dream and it had been happening ever since she had lost Jackson. No dream had ever been more vivid or real and she feared sleep for that very reason. The monsters in her waking moments never brought her the terror and pain she felt from her father in that dream.

Dean came in from the adjoining room, concern written all over his face. “Hey, you okay?”

She wiped the tears from her face before turning to him and cleared her throat. “Yeah. Damn nightmare again.”

“Okay, well...I’m, uh--I’m right next door if you need anything.” He lingered while turning to leave, wanting to make sure she was alright.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?” he asked, turning back toward her in the doorway.

“Thanks.”

Dean offered her a gentle, tight-lipped smile in response as he returned to his room and closed the door behind him.

Riley sat up against the headboard and sighed. “Get it together,” she muttered to herself.

She thought over all of the secrets she’d been keeping. Riley felt torn between needing to hide the truth while also trying to make peace with all that Jackson had kept from her. Now, she was just as guilty as he was.

Debbie was right, hunters always have their secrets.

Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep after her horrific dream, Riley threw on her jacket before leaving the motel room. She went out into the parking lot and leaned against the Impala’s hood.

Riley looked up at the open sky and took a deep breath as she tried to soak in the fresh, brisk air. As she exhaled, her warm breath fogged in front of her face.

“I’m trying, Dad,” she said into the darkness. Her voice broke as her eyes welled with tears. “I’m trying…”

From one of the motel windows, Dean watched her with a heavy expression. He turned to see Sam practically whimpering in his stress-induced sleep.

Dean had felt responsible for Sam since they were little kids. He believed it was his duty, and his alone, to protect him. Still, Dean knew, he could never take away what Sam had been through.

Now, only a couple of months in, he felt it was his job to keep Riley safe too. The whole world always fell on his shoulders and that fact was something he had accepted 22 years ago as a 4-year-old little boy.

No one else could take care of Sam or Riley or keep them from harm, but Dean would.

------

The next morning, the team went to the house of the newly murdered girl, a teen named Jill. It was a quiet house on a ‘cookie cutter street’. With the funeral happening across town, no one would be home.

One at a time, they gently climbed the trellis against the house with vines growing around it.

Dean was the first onto the roof and pulled open the window on the second floor. He crawled into the dead teen’s bedroom, the other two following after him.

The room looked like any other teenage girl’s. There were posters of boy bands and pictures of Jill and her friends littered across the wall. She had strung lights around the ceiling of the room that softly twinkled.

Dean put their equipment down on the soft, white bed next to the lace pillow covers. He pulled out an EMF detector and went to work, though it was quickly clear it wasn’t finding anything.

Sam grabbed a video camera and switched it to night vision mode while facing Dean.

Dean made a ridiculous seductive expression as he looked over his shoulder. 

Shaking his head, Sam walked into the bathroom.

Riley found nothing out of place as she searched. There was no sign of a struggle.

She picked up a picture from the desk of the girl and her family. Then, like a sudden bolt of lightning, heartbreak struck her in the chest. Riley felt as though she was mourning someone she loved. It was inflicting more pain with every passing second.

Quickly putting the frame back where she found it in hopes of ending whatever odd connection was occurring, Riley went back to studying the room.

“Alright, Mary. How are you choosing your victims?” Sam closed in on the bathroom mirror with the camera. Through the night vision, he could see something dripping out from under the mirror. He put down the camera, grabbed the mirror off the hook on the wall, and brought it to the bed.

Flipping it over and tearing the back cover of the mirror open, Sam asked Dean to hand him the black light from the bag. Names glowed bright enough to read as he ran the light over the ripped backing. Right beside the names was an eerie handprint.

“Gary Bryman and Linda Shoemaker.”

“Wait, Linda Shoemaker? That’s the dead guy’s wife. But I read her obit--she died a while ago.” Riley ran her hand over the names and felt immense fear and darkness consuming her. A horrific, angry, scream echoed in her mind and she instantly yanked away from it, not wanting to feel it a second more.

The brothers watched her jump for no clear reason and gave her a confused look.

“What?” she asked, trying to play it off, before going back into the room to avoid discussing it any further.

------

“Well,” Riley started as she stared at the computer screen, “Gary Bryman was an 8-year-old boy. He died a year ago from a hit-and-run and the driver was never found. But the description of the car matched the one that the dead teenager drove.” She turned to Sam and Dean. “Coincidence? Pfft. Not in this line of work.”

“So, Jill kills a kid, ends up dead herself.” Dean mindlessly cleaned his gun while working through his thoughts out loud. “Okay, so what if Mr. Shoemaker was responsible for his wife’s death? What if it wasn’t an overdose? What if she was poisoned?”

Sam had a realization. “Well, it’s said that mirrors can reflect your soul. They show your secrets and lies--hence, why it’s back luck to break them. What if Mary is punishing those whose secrets revolve around a death?”

The three looked at each other knowing they were on to something.

“Looks like we might finally have something to go on,” Dean added as motioned for Riley to let him use the computer.

Once she handed it over to him, she stood and stretched. “Well, on that note, I’m gonna hit the shower. Though, I can’t promise there will be any hot water left for either of you when I’m done.”

The door closed and a few seconds later, the shower was on.

Knowing that she couldn’t hear them, Dean turned to Sam. “Sammy, I’m worried about you--about you and Riley.”

“I’m fine, Dean,” Sam told him.

“Bullshit.” His voice was calm but firm. “You think I don’t know when you’re going through it?” Dean sighed. “Look, I know you miss Jessica…”

Unable to let the conversation go on, Sam interrupted, “Dean, just…please. I can’t, okay?” Wanting to do anything he could to escape the topic, Sam looked over to see the laptop screen while Dean scrolled. “Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search for Mary?”

“Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database--at this point, any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me.”

“But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town.”

“Well, we’ve checked every local source possible and I got diddly squat. So, unless you got a better idea--”

“I think we’re onto something with the mirror lore. I just can’t quite place it. I mean, there seems to be a pattern, right? Mr. Shoemaker and Jill’s hit-and-run made good targets because they had secrets where people died, and then Mary came to punish them for it. ...whether they were the one who summoned her or not.”

“Hold on.” Dean stopped scrolling and pointed to an image. “Take a look at this.” The picture was a crime scene photo of a young woman lying dead in front of a mirror, drenched in a puddle of blood. On the glass of the mirror was a clear impression of a hand. “Look familiar?”

“The handprint.”

“Her name was Mary Worthington--an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana.”

The door to the bathroom opened and Riley peeked out from behind it, her hair still soaked. “Alright, which one of you jerks took the last towel?”

------

Later that night, Sam refused to sleep as his mind raced with haunting memories.

Dean was awake as well, his hands cradling the back of his head as he stared at the ceiling. He suddenly heard a soft melody begin to come from the connecting room and looked over to Sam who either didn't notice or didn't care. Sam looked broken, swallowed by his shame.

Throwing the blankets off and moving his legs over the side of the bed, Dean stood to walk towards the sound. The door was cracked open as he peered in. He pushed it further as the dim light from the room spread over his face.

Riley was sitting faced away from him on her bed, crossed-legged as always. Her guitar rested on her knee, the neck of it was in her left hand. She was in a hoodie with her long hair falling over her back.

She strummed to a beautiful acoustic rendition of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Simple Man’, as she sang along to it in perfect harmony.

Dean was in a trance. He usually hated covers of his favorite bands but hung on her every note and pick of the guitar. It was gentle and soothing as he melted into the tune. A feeling of calm came over him and he took a clean breath.

Somehow, Dean felt as though Riley always seemed to look even more stunning than the day before.

“She’s perfect.”

Riley stopped and turned to face Dean after hearing his thoughts. It had become something that no longer surprised her the way it had before.  

Dean immediately froze in embarrassment thinking he had made a noise to give himself away.

She smiled at him and patted the spot on the bed next to her.

As Dean sat down, Sam’s snores could lightly be heard from the other room. They quietly laughed and Dean shook his head.

“So, you were spying on me, huh?” Riley asked with a brow raised, trying to mess with him.

“Oh, you didn’t know by now? I’m a total creep.”

She let out a breathy laugh. “Should have known.”

“Not gonna lie, that cover was awesome, Riley. You did Skynyrd proud.”

She blushed. “Nah, still a work in progress.”

“You know, you don’t give yourself enough credit. I’m starting to wonder if there’s anything you can’t do.”

Riley turned and stood the guitar on the base of its body, leaning it against the side table. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Nah...I was already awake.” Dean took his time going to sit beside her. From the day they met, she never ceased to make his heart race.

There was always a noticeable tension when they were alone together, though neither spoke of it. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, just a reminder that Riley and Dean felt something for each other that neither knew how to explain.

Dean cleared his throat as if anxiously trying to break the silence. "So..." he started.

"So..." she echoed.

"Do you ever sleep?"

She chuckled softly. "From time to time."

Moving her hair off her shoulder and onto her back with a gentle touch, he said, "wouldn't hurt to try and get some rest."

Riley tried to hide the gulp that she felt in her throat. Every time Dean touched her, she felt herself on fire.

"If only she knew what she did to me..." he thought.

She turned to him in response with a small smirk.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Nothing." Riley wanted to tell Dean how she felt about him, about the secrets she had been carrying. But as she looked at him, her smile faded as fear grew inside her, not knowing how Dean would react if he knew all she was going through. Riley believed that the truth would ruin everything and she would lose Sam and Dean.

"You know," Dean started. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on."

"You can't help me..." she thought to herself. Riley forced a small smile. "I'm okay. I'm just exhausted. Maybe you're right, maybe I should try to get some sleep."

Dean knew she was keeping something from him but wouldn't push it.

The two stood up from the bed side by side and let out tired sighs. They looked at each other briefly before they both came together for a gentle embrace.

Riley closed her eyes and inhaled the smell of leather and mint gum. It soothed her, grounding her back into reality.

Not wanting to let her go, but not wanting to get too close, Dean kissed the top of her head. "Get some sleep," he told her.

It felt as though their hands lingered on each other as he turned to head for the door.

"Goodnight, Dean."

"G'night, sweetheart." Dean then closed the door behind him and reluctantly returned to his bed.

------

Inside the police station of Fort Wayne, Sam, Dean, and Riley were able to get the Sergeant to speak with them. They inquired about Mary Worthington and the Sheriff was taken aback.

"Mary Worthington. Yeah, that was a rough one. I still lose sleep knowing we never got the guy. Poor woman’s eyes had been cut out, almost surgically. I always thought it was a guy named Trevor Sampson--a doctor. She was having an affair with him and was going to reveal their secret to his wife. I think he killed her to stop that from happening. But, uh--he’s dead now.”

“Where is Mary buried, Sergeant?” Riley asked.

“She wasn’t. She was cremated.”

Sam stepped towards the desk. “What about the mirror? Was that possibly kept for evidence or something?”

“No. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago.”

“Do you happen to have the names of her family by chance?”

------

Back on the road as they headed back to Toledo, Baby drove the hunters through the dark night. Rain was falling in buckets and pounded on the Impala’s roof. The sound of splashing water tapped loudly on the windows.

Sam was on the phone hoping for some new information while Riley and Dean waited quietly.

“Oh, really? Ah, that's too bad Mr. Worthington,” he told the person on the other line. “I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well maybe next time. Alright, thanks.” As Sam hung up, he turned to the others. “So, that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it one week ago to a store called Estate Antiques--a store in Toledo.”

Riley nodded through her thoughts. “So, basically, wherever the mirror goes, Mary is its constant hitchhiker.”

“Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow.”

“Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?” Dean asked, his eyes still on the road.

“Yeah, there is. Yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped.”

“So, Mary dies in front of a mirror and it draws in her spirit.”

“Okay, I’m with you so far,” Riley interjected. “But she’s moving through random mirrors at this point. How?”

“I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it,” Dean answered.

Fiddling with the phone in his hand, Sam finally said what was on his mind. “You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror.”

“Why, what do you mean?”

“Well, Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean, she moves around from mirror to mirror so, who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So, maybe we should try to pin her down, you know--summon her to her mirror and then smash it.”

“Okay, so who’s gonna summon her?” Riley asked as she leaned onto the front seat from behind the brothers.

“I will,” Sam said plainly. “She'll come after me.”

“You know what, that's it.” Fed up with his brother’s way of thinking, Dean pulled the car over with a screech. He killed the engine and turned to Sam with a frustrated look on his face. 

“This is about Jessica, isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret--that you killed her somehow?” 

Sam remained quiet, his eyes never looking back at Dean while Riley sat back again to give them space.

“Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night--it's gonna fucking kill you. Now, listen to me, it wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the fucker that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean, I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place.”

“I don't blame you.”

“Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done.”

“I could've warned her.”

“About what?” Dean asked, desperately trying to get through to Sam. “You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret. I mean, Riley and I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway.”

The car fell silent before Sam uttered, “no...you don't.”

“Don't what?”

Riley couldn’t help herself as she chimed back in with a soft-spoken voice. “Sam...is there more we don’t know?”

Finally lifting his gaze, Sam turned to his partners with a pained expression. “Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?”

Dean shook his head adamantly. “No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it.”

“Dean, people are going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that? Now, we're doing this.” Heartfelt and full of certainty, Sam told him, “you've got to let me do this.”

Both Riley and Dean looked at each other, fearing the worst.

------

It was close to midnight. All the shops had already closed and the streets were empty. The rain had calmed and left a soft drizzle in the wintery air.

Parking the Impala a block or so away, in a nearby alley, Riley, Sam, and Dean snuck up to the antique store.

The street lights were dim and it seemed as though the bulbs were on their last legs. Dean took a moment to appreciate the city’s lack of care to fix things, as it worked in their favor.

Riley put her cupped hands to the glass of the antique shop in an attempt to see inside, her black hoodie under her jacket caved over her face. It was too dark in the shop to see much of anything.

Sam knelt at the door and picked the lock while Dean kept a lookout. The door opened and they went inside, making sure to be quiet when shutting the door behind them.

The three hunters turned on their flashlights and looked around the shop.

The entire place was covered in countless mirrors; their search was not going to be an easy one.

“Well...that's just great,” said Dean in sarcasm as he looked around.

They studied the printed picture of the mirror from Mary’s crime scene photos. It was large, surrounded by a flourished frame in a darkened and faded brassy color.

They all split up to cover more ground. Dean stayed at the front of the shop, Riley went to the back, and Sam ventured into the storage area.

As Sam walked into the darkness, he pushed a hanging plastic barrier out of his way. He shined his flashlight to check each mirror, waiting for a flicker of movement. The light bounced back and forth as it danced in the reflections of the many mirrors. He had almost given up on finding it, when finally, Sam turned and saw Mary’s mirror. An unsettling feeling radiated from it and Sam knew.

“I found it!”

Lights from a patrol car shined into the shop and Dean stopped to look outside.

Riley hurried back to the front after hearing the approaching car as well. “Cops.”

“Yeah. Shit. We must have tripped the alarm coming in. I’ll go handle it.” Dean told Riley before he turned off his light and walked towards the entrance.

Opening the door, Dean stepped out to see a law enforcement officer get out of his car. “Hello, officer. Sorry, I’m the owner’s son. I came in to do some late work and I must have tripped the alarm.”

“You’re Mr. Yamashiro’s kid?” the officer asked accusingly.

Not knowing how he was going to get out of the situation, Dean gave a look of ‘I’m sorry, what?’

Realizing he was being played, the cop put one hand on the cuffs that sat on his belt. “Alright, you’re gonna have to come with me.” He then went to take Dean’s wrist.

“Man, I didn’t wanna have to do this.” Dean turned and punched the man square in the face, sending him to the concrete, unconscious. He shook his fist lightly, recovering from the impact. “Sorry, buddy."

Back inside, Riley saw Sam staring into the mirror and slowly made her way to his side. He took a deep breath, looked into his reflection, and spoke. “Bloody Mary...Bloody Mary…” He hesitated. “Bloody Mary.”

Ready with crowbars in their hands, the two waited for Mary to appear.

“I don’t like this, Sam. Swing at anything that moves.”

They were both on edge, their hearts racing. Sam stared down at the mirror and Riley scanned over them all. She could feel the rage that reached out from the original mirror. It scared her in a way she’d never experienced before. The energy was strong and ran through her like a current. The spirit was twisted and evil after her incredible suffering; it made Riley sick to her stomach.

Eerie whispers swirled around them in the darkness, bringing the two into a state of fight or flight. The surrounding mirrors had their eyes on the hunters, with Bloody Mary watching from behind the glass.

That blood-curdling scream Riley had heard in the teenager’s room rang again in her head. The wrath in that shriek made her tremble. “Sam,” Riley said with worry. “Sam, she’s here.”

Suddenly, Sam’s reflection changed. It was him, but it wasn’t. A maniacal grin grew on the reflection’s face and a voice that only Sam could hear slithered out at him.

“It’s all your fault. You killed Jessica. You’re why she’s dead.”

Sam watched the reflection as it spoke to him, breaking his heart with every word.

Riley could feel his pain and she clutched at her chest.

“You had dreams of it happening for days before her death. You said nothing. You killed her.”

“I know. It’s my fault," he thought. Sam’s eyes began to drip with blood and dark veins were protruding from his face. It felt as though his insides were being slashed apart. He fell to his knees groaning in agony. “I deserve this.”

“Sam, no!” Riley rushed to the different mirrors where Mary’s haunting reflection bounced across the room. She smashed every one of them with all her might.

The spirit finally appeared in the original mirror and Riley ran to break it, sending shards of glass everywhere. She covered her face and when the glass fell, Riley ran to Sam’s side as Dean rushed back in.

“Sammy! Are you okay?” Dean slid into his little brother, his eyes scanning him for more injuries.

“It’s Sam,” he said, correcting his brother’s nickname for him with a faint voice.

As Riley and Dean helped to pull him up off the ground, a snarling sound came from in front of them. Riley picked up her flashlight and aimed it at the broken mirror just as a dead hand darted out from the frame.

Slowly, something began to crawl out of the broken mirror. Its skin looked putrid and decayed and its hair was long and black, draped over her face. She was twitching violently with every move and began to crawl towards them, her tattered and dirty white nightgown dragging with her. The creature moved faster and faster in their direction as her anger grew.

Blood began to drip from all three of the hunters’ eyes and pain beyond words strangled them from the inside. They fell to the floor groaning and straining with weak, muffled cries.

The evil creature stopped in front of them as she waited to watch them die.

With what little strength he had left, Dean grabbed the mirror beside him and raised it above him to face Mary.

As she saw her reflection staring back at her, she instantly stood up and her body calmed. Her hair split from her face, revealing a sad and broken woman.

The spirit looked at herself and a voice echoed. “It’s your fault. You killed them all.”

Mary’s eyes began to bleed and it seemed as though she was slowly melting away. As fast as the shift started, she abruptly broke into countless tiny pieces of glass that scattered on the floor.

With what strength he had left, Dean threw the mirror to the ground where Bloody Mary had finally met her end. And as the mirror shattered, shards landed among what remained of the once-tormented spirit.

Sam, Dean, and Riley huddled together waiting to make sure that the nightmare was over. Their heads were pounding, their chests heaving, and streams of blood covered their cheeks, dripping down their necks.

When the room remained still, Dean looked around at the broken mirrors and the glass that had sprinkled all around them.

“Hey guys...” he paused.

“Yeah?” Sam asked, panting.

------

Back in the car as they drove out of town, Dean couldn’t help but remember Sam’s comment. He had secrets about what had happened with Jess. The thought was still toying with his head.

“Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Now that this is all over, I want you to tell us what that secret was.”

Riley listened with intent waiting for his reply.

“Look, you’re my family, and I’d die for you, but there’s some things I need to keep to myself.”

They both tried to accept his answer and let it go for the time being.

Riley had a moment where she felt Sam’s emotions heighten again, leaving only a deafening emptiness.

Sam flinched as he thought he saw Jess standing on the corner of the road in a floor-length, white nightgown as her long blonde hair blew in the breeze. He was wishing and aching for it to be a reality, still knowing that he had to remind himself that it was only wishful thinking. 

Sam took a shaky breath as he realized it was time to accept that Jessica was gone.

Riley tried to disconnect herself from Sam, not wanting to intrude on his grief. Guilt for not telling the boys about her own secrets was killing Riley. She just needed more time. Until Riley knew what was happening to her, she didn’t want to worry them.

Riley already loved Sam and Dean. They were her partners and she was so proud to be a part of their family. Sam was beginning to feel like the brother she never had. She wanted to protect him and find a way to ease his broken heart. Knowing the pain he was in kept her up at night but feeling the pain he was in kept her from any semblance of peace.

Her thoughts then fell on Dean. Riley looked over at him and he quickly peered over to her while trying to pay attention to the road.

Riley's stomach swarmed with butterflies. No matter how much time they spent together, just looking at Dean continued to give her the same rush as it had that first day in Lawrence. There was no denying that she had feelings for him. She ached and hoped for the day that the feelings could be more than simply unspoken words.

Lost in her thoughts for a minute, she was quickly snapped away as she heard Dean's.

“How does she do this to me? I've never wanted someone the way I want her."

Dean was filled with anticipatory anxiety and Riley could feel it all. Riley’s stomach somersaulted and she could feel his affection seeping into her skin.

Riley bit her lip as a smile grew on her face. Although the two kept their feelings to themselves for the time being, there was no denying that something felt destined to be.

After losing Jackson, Riley felt as though she had lost her way, that she would wander the world alone until the hunt finally took her from this life. But Sam and Dean had changed everything. They had become her compass, her partners, and her family.

As she tried to hide her smirk, watching Dean drive them down the highway, Riley knew she was right where she was supposed to be. Whatever had brought them together didn't matter. They had given her purpose again and Riley knew she would follow Dean and Sam anywhere.

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War Chamber - Part 1

After all the wars the MPW roster has fought over the last couple of days, from the Collective, from our very own Mania weekend offering, after a night that’s already proven to be extremely bloody, brutal, and taxing to the human body… It all comes down to this. A horrific structure of glass and metal, built only for the purpose of human suffering: The War Chamber. MPW’s horrific spin on a professional wrestling staple, where steel grate floors and actual glass pane pods, along with a litany of weapons spread around the chamber and inside the pods give the six psychopaths involved in this match even more ability to inflict pain and suffering on each other- and tonight may be as brutal as this event ever gets, as this year’s War Chamber is for the MPW Atlas Championship, a title who’s reputation is built on the extreme acts of violence that have been committed in it’s name. Tom Lawlor, Syn, Atticus Cogar, VIOLET, Wes Barkley, and Lilith Brookes. Six enter. One leaves. But all will be irrevocably changed forever. 

Syn, the last man into the chamber, makes a show of pulling the chamber door shut behind him, a MPW referee’s Jason Ayers and Jessica Carr chain the door shut behind him. Syn and Atticus Cogar drew the short straws tonight and would have to start this thing. An uphill battle, but not impossible, and it would make either of them the first to do so. Riley Ishimori managed to retain the MPW Fatales Championship in spite of the odds, but she entered the match at #4. In the pods waited Lilith Brookes, Wes Barkley, VIOLET, and the MPW Atlas Champion, Tom Lawlor. If there was fear or doubt waiting in the champion’s mind, he didn’t show it. Just as confident as ever that he’d walk out of this one with his championship reign intact. We’ll see if that comes to pass. 

Tom Dunn calls for the bell, and we’re officially underway! Syn vs Atticus Cogar to start, the others will join in intervals of five minutes. Elimination by pinfall or submission, and it can take place anywhere inside the cage. Syn and Cogar pushed forehead to forehead, nose to nose with one another, before Syn fired the first shot, blasting Cogar with a stiff forearm shot, which Cogar returned in earnest, blasting Syn with one in return! Syn and Atticus traded shots back and forth, before Syn gained an advantage by kicking Cogar in the gut, and sending him off the ropes. Cogar ducked a clothesline from Syn, and instead hit the ropes again, before leaping up and tossing Syn with a hurricanrana, but Syn quickly got back to his feet, hit the ropes, and leveled Atticus Cogar with a spear! Syn is quick to get back to his feet, and climbs between the ropes, starting to grab the various implements placed around the cage, and introduce them into the frey. Syn grabs multiple chairs, tossing them into the ring, before grabbing a box of light tubes that had been left out there as well, sliding those into the ring for ease of use as well. 

Syn opened up the box of light tubes, dumping a couple out on the mat, before Syn then took a handful for himself, and smashed them over Cogar’s head! Atticus’s vision was blinded by a hailstorm of glass and poison gas, and he was reeling from the feeling of broken glass embedding itself in his head! That staggered Cogar enough for Syn to lift him up onto his shoulders, and slamming him down onto the pile of light tubes in the ring with a Death Valley Driver! Cogar’s back was driven into the glass! Syn dropped into a cover!

1...2.. Kickout!

Syn was trying to get Atticus out of here early in order to earn himself a bit of a break before the next competitor joined them, to not much success. Syn pushed his hair out of his face, wiping some of the blood out of his eyes, before rolling out of the ring and looking around for something else to use as a weapon. Syn grabbed a door and slid it into the ring as well, and the War Chamber was already starting to look like a battlefield. Syn climbs back between the ropes again, and goes for a chair, but as he turns around, Atticus already has one of his own, and he drives the point of the chair right into Syn’s gut, forcing him to hunch over, before Atticus stands up and brings the chair down across Syn’s back! Syn clenches his jaw and drops to his knees, cursing to himself after that chair shot, before Atticus hits the ropes and nails Syn with a pump kick right to the jaw! Syn is knocked for a loop, and Atticus works quickly, setting up one of the chairs, before grabbing Syn and laying him across that and the ropes, making a bridge out of Syn’s body. Atticus then turns, charges the ropes, leaps up onto them, and crushes Syn with an Asai Moonsault! Syn’s weight and the impact of Atticus crumple the chair, and Atticus hooks the leg, trying to take out the Poisoned Prince!

1…2… Kickout!

Syn manages to keep himself in it. You can’t win the War Chamber before everyone else enters, but you can certainly lose it before everyone else enters! And speaking of, we’re due for our third competitor right about now! 

10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

[hotxcheeto]

hi! do you have any random jessica riley headcanons?

━ 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Jessica Riley x G/N!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, slight angst, mostly fluff, literally all fluff actually

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/not really

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Sorry this took so long! once requests open again I cannot wait to write more for until dawn! so they will be open soon just a little longer! but here this is, ily!

Alrighty Jessica

Jess is quite the gal let me tell you and as sweet as she is she's 'high maintenance' and she'll admit it

Not even admit it, she knows it and doesn't hide it

So when you come along and you deal with her attitude and her snarky remarks when she gives them Jess falls in love

You know she never means it to heart, and definetely appreciates when you hold some of her bags while shopping

Jess has a small addiction to lip gloss, she loves makeup but lip gloss is something she cannot go without even when she's fresh faced

But she's not shallow, Jess pays attention to details like extremely

You might think she's not listening but she'll hang on to every word

And I mean every word

So sweet, like Jess is very sweet to you even if she isn't to other people sometimes

Likes to buy you gifts

Likes to buy other people gifts, but not as much as you and it really depends on who

Not as addicted to her phone as you might think

Jess likes romance novels, but not when they're super cheesy

Well, sometimes she makes exceptions but if it gets bad she'll put it down and then complain to you about it while you're doing something

Likes when you read to her

Gets flustered when you kiss her hand or knuckles, it makes her feel special and loved

Pretty sleeper?

Probably wheres those sleep masks for her eyes because she cannot sleep with lights on and if she has her TV on when she sleeps she's gotta wear the mask and it's probably something cute

Her favorite color is pink or purple but has a good relationship with blue

Not the biggest fan of orange

Has an entire photo album of her friends, you and other fun stuff like nail designs

Likes to send you photos of her nails when she gets them done and will ask your opinion before she gets them done

Likes to do your favorite color sometimes, or incorporate it sometimes

Hates and loves scary movies - hates it because it's y'know scary but hiding in your shoulder and having you hug her will never get old

Bounces her knee when she's waiting or nervous

Almost always sits with her legs crossed or her knees together

Dances to music she hums or that's playing

Loves face masks just for fun and will make you do them too

Big Taylor Swift fan

Secretly likes some country music even though most of it she finds atrocious

Doesn't like tomatoes of any kind but will eat tomato sauce with things

Almost always has those little Starbucks coffees and just really likes coffee but only from a shop she won't make it at home

Will spend hours on a phone call with you even if you're not really responding because you're doing something, she'll talk

Always cold and uses you like a heater

Expect cold hands on you when you're trying to spoon her

Speaking of that, she's little spoon, she likes being pampered and held

But if you need a hug or held, Jessica will not hesitate

Has a hard time knowing when you're in need but once she knows she knows

Likes to give cheek kisses and see the lipgloss mark on your skin

Likes having different colored hair ties and color codes them to her outfits and color codes to your outfits sometimes

Likes to match my not the corny matching, just similar outfits or having the same pieces on but not full matchy-matchy

Has trouble expressing her feelings to you because she doesn't want to be a lot, she really doesn't

But you can read her like a book, it's one of the many, many reasons she loves you

really likes pros and cons lists and will read the entire thing to you

then ask your opinion

Loves winter more than summer but not many know that

Likes when you spin her around when holding her hand

Giggles a lot, just in general

Jess really loves when you show her off and she'll do the same for you

Skips a lot and randomly

Pokes you, a lot

It's her love language <3

No but she does love her some physical touch but if you had to point her main love language

It's gift giving, but not always ?

A/n: Love her for her she's amazing, wonderful, magical I like women.

[catierambles]

Control Ch.13

Pairing: Au!Walter Marshall x Jessica Talbot (OFC)

WC 1353

Warnings: None, this is basically a filler chapter to pad things out....sorry. It has some scenes that I wanted to put in, but they never made it into chapters of their own.

Also: The dig Walter uses towards the end is a play on the word Marine (as in Marine Corp) M.A.R.I.N.E My-Ass-Rides-In-Naval-Equipment. My parents were in the Navy, they told me about that one. It’s a playful jab at the other branch.

@liecastillo @summersong69 @identity2212

Walter kicked the door closed to his loft apartment, setting his keys down on the small table by the door before heading into the kitchen and opening the fridge. Taking out a dark bottle, he shook the contents to reincorporate them before uncorking it and taking a swig, the taste of cold pigs blood making his nose wrinkle some. If he could drink beer, that’s what he would be drinking right now, if not something stronger, but this would have to do in its place. Draining one bottle, he went back for another, only this time his eyes caught on the Italian food leftovers Jessica had forgotten in his fridge one of the nights she stayed over. Manicotti, or some such. Woman loved her pasta.

Grabbing another bottle, he closed the fridge, shaking this one the same as the last before pulling the cork and taking a long sip. Crossing the apartment, he stood in front of the window overlooking the city and sighed. He wasn’t going to rest, not wanting to see what memories his brain dug up this time with everything going on. He only rested when he was with her now, her presence making the memories good ones. Besides, the pillows on his bed would still have her scent and he’d rather not deal with that right now.

Pushing away from the window, he walked over and sat down in his recliner, picking up the remote and turning on the TV, getting settled in for a long night.

The next morning, he walked into the station, sitting down at his desk.

“Hey.” He looked over at Jackson who had spoken. “You sleep any?” Walter just shook his head.

“Not really.” He said.

“Didn’t think so. You look like shit.” Jackson said, “Lab report came back on the blood we found in Jess’s apartment. It wasn’t hers. Matched the DNA from a toothbrush we pulled from Martin’s house.”

“She got a hit in.” Walter said and he nodded.

“Based on the nasal mucus found in the sample, probably cracked his nose.”

“That’s my girl.” He said proudly. “BOLO come back with anything?”

“Nothing yet, but it’s a big city, it’ll take time.”

“Time we don’t have.”

“Hey! Don’t think about that, remember?” Jackson said and Walter nodded, running his fingers through his hair. “Unis are talking to his co-workers at the vet clinic and the DA’s office is working on a warrant for his financial records, they’re…invested in finding this guy.”

“Yeah, I bet.” He said and picked up his phone, punching in a number.

“Who’re you calling?” Jackson asked.

“Jess’s parents, they should know and it should come from me.” Walter said and the line picked up. “Melinda, hi. It’s Walter. Listen, is Dave there too? Great, go ahead and put me on speakerphone, you might want to sit down for this.” Twenty minutes later he hung up the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“How’d it go?” Jackson asked, having only heard his side of the conversation.

“Her dad’s understandably pissed and her mom spent most of it trying to make me feel better.” Walter said.

“Tell me about her family.”

“Riley, we really--”

“Tell me about her family, it’ll keep your mind off it.” Jackson said and Walter sighed. “Start with her dad.”

“Her father, David Talbot, is a retired Army Green Beret of twenty plus years, and served in Vietnam. Guy could kill both of us with a napkin and make it look like an accident.”

“Would have loved to have been there for that first meeting.” Jackson said with a chuckle.

“Intense doesn’t begin to cover it.”

“You were in the service, weren’t you son?” David asked and Walter looked at him for a long moment.

“Yes, Sir.” He said, finally.

“Thought so. What branch?”

“Army.” Walter said.

“Seen any action?”

“Dad!” Jess exclaimed.

“I’m just asking the man a question, Jess.”

“I can’t talk about that.” Walter said and there was another pause before David gave him a slow nod. It was less what the man thought he was talking about, and more the fact that it was more than a hundred years ago when he was in the service.

“I understand completely.”

“Wait, wait.” Jackson said, “You never told me you were in the Army.”

“I wasn’t born a cop, Riley.” Walter said.

“What about her mom?”

“Melinda Talbot, was a school teacher but became a housewife when she married Jess’s dad.”

“Any siblings?”

“Older brother. Jacoby “Jake” Talbot. Active military Marine Corp sniper, he was just rotated home from Afghanistan.”

“So what you’re saying is, we find Martin, we need to keep him out of line of sight.” Jackson said and Walter snorted without humor.

“And away from any tall roof tops.”

“Okay, “Lieutenant Marshall”,” Jake said as they made their way out into the backyard. He stood a ways away from him, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Let’s see what you got.”

“Jake,” Jess said, “Don’t do this. You do this with all my boyfriends I bring home and then they break up with me.”

“Then they shouldn’t have been with you to begin with.” Jake said and turned his attention back to Walter. “Well?”

“Okay, fine.” Walter said and Jake gave him a wide smile.

“Hold on,” Jackson said, “Her brother challenged you to a fist fight?”

“He was just testing me, and stop interrupting.”

“Tell me you kicked his ass.” Jackson said and Walter shrugged.

“I got there in the end.”

Walter laid on the ground, pretending to be hurt after Jake took him down hard with a leg sweep, looking up as Jessica came over to crouch by him.

“Requesting permission to stop holding back?” He asked, keeping his voice low.

“Just don’t break anything.” Jessica said with a snort and stood as he picked himself up off the ground.

“Jake!” Walter called out and Jake looked at him from where he was talking to David. “Come on.”

“Ohoho!” Jake exclaimed with a smile, walking back into the yard. “Guy wants to go for Round Two.”

“Don’t hold back, Jake.” David called out.

“I never do.” Jake said.

“You just gonna stare at me? Or are you actually going to do something?” Walter asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Someone’s eager.” Jake said, “You didn’t get all butt-hurt like her last boyfriend, so there’s something in your favor, I guess.”

“I’m still waiting.” Walter said and Jake came at him. Walter dodged, striking out, Jake’s head snapping to the side and he stumbled a little.

“Did you just slap me?”

“Yeah, what’re you gonna do about it?” Walter asked, crossing his arms over his chest again. Jake came at him again and Walter dodged swings, stepping to the side and ducking but never changing his stance. Parrying a grab, Walter kicked, planting his boot on his backside and sending Jake stumbling across the yard. “Come on, Marine. You can do better than that.” This went on for a bit, Jake never landing a blow or connecting a grab. “Is that what they teach you in the Corp? Really? No wonder your ass rides in Naval equipment.” He let this go on for a bit before deciding to end things, letting Jake get in close before kicking his legs out from under him and taking him to the ground hard with a hand to his chest. Walter stood, dusting his hands off and leaving him coughing on the ground. He went over to Jessica and she just smiled and shook her head at him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her forehead. David came over with a small smile, holding his hand out and Walter took it, giving him a firm shake.

“Nicely done, son.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Jake!” Jessica called out, “You good?”

“I like him!” Jake said, holding his arm in the air with a thumbs up.

“You kicked her brother’s ass.” Jackson said laughing and Walter nodded, still smiling at the story.

“Earned his respect.” Walter said. “Okay, that’s enough story time. Let’s get back to work.”