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taking-over-his-life · 5 years ago

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The solicitor and the skinhead

It was 2am when I received a call from the local police station. They had arrested a guy for violent disturbance and he had requested a solicitor. I was on duty tonight and there was no way I could get out of it. ,”45mins” I said as I put the phone down. I didn't need the money but decided to do this as I got to meet some real rough bastards, the type I fantasized over. It was the only way I could make contact with this sort of guy.

One day I'd find one who would want to fuck me senseless. I got dressed, white shirt, red tie blue suit black shoes, and picked up my leather briefcase, then onto the garage. The Audi was waiting as I sunk into its leather seats. I thought about what sort of dim witted fucker I would meet and it made me hard. I resented these dumb socialist thugs. Never worked, no morals, little diction. I resented how their bodies had grown so strong, their attitude so belligerent while they contributed little to society, while I had worked hard through school and university to get where I was and those low lives just took.

They looked so hard so masculine everything I wanted, I just needed one who I could get into my bed and fuck senseless, and let him do the same to me rather than the hooray henries I usually picked up.

I got to the station and parked in the yard. I was so sexually charged, probably the spliff I had had earlier and the tiredness. I spoke to Andy on the front desk a hot Latin looking cop, damn I wish I was in his pants, but I have to keep up the pretense.I was signed in and briefed on the job I had to see. Malcolm was his name. He beat a young guy senseless as he shouted abuse at him. I looked at the address a block of council flats, typical scrounger I thought.

I was led into the interview room and again shown the panic alarm which was standard procedure. Ill be ok I said as I sat down opposite my client“Hello” I said, “my name is George Anstey”, I am the duty solicitor. He snarled at me, I looked at him and took in every aspect of his look persona and dress. He has the same height and build as me, He put his feet on the table, red 30 hole doctor martins, worn and dirty from wear. I looked at them, tight on his legs, so tight I could imagine his muscles through them and how they must smell.

I followed up his legs, white and blue bleachers, so tight on his thighs so muscular and that crotch, stuck up so high so packed, damn I was getting hard I was mesmerized when he said… “like what u see”? I was shocked and tried to speak but had to swallow to get a word out, “what do u mean” I said He took his feet off the table and I felt them rub against my legs under the table. It was like an electric shock I started to speak, as I sheepishly looked into his face. He was smirking. I saw his shaved head and face and his eyes peering at me. The ring in his nose glinted against the light and the swastika tat on his neck gave a strong message. “How can I help u” I said clearing my throat, he just looked at me, and rubbed his thigh against mine, I shivered he smiled an evil sadistic smile. “Got myself a bum boi have I” he said. I went red with embarrassment, “you like rough do u Mr. Solicitor” I did and by this time ii was hard and seeping “Get me out of here tonight and ill fuck, you raw to heaven, bum boi” he grunted.I questioned him at length and found a few procedural errors in the arrest.

After an hours discussion with the police they released him on bail.I waited round the corner from the station and saw him walking towards the car, he swayed like a gorilla his shoulders huge in the jacket.

I watched his legs in those tight bleachers as they caught the light. His huge crotch gently moving from side to side. I saw the light from the street lamp reflect off the rings in his ears and nose. His fists were clenched in tight black leather gloves as he moved closer and closer to the car. I opened the passenger door as he approached he didn”t seem surprised to see me.He looked at me and smiled, and instead of getting in the passenger side he pushed me over and jumped into the driver”s seat.I didn”t resist, I just let him. I knew it was a mistake but I was so horned up I was dripping into my silk boxers.“Nice car George boi, thanks for getting me out,” he said, he grabbed my crotch with his leathered hand and pressed; it was as if 50000 volts had gone through me.“Now lets pay the solicitor”, he looked at me and smiled, his nostrils enlarging showing the nose ring more clearly. I watched him as we drove, 4 rings in his left ear two on the top two at the bottom, ohhh what I would have given for piercings when I was young.I could see we were heading to his place into the worst council estate in the area he pulled over next to a block of flats and got out. As he did I saw his arse properly for the first time. Tight bleachers over two tight hard cheeks, fuck he was incredible.“Follow me georgie” he said as he walked in front of me to an entrance. It was filthy, litter all over, the stink of stale piss. I walked being him as we climbed the stairs, concentrating on his ass and legs, every muscle movement I saw I recorded, his red doctor martins moved with his legs and feet, the leather giving way to accommodate the muscle movements. The soles were worn, as was the stitching, I was just mesmerized by the time we reached the 4th floor. He turned around and looked at me. Smiling he said “you want this don”t you,”“ “want what” I said, “me” he replied, I said “very much,”We walked to the last door on the landing he fiddled with some keys and opened and iron gate which was over the door. In we went. I followed my stomach turning with excitement and my dick raging. When we got in he lit some candles. “No leckie” he said.We walked to a filthy kitchen. He got two beers passed one too me, “here” he said, “no I don”t” I said, suddenly he jumped towards me and pushed me against the wall. “I said fucking drink cunt” he said. I drank. The violence had my dick raging and he could see it. He rolled some spliffs and set them aside. “Now solicitor what do u want” he grunted. he grabbed me and started to kiss me, his tongue entering my mouth. “you like it rough eh”? He said. He lit the spliff and put it in my mouth. I didn”t care anymore and breathed it in. I coughed and then my head started to roll.He was all over me his hands in my shirt trousers, undressing me bit by bit. By the time he finished I was naked. He was there smelling my underpants pushed against his face, moaning with delight.I was totally naked, on the kitchen floor of a filthy council house, a solicitor out of my power clothing being controlled by a bigoted skinhead dumb fuck.

I had my hands on his doctor martins feeling the worn leather. He sat down lit a spliff and that was it. “lick them cunt” he said and pushed my head to his boots. I was in heaven as I licked and licked that red leather.We played all night I woke up He was standing there, sweaty and dirty from our night of sex. His tattooed body got me hard again as I watched him smelling my undies. He looked at me, climbed on the bed, got sitting on my chest his legs either side of me. “I want you to stay here for a while fucker,” he passed me my blackberry, “tell everyone your sick” he said, “what?” I said looking confused, “text them now. Your sick” he ordered, he grabbed my throat and positioned his ass over my dick, smiling at me, “your sick, OK”? I was as hard as iron, and texted work and friends. “Ok Mal” I said.He went to his stash and lit a spliff and made me smoke it all. I was floating. I saw him smell my undies and put them on, then my shirt, “what you doing” I said (Must be honest it was turning me on) “I need to go out boi, need to look right for the car, eh?” “you make a hot solicitor Mal” I said, “go back to wanking skin fucker”” he said to me. He dressed fully in my clothes, and looked good, checked my wallet and left. I lay there in this stinking bedroom, rubber sheet stained with piss and cum the smell was electric and I was horny as hell, the spliff making it betterI saw his stained yellow jock, I reached out to smell it pushing it against my face and nose, to get his smell all over my goatee. I wanted it to linger, then I stood up and put my legs through the holes and pulled it up so it covered my raging cock. I pushed it tight against my dick and balls so they would absorb his smell as I looked around there on the floor was his gear, I saw the bleachers and started to cum, on my own as I picked them up and started to step into them, the feeling was so intense, and I fell on the bed.My cum soaked into his jock, I started to pull the bleachers up over my ass and dick, and managed to zip them up and fasten the button, as my cock rose to full height.I looked down at my legs covered in his filthy gear, damn I felt so good. I picked up one of his cigs and put it to my mouth, I lit up. I didn”t smoke but this was so hot I felt so horny again and picked up his socks, they were grey with dirt and foot sweat, I smelled them again and again wanting the smell to be mine.I pulled one on my left foot it came to just below the knee then the right one. I could feel his stink entering my pours. Then the pista resistance. His doctor martins. Worn red 30 hole monsters, I picked up the left boot and spent 5 mins with my head and nose it enjoying the smell and my tongue licking and tasting the leatherOn it went my foot fitted perfectly. It took me ages to get the laces on, I was out of it, but the fitted so snuggly and tight. Then the right boot, I looked down, damn I was a fucking filthy worthless skin. I could feel and smell who he was, and I was him for a day. I picked up his Fred Perry vest and savored the smell of the pits It was soon on my body snug and tight. I stood up and found a mirror again without any assistance I shot a load in his jock. I found a beer and another smoke and enjoyed his last spliff, if I was to play him I needed to act like, and fuck was it hot.I dozed off, it must have been evening when he came back, dressed in my gear. I heard something but just enjoyed the enforced sleep. Suddenly I felt myself being lifted, “hey” I said. There he was a pierced dirty skin boi in my suit. I smiled“You look fucking hot as a skin boi” he said, “lets make it real,” he laid out some coke and gave me a straw, “enjoy “ he said, I took two lines

By this time my mind was floating I would do anything. I saw my reflection in the mirror, fuck I was a low life scum skin. I was so horny. “Sit here skin fucker” he said. I did suddenly I heard the sound of clippers and saw my hair falling to the ground, I put my hand up,” noooo” I said. Suddenly I felt a huge punch to my face and felt my nose break, ahhh I then blacked out.It was the next morning when I woke up, I felt something on top of me and realized it was him fucking my ass, the bleachers and skin gear was still on me and he was panting and sweating as he fucked me raw and senseless, my nose was in pain but the thought of him in me got me so hard he was shouting as he suddenly let rip into my guts, I came in his, no, my jock againHe got off me,” how did you like that fucker” he said, I looked up he was naked, tats down his arm back chest legs, fucking incredible. Strange I thought his hair was growing now. I got up and started to kiss him, my tongue deep on his mouth. As I did I caught a reflection in the mirror, two skins one in gear one naked. Fuck I realized that the one in gear was me. I was shaved, shaved head, face, damn I looked hot.He pulled me over to the kitchen fed me and gave me some e tablets. I took two. “Take one every six hours “he said.” Ill be back tonight.” I felt my legs and feet in the skin gear and rubbed my hands on my new shaved head, fucking hell, whats happening I thought. I looked in the mirror, who the hell was it, a thug, broken nose, shaved head, what was happening.He came out of the bedroom after getting changed. He was in my suit, in fact it was another suit of mine, where had he got it from. He walked up to me grabbed my crotch, stuck his tongue down my throat. “Now smoke these fucker” he handed me two spliffs, two e tablets and a pack of 20 ciggs.” Ill be back at 7 make sure u have had them all. It will be so hot tonight so fucking hot for you skin boi”. he looked into my eyes. “You like being a skin” he grunted, I rubbed my hands on my legs and chest, “fuck yeah Mal”, I said. “Lets make it real tonight fucker”. Think of yourself as me” “ Would you like to be me,”? “ wow”i said “you mean I could take your place” I responded, “yeah” he replied, “please “ I said not realizing what I was asking. I was still high.“Tonight fucker tonight” he said and left. I watched him from the balcony as he strutted in my suit to my car and drove off. I pulled out the cigs, sat on the ground with my dm feet on the railing and smoked two of the ciggs. They made me feel sick at first and then the euphoria kicked in. My mind was just racing at the idea of being a low life skin.I lay down on the rubber sheet of the bed and smelled the piss and cum, I was in heaven. I could smell my sweat mingling with his on MY skin gear, it was mine now, not changed in two days fucking hot. I wore his flight jacket and found his rings and gloves on they went along with the dog tags and thick metal chain around my neck.I stood in front of the mirror and just wanked for hours. I took the e tabs as instructed and the spliffs. I got though 18 ciggs before he got back. I could hear him and other voices along with things they were moving.I came out of the bedroom and saw two huge tattooed guys. “Hi Mal”, they said to me, I smiled and liked being addressed like that. They erected two chairs and some equipment.Mal was there again in my suit, he smiled, his hair was starting to really show on his head. “You shaved hour head today Mal ?” he said, “no sir”i said, “do it now while we set up” he said.He followed me to the bathroom. And gave me a razor and soap. He stood behind me his erect dick pushing at my ass through the cloth.“Take these, he gave me two tablets”, and some water,” swallow Mal “he said, “I like being called that” I said, getting on my knees to suck him, “later boi” he said. “Shave” he instructed I shaved, what an erotic experience. When he came out, the big buys introduced themselves, rod and jay. “Now heres whats going to happen” said Jay smoking a cigar. “I will copy his tats” pointing at Mal “onto your body. It will hurt a little. rod will remove them from Mal at the same time so its like a transfer”.“Tomorrow you will be an inked skin boi”he said smiling at me as he felt my crotch. “Ill start with some holes for you new piercings. what should I call u skin boi”? He said. I looked at Mal, “is it ok if I use your name”? I said “Yeah you be me skinboi”, he said. I looked at Jay, “I”m Mal,” I said and smiledIt seemed to last forever, the pain in my ears eyebrows dick nipples, and the sustained pricking on my neck chest arms back and legs. I was so out of it and watched Mal as he had them removed. I fell to sleep. When I woke up I was in bed, bandages where the tats had been transferred. Mal lying next to me in the same condition. I looked at him, “fuck what happened Mal”, he reached over, and squirmed as his back hurt, “I thought we agreed, who Mal was, you changed your mind skin” he said looking at me angrily, “no sorry” I said, “your George, I”m Mal”, “how u doing George” I said. “Ok Mal” he replied. “Here take these” he said and handed two more tabs and I was out.I must have been out for days. I woke up and he was standing there naked, no tats, smoking a spliff and wanking over me. I kneeled and put my lips around his cock and sucked like never b4 it wasn”t long b4 he came buckets in my mouth, pulling my shaved head to his groin. “You like that Mal. Like your solicitors cum, eh”? He said. “fuck yeah sir”, I said in his voice. “Come here” he ordered. He stood me in front of the mirror and removed the bandages from me. We were both stark naked. He revealed my tatts celtic on my legs and chest, wings on my back, my dick responded and was so hard I came without touching it all over the mirror as I looked at the new me“Lets finish this off skinboi” he said. he went to the kitchen. I just looked at the new me, thinner, shaved inked fuck I really was Mal now no one would know the difference, he came back with a bowl and some disinfectant “lets complete this” he said. He pulled out the huge pa from his dick and soaked it in the bowl of disinfectant. “lets see how it looks on you Mal” he said. My dick was erect again, as I wanted it so much. He got the pa and with difficulty pushed it through the hole the tattoo guys had made. He slapped my dick “horny cunt” he said. I looked down and saw his, no my pa I my skin dick, “fucking hell” I said, “is this real?” “Give me them all I want to fucking be you in everyway Mal” I shouted, desperate for every last piece of the real Mal.He took them out of his nips and put them on mine, then his ears, eyebrows, and eventually the heavy thick ring from his nose. “this makes you a skin pig boi Mal” he said, I was just mesmerized at how I looked and felt, I just gazed and gazed at my new reflection. He lit a spliff.” Here” he said. I smoked got high, and laid on my back as he fucked me raw. We were looking at each other as we changed identities.

After an hour of sex, he stood up and went to get cleaned up. I picked up my filthy skin gear and dressed. Maybe I could go out today as Mal I thought, who would know .He came in suited and booted. “Got go get back to my place today Mal” he said. “Here”s the keys to your council flat enjoy” he smiled.” Heres a few quid to get u by”.”Your m8s will be hear at 8 tonight for a skin fuck fest enjoy, you skin scum” he saidI looked in the mirror at a fucking shaved skin scum, Nazi symbol on me neck bleachers doctor martins Fred Perry a fucking dream, pig ring in me broken nose, rings on me fingers thick silver chain round me neck. My crotch was fucking huge as me huge dick stood to attention. I moved around seeing how masculine and thuggish I was.I pulled out the ciggs and went outside onto the landing and looked over at the estate. A neighbor came out a chav guy, he looked at me. “Aint seen u around for a bit Mal” he said. He thought I was Mal, in fact I fucking was, “been fucking busy m8, outa me head” I said. “He sidled up to me”, I offered him a cig as we chatted about nothing in particular. He rubbed his leg against mine. I looked at him, “you want to fuck cunt?” “Fuck yeah” he said. Within minutes we were inside his place fucking like rabbits. Me inside him, him in me, leaving our cum inside each others guts.I finished went outside and smoked two ciggs. time for a walk I thought. I locked me flat, my flat, I thought and headed down the stairs.

Filthy dump I though. I was greeted by a couple of skins and we chatted. Real fucking rough m8s I thought. Women moved outa me way as I came past. I was shocked when I passed the local shops to see me reflection, it was just like the time I saw Mal as he approached my car, my car, what was I thinking, I was Mal now.

#bodyswap #body switch #male body swap

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 5 years ago

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Imprisoned - Series

Chapter I

Story Rating: 14+

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Mentions of Murder, Language

Summary: Y/N is Andy and Laurie Barber’s 14-year-old daughter who is a high-grade student in Archer Middle School. Her best friend, Alice Miller had been gone for a while. They search for the lost student and find out that Alice Miller’s body has the prints of Andy and Laurie Barber’s daughter, Y/N.

Author’s Note: Not sure if I should make this a series, this is basically a daughter and dad situation. I DO NOT know what happens in DEFENDING JACOB. So don’t think I know it if I get these episodes correct. (Which I won’t)

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI Chapter XII Chapter XIII

Spoiler free but will soon be spoiler alerts!

The song that reminds me about the readers character is Fitzpleasure by Alt-J Idk why

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Going over the papers once again. This stress is getting to his head. Shoving the papers off to the side, he sighs. Needing to move on to some other case than that. His phone buzzes on the desk and he sees his wife’s name pop up. Taking the energy to take his phone, he looks at her message.

You busy?

He types in his phone with ‘a little bit’. He was curious was she needed so he replied with a ‘why?’.

Your daughter needs a ride.

The man looks at the time on his desk. It was 10 minutes after their last bell. He texts her back and picks up the papers, organizing them a little bit before grabbing his bag.

He walks out of his office and heads out, “Mr. Barber, you’re heading out?” The woman asks. The man turns around, “I gotta pick up my daughter. I’ll sure be back. If someone calls in for me, tell them to call me back.”

The woman nods, “All right. See ya, Mr. Barber.”

The man nods with a grin and pushes out the doors. He gets into his car and pulls out of the parking lot. He pulls out his phone and sees his daughter’s text.

I’m at the park :)

He drops his phone into the cup holder and drives towards the school. The students continuing to leave the building as he keeps driving up the street towards the park. The park he would take her sometimes as a little kid. There was a forest near that park and she would go back there and find some cool sticks she would bring home and play as if she was a knight in their backyard.

He sees the park come into view and two girls on the swings. He pulls up to the sidewalk and rolls his window down.

The two girls laughed as they swung back and forth. He smiled at them and a few seconds later, one of the girls brought their attention to him. “Oh, he’s here!” The girl says, she hops off the swing and grabs her bag.

Her friend follows her as they rushed up to the car. “Hey, dad!” The girl says, the man smiles at her. “Hey, champ.”

The girl grips on her backpack, “Is it okay if we take Alice to her mom’s house?” The girl asked. The dark-haired girl peaks over the other, “I’m sorry, Mr. Barber. It’s just my dad isn’t getting off work for another 3 hours and my mom is stuck at the store.” The man nods.

“Sure, I’m happy to drive you home. Hop in girls,” He says.

The girl smiles, “Thanks, dad.” The girl lets Alice hop in first and scoots over to the other side as the h/c girl sits next to her. “How was school?” The man asked.

“It was good. How was work?” His daughter asked.

He placed his hand on top of the wheel, glancing in the rear mirror to see them buckle their seat belts. “It was good. Your mother texted me to get you, so I might have to return back to work.”

“That’s okay. Mom was asking me to help her with some things around the house. We can finish the show tomorrow,” She says.

“That’s right, we’re both off. Spring break, right?” He asked.

“Yep,” She says. He grins and drives away from the park. He hears the two chatter in the back, laughing and pointing at their phones of funny or cute things on their devices. He tilts his head to the side to relief the pain in his neck. “How was practice, Y/N?” He asked.

“Hm? Oh, it was raining a little bit so the field was a bit too wet to play,” He looks back at his daughter Y/N who was rolling the soccer ball in her lap as she glanced at Alice’s phone. The two continued to laugh and chatter as he gotten closer to Alice’s neighborhood.

He pulls up to the light blue house and stops right behind her mother’s second car that was a dark van. “All right, Alice. It was nice seeing you again,” He says.

“Thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Bye, Alice,” Y/N says, Alice grabs her bag and waves. “Bye!” She closes the door and she heads into her home, unlocking it herself and heads in. Y/N throws her backpack into the front and slides between the two front seats and sits in the passengers side.

“You got to stop doing that, Y/N.”

“What?” She smiles. He grins at her, “You’re too old now.”

“Says the old man, himself,” Y/N says, he shakes his head and pulls out of Alice’s neighborhood. “Did you get your test today?” He asked. Y/N shook her head, “No. Mrs. Lim wasn’t there today. Apparently, she left for her trip to Tokyo.”

“Tokyo? What’s over there?”

“Her family. Her mother’s birthday was coming up in a few days,” Y/N says, he hums, “And how do you know that?” He asked. Y/N looks at him, “Because me and Mrs. Lim always hang out during lunch! She likes me and Alice in the class.”

He nods, “All right, all right. What about that one kid? What’s his name again?”

“Henry?”

“Yeah, how’s his mom doing at the department? I haven’t seen her since the last pot luck,” He says, Y/N nods her head this time. “She’s good. His dad has to pick him up more because his mom is always taking late night shifts from 3 to 12.”

“Really? Nine hours of work?” He asked, Y/N nods, “It’s police work, you know?” His daughter was a student in Archer Middle. Top student and she has a big dream ahead of her. She wanted to be like her dad. A district attorney. He let her follow that and even filled her in with some of his cases he had been working on.

They were getting closer to the end of the school year and were glad to get it done. Y/N was their only child and couldn’t ask for a better daughter. She was kind, energetic and a good sense of humor.

He reached their house and stopped in front of the driveway, spotting his wife’s car. “You got yourself from here?” He asked, Y/N digs into her bag, “Yep!”

She pulls out her keys, “Thanks, dad.” She leans over and kisses his cheek. He smiled at her, “You behave yourself till I get back,” He says. She steps out and leans in to look at him.

“I will. Love you!” She closes the door and walks around to go up their lawn. “Love you too!” He shouts back, he sees the front door open to his wife and she kisses Y/N’s head before heading down over to him.

His wife smiles at him and leans into his window, kissing him. “What’s going on?” She asked.

“I still got stuff to do, I’ll try and make it for dinner.”

“Andy...” She says, he grins, “I’ll be here in time for dinner, I promise,” He says. Laurie gives him a nod and pulls away, “You should not work too hard, your daughter is insisting on finishing that show.” He slightly laughs, Y/N was into her crime drama shows.

“I’ll try not to.” She gives him a soft smile and walks back into the house. He rolls his window back up and drives off. His hand on top of the wheel, he drives back to his office.

Y/N drops her bag next to her desk and plops onto her bed with her phone in hand. Without knowing, something jumps on the bed and licks her face. “Aye! Milo!” Y/N says. She tries to push her Pointer hound who wagged his tail furiously.

Milo was from Andy’s friends a while back, the dog was a well-trained hunter and he needed a home.

Andy got the dog for Y/N and they became best buddies. Y/N watched as Milo sprawls out on her bed and begs for a belly rub. Y/N smiles and rubs his belly. “Y/N, sweetheart! Can you help me with the dishes?” Her mother calls.

“Coming! Come on, bubs,” She jumps up with her dog and they rush into the kitchen.

It was past 9 at night and Andy had returned. Opening his garage door, he parks his black small car into it. Closing the door afterwards, he walks into his home. The sound of the television going off and sound of the Live PD show played.

Andy walks into the kitchen to see his wife by the sink. Dropping his keys on the counter, that got his wife’s attention. “Hey,” He kisses her and turns to the table to see a plate that hadn’t been washed yet. It might’ve been Y/N’s.

He sighs, knowing he had missed dinner. Laurie scrubs the dishes as he looks at her, “I’m sorry, I tried to get as much done.”

“She’s more upset than I am,” Laurie said, Andy looks over to the living room and walks in the dark room only lit by the huge screen TV.

He walks around the couch to see Y/N and Milo spooning. Her eyes were closed as Andy kneels in front of her view of the TV. He gently pushes a strand behind her ear and that made her open her eyes up.

“Hey...” He says, softly, Y/N doesn’t say anything and closes her eyes again. He pierced his lips, “I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. I tried to.” She doesn’t reply and he reaches over to pet Milo.

Sighing, he stands up and walks back into the kitchen. Laurie looks over her shoulder, “You hungry?” She asked. He shakes his head, “I’m okay. Thank you.” She grabs the plate off the table and brings it to the sink.

Scrubbing off the food, Andy walks away and tugs his jacket off his shoulders, throwing it in his bedroom on the chair. Pulling his tie off, he unbuttons his shirt and heads over to the drawer. He tossed his shirt and tie in the basket and grabbed a t-shirt. He slips that on and sits on the edge of his bed to take his dress shoes off.

Laurie came in and leaned on the door frame. “She still loves you.”

Andy slips out of his pants and throws them in the basket as well, “I know. But I just feel like a prick either way,” He says.

Laurie tilts her head, “Why do you think that?”

“A father should be there for their kid. She has games and everyone but me doesn’t go. I never went to one single game.”

“That doesn’t make you a bad parent, An,” She says, crossing her arms. He slips on sweats. “It makes me feel like one. The only thing we do is watch her favorite show and that’s it. I take her friend home and I don’t go out with you guys.”

“You don’t have to worry about us. We know you love us, but don’t let it get to you and make you feel like you can’t do much for us. We already know you are doing so much of it. We love you either way.” He sighs, dropping his head. Laurie comes over to the edge of the bed, pulling his head to her stomach.

Her hands caressing his head as he wraps his arms around her hips. Something they did when Laurie had a huge bump.

“Y/N loves you. She won’t ever hate you.”

“Ready?” Y/N asked, she holds the ball up to Milo, “Fetch!” She throws the ball out in the backyard and Milo runs after it. She watched as Milo jumps up and down at the ball’s movements before catching it into his mouth and returning it.

“Good boy!” She kneels down and takes the ball. “Wanna go again?” She shakes the ball in her hand, Milo barks. “Go get it!” She throws it and he runs off. Not knowing her father had walked out and watched her with a small grin.

Y/N knelt down for Milo but the hound runs past her and towards Andy. Begging Andy to throw it, he takes the ball. One swift throw, Milo runs for the ball across the backyard and Andy walks up to Y/N.

“Did you want to watch ‘Cage of the Past’?” He asked, the show was her favorite crime drama show on Netflix and they were on the third season out of eight. She gets the ball from Milo.

“Actually I was gonna ask if I can go to a party.”

“When? With who?” Andy asked. Y/N slightly shrugged, “Henry and Alice were gonna be there. It was at a girl’s house, named Emily. It’s her birthday,” Y/N said. Andy knew having his daughter out a lot, it worried him. He would have to make sure she had a ride home.

“Who’s gonna take you home?” He asked. “Alice’s dad was gonna take me home. I told them they can bring me back around nine.” Andy thought about this hard enough. Ride was given. Phone? Clothing? Right, what she said. Time.

“You promise to be back by 9?” He asked, Y/N nods. He sighs, “Okay. I trust you. You stay at that house.”

Y/N nods once again, “I’ll text you when we’re heading back over.” He nods at her and she throws the ball out to the yard one last time.

“You’re letting her go out to a party?” Laurie asked, she turns to lean on the counter, facing Andy. “It’s just a birthday party. Alice and Y/N were gonna come back after it ends.”

“Will she be back around 9?”

“I told her about coming home and she understands.” Laurie nods, “Okay, so we just keep an eye on our phones.” Andy nods in agreement. Y/N steps down into the kitchen from upstairs and she heads for the door. “Y/N, where’s your phone?” Laurie calls.

Y/N lifts up her phone, “It’s fully charged! I’ll text you guys, okay?” She says, Laurie smiles. “Okay, have fun.”

“Thanks mom. Love you both!” The two watched her leave that front door and stepped into Alice’s car with her father. Laurie watched the vehicle disappear and she sighs. “I hope they’re not having alcohol there.”

Andy smiles, “I’m sure she’ll be responsible.” Laurie looks at him and grins.

Let’s hope she is.

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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What is the youngest age you can remember back to? I was 3 and I had just woken up in a Winnie the Pooh tent with my sister, who was 1 at the time. Our parents let us go ‘camping,’ which was really nothing more than a tiny tent set up on the floor in their room.

What sports are you trying out for this year? Wakeboarding and rock climbing.

Did you wear your hair in a ponytail today? Yeah it was in a ponytail for the whole day as it helps me focus better at work. I’ve kept the ponytail on even though it’s 11 in the evening right now, but now it’s because it would be too warm with my hair down.

Who do you have on speed dial? Nobody. I’m not sure how to do that with my phone, and even if I knew how to I don’t know if there’d be anyone I’d want to put on speed dial.

What colors do you like to paint your toenails? I never do anything with my toenails except clip them.

Would it be cool to learn how to DJ at a club? Sure!

Where are you going to be three hours from now? It would be 2 AM by then but I highly doubt I’d be asleep by then. I just bought all 7 of the BTS Cold Brew Americano bottles (yep, so much happened while I was gone and I am apparently an Army now...) so I’m drinking from one of them tonight; and they are strong as fuuuuuuuck.

What job would you NEVER take, even as a last resort? Anything related to sex work. Not that I’m against it, but it’s just not for me.

If you broke your computer, would you be able to fix it on your own? Only if it’s something a hard reboot could easily fix haha. If it’s beyond that, I don’t think so.

If someone looked in your closet, how would they judge your style? That I need to update my wardrobe. Most of them were trendy at some point, but not so much these days. They would probably comment that I need to add more colors as well.

What was the shittiest hotel you’ve ever stayed at and why? I’m not sure we’ve stayed somewhere I absolutely hated. I know my dad hated our first hotel in Palawan since the whole vibe of the room felt cheap, the bedsheets looked kinda tacky, and the power went out at night, but that’s also just the luxury liner executive in him. Since I don’t really travel just to stay all day in our hotels, I personally haven’t had any experience where I was like, “never again.”

Have you ever gone on a boat and been sick the whole time? No; I get seasick but I can handle it. It’s carsickness I have a problem with.

Did you get a good sleep last night? Not really. My sleep actually felt very shallow and it really felt like I had been up all night even though I’m pretty sure fell asleep by around midnight. Anyway, I’m getting a 3-day weekend since it’s a national holiday tomorrow, so at least I have a lot of time to catch up on much-needed sleep.

What is the weather like outside? It’s pretty chilly and I feel a few breezes every now and then, but it’s not enough. I’m not sweating, but I also need to have my hair up in a bun because otherwise I’d be too warm. Phone says 27ºC.

If someone makes a spelling or grammar mistake, do you ignore or correct? Mostly ignore. I only ever correct if it’s me who made the mistake by accident.

Do oversized sunglasses actually look good on you? I’ve never tried putting any on, so I wouldn’t know.

What is the most overrated thing in the world? Milk tea. It’s great and delicious I like having my own occasionally, but it’s seriously nothing life-changing.

Have you heard any completely untrue rumors about yourself lately? No. I’d feel sorry for someone who would still be making up rumors in their 20s.

What is one word to describe your room? Progress. It’s come a long way since the breakup.

Have you ever kept something from the wild as a pet? Not in the sense that we caught it ourselves from the wild, but there was one time my sister won a baby chick at a fair when we were super young and we had him for a few days. We tried our best to care for him, but we just weren’t equipped and knowledgeable with what baby chicks need so he didn’t last too long.

Do your parents try to plan out your future for you? No, and I’m glad they aren’t the stereotypical Filipino/Asian parents that dictate how I should be living my life. My mom will sometimes let a comment like “get a boyfriend already” slip through, but she also knows I don’t have the patience for remarks like that so she doesn’t bring it up most of the time.

Do you think that surveys are a huge waste of time? I personally don’t think so. Any activity that helps me relax and gather my thoughts isn’t something I’d call a waste of time.

Are you wearing a hoodie today? No. I would hate to be wearing a hoodie right now lmao, I’d be too miserable in the heat.

Did you sleep alone the last two nights? Yes.

You’re single, right? Yups.

How long was your last phone conversation you had? It lasted like 10 seconds because when I picked up, their signal was very choppy and his voice wasn’t getting through at all.

Who was it with? A delivery rider who sent me a package that Bea apparently arranged for me :’) It has all my favorite Korean snacks and goodies and she even included a cup sleeve of Jin from BTS cos she knows he’s my favorite :(((((

What was it about? Like I said, I never got to talk to him on the phone because his signal was poor, though he probably called to ask for directions. He eventually got to my house.

Excited for anything? Binge-watching Run BTS and Bon Voyage all weekend, and digging into the Frankie’s order I got for delivery tonight.

Got laid last night, didn’t you? Nope.

Do you have drama in your life? Kind of at the moment, but it’s something I couldn’t give less of a shit about so I’m not even getting into it lmao. What’s something you really want right now, be honest? To be able to get out of the house and get my cafe visits on weekends back.

As of this minute, what is going through your mind? That these instant noodles I’m eating are really spicy.

Have you laughed until you cried? Many times.

What are you listening to right now? I can hear a neighbor’s dog barking every now and then and a few airconditioners in the neighborhood whirring.

What color are your shoes? I’m not wearing any right now, but most of my shoes are white anyway.

Can you crack your neck? Nope.

What is the last thing you drank? I took a sip from my banana milk right after I had a forkful of my noodles. Too spicy hahaha.

Where would I have found you last night at 11pm? I was cuddling with Kimi in bed while watching Bon Voyage.

What’s your plans for next Friday? So, tomorrow? Just watch a shit ton of BTS videos since they’re my latest obsession.

Does anyone hate you? Possibly.

Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the person you like? Erm, don’t really like anyone at the moment. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? No.

Could you go out in public looking like you do now? Probably to the nearest McDonald’s or 7-Eleven, but I wouldn’t go out to the mall altogether with what I’m wearing.

Who will you be sleeping with tonight? Just meeee.

Is there anyone you wouldn’t mind punching in the face now? Not in particular.

What do you have pierced? Just the ears. < Same.

Do you know anyone that smokes weed? A few people.

Where is the person you want right now? I’m not into anyone.

Are you too forgiving? I’m not forgiving in the first place.

Will this weekend be a good one? Continued from last night. I’m just glad I’ll get to relax for three days, but I don’t have any big plans for the weekend that would make it something exciting.

What is your favorite thing about being sick? I don’t think being sick is particularly fun, even if it means skipping school or work...

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do? Many times, which is why I’ve stopped using the phrase, “I’ll never do X.” I always end up doing whatever the thing is at some point.

Are there any people who don’t like you? It’s possible, but I don’t care.

The boy/girl you truly care about needs you at 3am, would you go? Only for my best friends, and maybe close family members. If you had to get a piercing right now, what would it be? I would get a nose stud or maybe a lip ring.

Do you have any bruises on you? Yeah I have one on my thigh. As usual, I have no idea where it came from.

Are you ticklish? Everywhere.

Ever liked someone who treated you like crap? Yes.

Who do you like right now? BTS? Lmao

What’s the largest age difference between yourself and someone you’ve dated? A month and a half.

Are you gonna get high later? Nope. I know Andi’s always gonna be around as my ~supplier~ if I ever wanna try it out, but I have no plans to any time soon.

What was the first thing you said when you woke up today? That I wanna take a shower.

Do you blow dry your hair? Only for special occasions when I immediately need my hair styled in a certain way.

Do you look decent when you wake up? Some days, I think so.

Have you ever liked someone older then you? I mean they’re all celebrities, but yeah.

Is it hard to make you laugh? Not at all, I like to laugh.

How late did you stay up last night? Around 3 AM because I was watching Bon Voyage, and also memorizing BTS fanchants hahahahaha HELP

Which is worse for you: being hot, or being cold? I fucking hate being hot.

How many drugs have you done in the last three days? Just the caffeine in my coffee and nicotine in my vape.

#survey #surveys

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asecretsummer-rpg · 4 years ago

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Name: Ashlynn Peterson Age: 25 Sexuality: Homosexual Gender: Female Portrayed By: Liana Liberato Availability: Closed

“I just want things to be normal again.”

→ Background

Born and raised in Baberton alongside her older brothers Casey and Caleb, Ashlynn was something of the princess of the family. They were all fairly close, though Ashlynn wasn’t as close to the other side of the family, her much, much older cousin Brendan and his kids. Caleb was but Ashlynn was just too young to really connect with Brendan. Ashlynn wasn’t particularly bright and she scraped by in her classes. She wasn’t too interested in school in general, though she liked being with her friends and she liked art class. Her oldest brother Caleb was living in London by the time he was eighteen and he called and wrote and visited though things weren’t quite the same but Ashlynn was content enough with it all. It was just her and Casey and their father then. Their mother had sadly died earlier on in Ashlynn’s life and she didn’t really remember her, though being the only girl in a house of guys her whole life was tough sometimes and she did often wish she’d had a mother or a sister around. She even wished she was closer with her cousin’s daughter Ruby, who was her age. Ruby, however, was one of Annie Pierce’s best friends and Annie was a malicious bitch. And honestly? So were her bloody friends. Ashlynn’s best friend growing up was Andrea Willis. Andi. She lived a street over from Ash and the two were thick as thieves. Two peas in a pod. The girls did everything together and were practically joined at the hip, but the two had a large falling out in high school and they didn’t speak again, other than to insult each other a few times in the corridors or whatever. Ash acted like it didn’t bother her but it definitely hurt her beyond belief and Ashlynn never got over losing her friend that way. They were so close that it physically pained her. It was somehow worse that Andi was out there walking around, living her life, so near and yet so far, the years taking her further and further away until Ash couldn’t even recognise her other half any longer. She dropped out of high school, not interested in it, and after a few years of sitting at home with her dad and not doing a whole lot, she ended up going to the local college and studying art. Which Ashlynn loved. She’d always loved her art, something she and her mother both shared.

→ Back to Baberton

A few months ago, Ashlynn called her brother Caleb in the middle of the night. She was in tears. Their father had passed away from a sudden brain aneurysm. It was so fast and so out of the blue that it just shocked her. Ashlynn adored her father so she’s completely devastated. He came home from London and right now he’s staying in the house with her. Casey moved out a while back so it was just Ash and their father living in the big house she’d grown up in. Ashlynn loves that house, though it’s a lot colder and sadder now. But she likes having Caleb home and is kind of intent on getting him to stay for good maybe. She knows he’s engaged to some Wendy girl and she’s got a plan to snoop through his phone to try and find her number or email so that Ash can get in touch and enlist her help in bringing her big brother home. Ash still does her art, she loves to sketch and is often out in the park by herself, cigarette in hand and pencil in the other. She shouldn’t smoke, she knows, and she’s tried to quit but it was just a habit she picked up in college and usually she goes back to it when she’s overly stressed or having a shit day. Ashlynn can be a tad dramatic sometimes, dark clothes and makeup, but she also likes to wear pink and hug kittens so she’s kind of a whole mess of contradictions in one girl. She doesn’t know who she is really even at her age, when she thought she would have everything figured out by now. Instead, she spends her time kicking around town, sketching, or working her part time job over at the pet shop. Though she realises now that she’s going to need to go up to full time or find a second job since the house is pretty much her responsibility now and.. Ashlynn won’t lose that house. She doesn’t think she’s be able to cope.

→ What’s Her Secret?

Had been madly in love with Andi and it kills her to be so on the outs with the other girl. She wants things to be like before, no even better than before, but Andi will barely ever acknowledge her (not that she has the confidence to approach first and say anything) existence now, and it really hurts her heart even after all this time. She still thinks about the way things could be, about daydreams about finally kissing her, but truthfully she supposes she doesn’t really know Andi anymore. So many years have passed.

Ash has started sleepwalking as a response to stress and anxiety. Grief, too. There are so many emotions that Ashlynn doesn’t know how to quite deal with and this is the way that they have started to come out the last month or so. She woke up while unlocking the front door the other week and she’s terrified of where she could end up if she can’t figure out how to stop this from happening.

Was beaten up and robbed one night, years ago, and always suspected Annie Pierce. She was walking home from school, feeling miserable and not paying too much attention with her headphones in her ears. Ash was shoved from behind and she ended up on the ground, earning a few kicks as she curled and protected her head. When she realised they’d gone and stood up, Ashlynn found her whole bag and its contents were gone. The event made her a little more angry and less inclined to trust people.

#town rp #oc rp #secrets rp #Liana Liberato #takenf

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ofmikaelsonshope · 5 years ago

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A dead husband, stone-cold no chances of coming back husband of three of her children. It felt worse this time seeing him dead on the ground because this time he wasn’t coming back to her, always and forever no longer is there and the ring on her finger right below a tattoo of her husband’s name wrapped around her finger mocks her every time she sees it in passing movements like opening a door for someone when they get home or grabbing water even. It’s nightfall by the time everyone gets back and it is giving Andi to her parents, expressed milk in the fridge and freezer for them to use and Addy curled into her side in a big bed that is too lonely for just her. Stomach hurting at first had been since the moment that her husband died but being so tired from a release of magic throughout the building had been another thing to make laying there and dozing in and out of sleep.

Two hours pass before she is pulling away from her daughter to make a beeline for the bathroom and finds herself once again on her knees in front of a porcelain bowl throwing up next to nothing, fingers grabbing fabric and ripping it straight open until her t-shirt is draping from her shoulders and she is quick to throw it toward a corner, head still hung over the bowl.

Cold fingers though are what catch her attention and when she looks to the side, she realizes that she isn’t alone in her now locked bathroom. “Seylah.” A sigh of relief, someone that would feel just as much pain as her right now and it is sick to feel relief over this. Over knowing Landon’s mother is going to hurt too.

“You are most likely hot,” Seylah tells her, the smell of cooper thick in the air already and it would only get worse, she can already guess that much. The fact she woke when this...teen or adult (time is a funny thing when you are dead) was ripping off her shirt. It’s a hand reaching over and flushing the toilet before reaching out and helping her son’s girlfriend into a better position on the floor. “Lift your hips...let’s take these jeans off. Should cool you for a second.” Hope groans, hips shifting up and she hissed and somewhere between the older phoenix pulling undoing the button and pulling the jeans down, it becomes clearer when she sees it, blood and she laughs hard because it must be an early period, hers had been late but she assumed it was stress of having a new baby that did it. “Must have forgotten about it this month...stress, you know?” Telling her wouldn’t help, letting it dawn on her would do better. It is quick thinking to discard the jeans, get two rags before sitting down next to her, back leaning against the tub, legs spreading a little. “Come,, lean into me.” Seylah motions for her to come on over.

Hope does just that, finding comfort in the arms of the mother that gave birth to the best man she ever knew. It’s blue eyes closing and for a good ten minutes, she sits there staring at a wall, her mother-in-law’s fingers working out knots in her stomach so gently it is hard to believe that she has killed supernaturals just because of them being monsters. “Landon’s dead.” she whispers. “My husband is dead.” Seylah closes her eyes, body shaking and she is shocked that no scream comes out, just tears. Her son is dead and his...wife was having a baby, what she assumed was their first. Holding a killer in her arms, a monster like the ones she hunted for years and crying with her over the loss of someone great, someone that she hadn’t wanted to give up but did what was best. Triad would never tolerate her having a kid, not killing it the moment it was born based on the fact it was born from a pit of tar. How she had hated her child until she saw him and his heat so strong her skin was pink even though she didn’t feel it. It had been one of those things that started to feel more supernatural and not a gift. She used to think not feeling the heat of a stove was a gift but after holding her kid she realized it was a supernatural gift. Spending years hunting monsters only to find out you are one, Selyah laughed until she cried in an abandoned building, a newborn in her arms.

Hope finds comfort in the phoenix’s body shaking, how cruel it is that she does and heat comes from the other’s skin until her skin is a shade of pink and she knows why even as she pulls away long enough to give the mother time to cool down. An hour passes of laying there, on the cool floor waiting before Seylah is pulling her into her arms again. It’s then, the tiredness of staying up that she falls asleep.

Seylah holds her, not feeling an ounce tired even when things got boring she stayed because she knew what would come and sure enough, maybe two hours after the other passed out, she is waking up, gasping for air as fingernails dig into the forearms of Seylah’s, wolf nails causing blood to spill onto the bathroom floor. It’s a piercing scream, one that hurts the phoenix’s ears.

Fire, a fire so strong that she is pulled under, the heat so bad that she swears she might die. Can you inhale smoke without actually being in a smokey room? Lungs burn, tries so hot they leave her skin red and blistered as they fall down her cheeks. Landon and she had spelled the room so no one could hear them after they discovered bathtubs are a lot of fun.

Thirty minutes of pure torture, fighting every second because she is so alone without actually being alone that what could have taken five to ten minutes took a lot longer. Her breathing harsh and she cries until there is nothing left to cry for now, her body so weak. The moment it was passed, Seylah is putting the plug in the bath and helping her off with her clothes, Using her ability to turn things to ash with a lot of control to make the bloody clothes turn into just a mess to be swept up. Water cool to the couch when she helps her daughter in law into the water, watching as she sighs in relief. “My son is dead but that doesn’t mean you are alone....I’m not leaving you. You are family,” Seylah whispers out pushing a piece of hair out of the other’s face. “Just sit there in the tub and let me clean up in here. Do you have a little dustpan?”

Eyes closed, she manages to nod toward the sink. “Under the sink.” Silence in the air as she opens her eyes, letting the water out when it wasn’t cool anymore and starting all over (It happened fast given her body temperature was working its way back down). She’s pregnant...a widow...a mom of three going to be four all under the age of seven years old. Never once had she done a whole pregnancy without him, Addy came close but with Andi, he had been there the whole time and well, Ellie wasn’t biologically her child so she can’t compare there. “I’m pregnant...” and my husband never knew. God, she could have really dug into him about this being the second time they ended up Irish twining this, a joke now that she accepted Ellie as hers and watch him laugh. How he would have been excited and scared and all different emotions because it means she will die again.

“I know,” Seylah said from her position sweeping ash into the pan and throwing it into the little trash can beside the toilet. It’s then working on getting the blood cleaned up, the tribrid beside her using magic (clearly) to help bring the blood up easier. “We will get you all tucked into bed and tomorrow, we will deal with whatever comes out way.” After a long bath, Seylah helps a naked tribrid to her room, only to see two sleeping kids in the middle of a very large bed, must be a custom made one given it could most likely fit two kids and two adults in it. “Who are they?” “Adelina Hope Mikaelson-Kirby, Elizabeth Olive Mikaelson-Kirby,” Hope tells her finding clothes, looking at the clock and not surprised that in two hours the kids would be up wanting breakfast. “your grandkids.”

[ text : Everyone: Hope’s phone ] –– so everyone Seylah is alive and well. [ text : Everyone: Hope’s phone ] –– if some strange lady is sitting at your table in the morning don’t shoot...or bite...It’s Landon’s mom [ text : Everyone: Hope’s phone ] –– She came back in the middle of the night. Not sure which kid did it.

“They are beautiful,” Seylah tells her. “Twins?” And she notes the baby crib across the room but when she goes to look in, she sees no little person in there. “So did you leave this up for decoration?”

Hope looks over her shoulder and laughs softly, “Uh, no...there is also, Andrea...Andrea Seylah Mikaelson-Kirby, she’s only a few months old. My parents took her for the night.” “See you and my son were very busy,” Seylah comments, not really thinking about it. twins, a baby that was new and one on the way, her son surely didn’t know how to work protection but she can’t fault him for that given he is dead and well if his wife allowed it isn’t something Seylah should stick her nose into.

Hope shakes her head. “Yeah, I guess...we kind of where.” But she gets the feeling that was a one-off comment with Seylah, never to speak about sex again aside from now.

“You should get some sleep,” Seylah tells her. “I will be up with the kids,...if you would allow?”

Crawling into bed, her daughters scooting closer to her in bed, she finds herself warm again. “That would be nice....thank you..” It’s feeling the covers being pulled over her body and it is the last thing she actually remembers that that horrible day.

#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . Drabbles. ❝ My mama always told me that I’d make it ❞【Hope Mikaelson】#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . My Drabbles. ❝ I got a love and I know that it’s all mine. ❞【Jenniger Things】

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likethetailofacomet · 6 years ago

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A Picture is Worth 1,000 Words... Rose of Sharon

This is my submission for the Choices Fandom Game: A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words

I was given my picture by the wonderful @bobasheebaby who not so subtly hinted that I should write this about Bastien and Annabelle, and I was more than happy to comply. I tried my actual hardest to keep this AT 1,000 words. But, you guys, I am wordy. This was so much fun, though, and I am very excited to share this piece!

A/N: This piece can be read alongside my series The Broken Bits. This takes place just three days after Bastien and Annabelle meet. If you haven’t read their first meeting, you can do so here. Also, fun fact: a “rose of sharon” isn’t actually a rose. it’s used to describe “a flower of the field or valley” but there isn’t a specific flower that is being referenced. (picture prompt appears in body of text)

Word Count: 1,263

Tunes: Rhiannon, Fleetwood Mac and Rose of Sharon, Mumford and Sons

He saw her again just three days after meeting her in the entrance hall of the palace. It was a warmer than usual spring morning and Bastien was finishing his rounds before meeting with Jackson to discuss the arrangements for the Milan trip. He made his way through the courtyard between the main building and the outer offices, the sun warm on the back of his neck. The hedges were tall but trimmed with razor precision into thick, solid walls of green. Bastien reached out and ran his hand along the waxy leaves as he passed by. He enjoyed when his patrol took him through the gardens or the courtyards. The palace was beautiful with its sculpted reliefs and oil paintings, everything dripping in gold, but it was stifling at times. A gilded cage was still a cage, and on warm days he much preferred to be outside. He turned the corner and where he would normally expect to see the violet blossoms of the giant Rose of Sharon bush; he was met instead with a shock of fiery orange hair glinting in the sun.

He reacted instinctively, not wanting to be seen, by shrinking back against the hedgerow. She sat in front of the bush, one leg stretched out, her milky white skin practically glowing against the emerald blades of grass, the other bent with a sketchbook propped against her knee. Her curls rolled down her back, some of them dancing on the breeze and blowing into her face. He watched as she used the hand that held her pencil to brush a few stray strands back behind her shoulder, only for them to blow back into her face again. It would be much easier for her if she tied it back, Bastien knew, but he found himself enjoying the fact that she hadn’t. She didn’t strike me as someone who does things because they’re easy, he thought to himself, remembering her quick comebacks and sharp wit…that playful glimmer in her eyes, the way that her cheek would get that dimple in it when she smirked at him. She does things exactly as she wants to.

He’d found himself thinking of her over the past few days, wondering if or when he’d bump into her again. He watched her for another moment as she brought her pencil back to the paper, moving it gracefully, sweeping it across her page like a magic wand, making flowers and tangled vines appear from nothing. Her toes curled in the grass, the sun in her hair and on her skin- she looked like a flower in the field, no wonder she could capture them so perfectly. He realized he’d been watching her for longer than he meant to when another breeze blew through the courtyard, shaking the blossoms and the leaves and her hair, and he knew he had to move before she turned and saw him. He stepped out from behind the hedges and started back on his path, his palms sweaty as he got closer to where she was set up in the grass.

She’s just a girl. Just say hello, what’s wrong with you? His thoughts did nothing for his confidence. You’re training to be the Captain of the King’s Guard someday, man, and you can’t talk to a pretty face? Before he could continue berating himself, he heard something and realized she was not only listening to music on a small battery operated radio, but that she was signing along. The song changed and her nimble fingers jumped to the volume dial, spinning it and making the music louder. Her outstretched leg bopped with the beat and her voice hit his ear, “Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and wouldn't you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight and who will be her lover?” He stutter stepped as he heard her voice, off key; she was an artist but certainly not a singer, though that wasn’t stopping her from belting the song with reckless abandon. Now you really have to say something. You’re watching her, you’re listening to her, for god’s sake, at least clear your throat. Bastien wished he could teleport to Jackson’s office so he wouldn’t have to interrupt her, wouldn’t have to pierce this perfect bubble of sunshine and song that she was enjoying. But that wasn’t an option, so he cleared his throat and took another step towards her.

“I was wondering how long you were going to stand there, Bastien,” she said between lyrics, without turning around. “This is a private concert, do you have a ticket?” she glanced over her shoulder at him and he could see a dark smudge of charcoal above her right eyebrow. She looked amused, that smirk back on her face, one cheek squished up into her sparkling eye.

Despite being caught in the act, he felt a smile creeping up his warm face, a sheepish laugh falling from his lips. He patted his pockets as she spun around, drawing her long legs up in front of her. “I seem to have misplaced my ticket,” he said, “would you happen to have another?”

Annabelle grinned at him and set her sketchbook aside. “Sorry, an act like this,” she gestured to herself, “sells out quickly. “Better luck next time, Mr. Senior Assistant.”

“Apprentice,” he corrected her, but the wink she shot him told him that she knew, and that she was teasing him. He shook his head and checked his watch. He had exactly 3 minutes before he was due in Jackson’s office, and at least a 5 minute walk ahead of him. He’d have to run. “So when’s the next show time?” he asked.

Annabelle looked down at her sketchbook, at the blossoms she’d been working on. With a smirk, she ripped the corner piece off of one of the pages and quickly turned it over, scribbling something on the back. She rose, unfolding her long legs, and crossed the space between them. She smelled like grass stains as she came closer, holding the paper out to him. “You tell me,” she said, biting her bottom lip and looking at him through her lashes.

Confused, Bastien looked down at the paper. It was one of her flowers, gorgeously lifelike, and on the back she’d written her name and a phone number, and two little x’s. When he brought his disbelieving eyes back up, she was already scooping her things back into her bag. “I’ve got to get to a meeting with my advisor. You’re probably supposed to be somewhere too,” Bastien nodded, still in awe of the drawing she’d given him. “Well, you better get wherever you need to before you’re in too much trouble to take me out sometime.” She winked again as with a toss of her hair she set off towards the palace, leaving him to shove the paper on his pocket and sprint across the courtyard to Jackson’s office.

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On the final day of his post as Captain of the King’s Guard, Bastien Lykel left the room that had been his office, an age softened piece of paper in his hand, the smudged sketch of a Rose of Sharon still as lifelike as the day she’d given it to him. Ever our lives entwined, he thought to himself, recalling a poem she’d read him one day. He sighed, tucked the sketch back into his breast pocket where it had been a constant for the past twenty one years. Time to find out how true that is…

And I will surround you With a love too deep for words Hold you from the world and its curse So long as I have breath in my lungs Long as there's a song to be sung I will be yours and you will be mine Ever our lives entwined My rose of Sharon

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by this point im p sure u all know the drill.... i’m nora, 23, she/her, gmt and tonight matthew im going to be greta o’driscoll, a terrible person but a hot one which frankly makes it almost ok. here is her pinterest..... this intro is literally just copied n pasted frm the last time i played her so soz if u’ve read it like 10+ times....

�� diana silvers. cis-female. 」have you seen greta o’driscoll around yet? i hear she decided to be in POTENTAS for their SOPHOMORE year as a CRIMINAL PSYCHOLOGY major. the 20 year old SHEPHERD is known to be tenacious, magnetic, capricious and evasive. ➨ the muse is written by nora, she/her, gmt.

was adopted as an infant. had two foster moms and two older sisters so always surrounded by women. lived in a boarding house, very much like the one in 20th century women, with lodgers coming in and out all the time, mostly artsy young women because her gay moms were both high school teachers trying to set up their own arts collective. one of her moms left when she was 4, n she doesn’t really remember her.

while living with entirely women made her super into catlin moran and the guilty feminist, as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention jst bcos she’d never really experienced it. saw it as something aspirational, like sitting in the back of chad’s second-hand truck while he drove you to macdonalds and offered you and his five friends with identical haircuts weed was the height of being cool to greta, she wanted to be their dream girl, even if it meant compromising her beliefs

was always a really sporty bitch. it started with a junior athletics squad, which turned into athletics and cheer, which then became athletics, cheer and hockey until she basically was doing a different activity every night. she came to see her body as a tool that she could make work for her if she trained it up and this attitude’s always kind of stayed with her that as long as her body is strong she is capable of anything. runs every day.

bubbly bitch but also massive snake. metaphorically and literally, always shedding her skin. loyal to few, ruled by none, out for herself, babey!! every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result som ppl think she’s called rita, some ppl know her as margot, she just flicks through identities like nobodies business.

left school at 18 n went backpacking around the states making money in the casinos by being a shot girl (yeehaw) and trying to make it as a mysterious 1920s widow with a smoky voice, a dark secret n a heart of gold, looking for love in the big city. all she found was producers and acting agents who’d promise her stardom n actually just fuck her in a motel n then ignore her calls.

TW domestic violence, TW gun, her watershed moment came when she met luke in sioux falls while she was working at a strip club. he was a few years older and had a car, and they kind of went from seeing each other to being that super intense couple who are just necking all the time.

they got engaged like 3 months after they met n rented a flat together, much to her family’s annoyance but she was 19 so there wasn’t much they could do. their relationship was super super intense though, often really heightened and when they fought it could become quite violent, but she’d pass it off as just him being really passionate.

one of their fights got really heated and greta threatened him with the gun he kept in the glove box of his vauxhall corsa, but the safety was off and she accidentally shot him. she pleaded self defence in the trial n cos of the amount of times she’d been hospitalised for various concussions n things like ‘fallling down the stairs’ the police were like yea… pretty watertight evidence that he was a bastard who [chicago voice] had it coming…..

she’s now under witness protection, rehoused in livingstone as a sports-scholarship student, due to the amount of police involvement in the area, it would mean should one of luke’s family members try to track her down, she’d be relatively safe

massive sports fanatic. plays tennis. on the cheer team. was a track superstar in her high school. honestly just that sporty bitch, you’ll see her doing lines at a party at half four and then on your way to your 9am lecture you see her running across the park like a fresh fucking daisy who is this bitch. maybe it’s maybelline, maybe its coke.

massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune bc she misses her childhood in a south dakota boarding house and has endless support for women. honestly annoyed that she is attracted to men, would so be 100% gay if it was a choice. cuffs her jeans and can’t drive. is That bisexual. skateboards. wears backwards caps. i hate her

isn’t a foward-planner, however. greta prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manners so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night.

has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning.

not afraid to go after what she wants !! ambitious academically and romantically thirsty !! she loves the adrenaline of the chase. when someone’s easy to get, she becomes bored. very bisexual and very proud of it. feminist as fuck nd part of a queer representation in the arts group which holds fortnightly meetings to discuss lgbt representation in film, literature, art etc.

old soul in a young person’s body. all the shit that has gone on has kind of aged her. she’s quite cynical about everything now. always smoking smoking smoking. very edie sedgwick in that way. little girls skirts bought for next-to-nothing at the market because she’s skinny enough to get away with it, barely long enough to cover your bum, and then the ugliest baggy sweater you’ve ever seen thrown over it.

likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj.

super into pop art and andy warhol. puts female friendships above everything but at the same time, would fuck her best friends man

her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk.

aesthetics:

a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, denim jackets, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, peeling sticky plasters, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, hot coffee, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, kissing girls, cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, leonine arch of your back and that stellar smile that says ‘you have no idea who you’re dealing with’, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your mom wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, his name scrawled in rage across the pages of a diary, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

wanted plots

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sports rivalries ! sporting friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!!

since greta literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships

girls from the cheer team who she’s like, weirdly intimate with like the shower together but its not a Thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

and I want like, fellow criminology students who are like?? how is this bitch still passing?? i swear she goes out every night??

she works part time at a fast food restaurant, i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry.

ppl she did a few modules with ie. art history, bio-med, film studies, before changing course and somehow sort of remaining in touch with

ppl who she runs track with.

someone she’s trying to make a zine with.

here’s a list of plots on her old blog if u want any of them w her.

would love plots of any type, throw them all at me please, i cnt wait to interact w all of u. like this if u want me to message you about connections / plots! xo

full biography if u can be bothered

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your busom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and dare devils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month, before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wild fire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you making your name as a downtown singer while he footed the bill with pills. they had a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you lived like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to livingstone where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

#this is soooOoOOO fuckin long cos every time i play greta i add more shit to it..... her seventh form will just be an entire fuckin novel.#anyway call me beep me if u wanna reach me #aka pls msg me either here or on discord. my discord is linday lohan's meth8664 #wshedintro

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foreverwayward · 6 years ago

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“Wayward Hearts” Season 2 Chapter 12: All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1

Summary: After the sudden death of John, Sam and Dean, along with Riley, continue their quest for vengeance. As Sam and Riley’s powers continue to grow, the three young hunters find themselves closer to the Yellow-Eyed demon than ever before. The strength within themselves and their loyalty to each other will be tested as they are left to fight their families’ lifelong war alone, unaware that unimaginable evil will lead them to face darkness itself as they carry the weight of their fathers’ legacies.

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Word Count: 9,748

Content Warning: language violence

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

**GIFS ARE NOT MY OWN**

The sun had set a few hours before Dean rolled the Impala down a side dirt road. Boston’s ‘Long Time’ blared through Baby as he pulled her to a stop in front of a small diner seemingly in the middle of nowhere. It was tiny, and definitely only frequented by the locals. Freshly made mud and large, deep puddles from the recent rain surrounded it. Still, soft droplets fell from the darkened clouds.

“Hey, don’t forget the extra onions this time,” Dean told Sam over his shoulder as his brother sat in the backseat before handing him some money.

Sam sighed with frustration. “Dude, we’re the ones who’re gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions.” He got out of the car and closed his door.

As Riley scooted in her seat, she told Dean, “he’s getting a butt-load of food. I’m gonna go help.”

“Uh--would you...would you actually just stay here with me for a second?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

Dean chuckled nervously. “Man, I’m so bad at this stuff.” He leaned across the seat and opened the glovebox before pulling out a small, square box. Dean smirked and handed it to Riley.

“Wait...this is for me?” she asked in surprise.

“Well, I realized I don’t really do enough for you...and your birthday’s next week. I just--I didn’t wanna wait that long to give it to you.” Dean smiled with a shrug. “Open it.”

Riley lifted the top of the box to reveal a silver cuff bracelet. She grinned as she picked it up and inspected it. It was smooth all around and when she looked at the under side of the bracelet, there was an engraving. ‘Forever Yours.’ Riley couldn’t find the words to say as she sat quietly, just holding it in her hands.

But Dean was getting antsy in his seat waiting for a response. When she didn’t say anything, he let out a soft sigh of disappointment. “Shit. You hate it don’t you? Man, I knew it was lame. I just never--”

Her lips crashed into his with a smile still on her face. As Riley pulled away her eyes glistened up at him, making him weak in the knees. “I love it.” She slid it on and admired it on her wrist. “It’s perfect, Dean. Thank you.”

“Happy early birthday, sweetheart.” Dean gave her one last quick kiss, still trying to stop beaming with excitement that she approved of his gift. “I love you--you know that, right?”

“I know…” Riley replied dramatically as she quoted Han Solo and Dean chuckled. “Alright, I’m gonna go help Sam,” she started. “Be right back.”

Riley got out and closed the door behind her as Dean called out to her.

“Hey! See if they got any--”

“Pie!” she laughed. “I know. I know. I’m in the mood for some too. Be right back.” Riley jogged across the small, wooden makeshift bridge over the large ditch that had been filled with rainwater.

Dean nibbled on his bottom lip as he watched her scurry inside.

Through the window, he could see her meet up with Sam at the counter as they placed their orders. The older Winchester would never get tired of that girl or the way she made him feel.

He chortled to himself softly. Dean couldn’t help how genuinely happy Riley made him.

The stereo began to go staticky and he tapped the gauge trying to bring back the music. Lights that surrounded the small café began to flicker and Dean instantly began to worry.

Looking up into the diner, he saw that Sam and Riley were no longer there.

Dean got out of the car in a hurry and raced to the door. He swung it open only to see one of the restaurant’s patrons dead at his booth, covered in blood. The jukebox played through the deafening silence inside.

Dean drew his gun and slowly went inside. “Sam?” he called. “Riley?” As he came around the corner of the counter, there on the floor laid the cook and waitress; both with their throats slit open and drenched in warm pools of blood.

The backdoor was only a few more steps away and the hunter opened it to look outside. All he could see where the bare trees from the cold weather, soaked in rain.

“Guys?”

As he went to close the door, he could feel his hand had touched something. He turned his palm to look and noticed yellow dust. “Sulfur…”

The demon had been there. Dean’s eyes widened at the realization and his heart pounded in his chest.

Hurrying back to the front, he called for them both again and again. “Rye!...Sammy!” Dean began to shake with fear as he stared out into the quiet and empty darkness. “Riley!” he shouted at the top of his lungs in terror. “Sam!”

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Sam laid still and unconscious on a small, worn wooden bridge that had collapsed into the mud.

As his eyes opened, he shot up in shock, realizing he wasn’t in the diner anymore and that the sun had already risen.

He warily stood as he surveyed all around him. Sam was in the middle of an old and abandoned town. There was no sign of anyone anywhere and it looked like something out of an old western movie; just like the ones Dean always watched.

Sam rubbed the mud off his hands and onto his pants before grabbing his phone from his pocket. The cell beeped letting him know there was no reception and he huffed in disbelief.

The mud slushed beneath his boots as Sam walked through the strip of the forgotten buildings. Most were broken down or boarded up with clearly no one being inside for quite some time.

Suddenly, Sam heard a creaking noise nearby and grabbed a plank of wood nearby to arm himself. Ready to fight, he neared the corner around the building and jumped out, brandishing the plank.

Andy, the psychic they had all met before, jumped and yelled out at the hunter’s near attack.

“...Andy?” Sam asked, in disbelief.

“Sam? What--what are you doing here?” he stumbled over his words with panic. “What am I doing here?”

“I don’t know…”

“Where are we?!”

“Andy, look--calm down.”

“Calm down?! I can’t calm down! I just woke up in fucking Frontierland!” Andy’s hands ran over his hair nervously as his head shot back and forth looking around.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Honestly? My fourth bong load,” he feigned a laugh, still scared. “It was weird. All of a sudden, there was this really intense smell. Like, uh…”

“Like sulfur?”

“How did you know that?”

Sam’s attention shifted as his mind went back to his family. “Dean...oh, man. Riley…”

“Your--your brother and sister?” Andy asked hopefully. “Are they here?”

“I don’t know if they are. I don’t even know if they’re…” Sam didn’t dare finish that thought.

The loud sound of a woman crying for help came from further down the stretch. The two looked at each other, acknowledging they would check it out as they jogged in the direction of the pleas.

As they reach a small abandoned structure, pounding came from the door that had been locked shut with a padlock.

“Hello?” Sam hesitated.

“Help me! Please, help me!” the woman begged.

“Okay, we’re gonna get you out. Hold on.” Grabbing a large rock nearby, Sam bashed the lock until it broke. He opened the door and out came Ava; yet another psychic he had met and who had gone missing months before. “Ava?”

She nearly collapsed into his arms as she wept. “Oh, my god. Sam!”

“So, I guess you know each other,” Andy added awkwardly from the side.

“How--how did you find me?”

Sam shook his head, confused. “Wait. Ava, have you been here this whole time?”

“What whole time? I just woke up in there, like, a half an hour ago.”

“Well, you’ve been gone for five months. My brother, Riley, and I have been looking for you everywhere.”

Ava smiled with discomfort thinking he had to have been joking. “Okay, that’s impossible, because I saw you two days ago.”

“You didn’t. I’m sorry,” Sam replied.

“But...that makes no sense. That’s not--oh, my god! My fiancée, Brady! If I’ve been missing for that long, he must be freaking out!” Tears streamed down her dirty face and she jumped finally noticing Andy.

With an uncomfortable wave, he met her gaze. “Hey...Andy--also freaking out.”

“Okay,” Ava turned to Sam. “What’s happening?”

A familiar voice called out from the other end of the town. “Sam!”

Sam’s heart leaped as he spun around to see Riley in a full sprint in his direction.

He caught her as she nearly jumped into his arms and Sam pulled her up close. Riley’s feet dangled for a second as they embraced. Putting her down, he looked her over for any injuries. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no. I’m okay.” Riley sighed. “Ugh. I’m just so glad I found you. Where’s Dean?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. But I do know one thing, I know what the four of us have in common.”

Again, another voice called from the distance; this time, a deep, male voice. “Hello? Anybody there?”

“...maybe more than four,” he added.

Riley, Sam, Andy, and Ava ran across the way, following the voice. Around the corner of the final building of the stretch was a tall, dark-skinned man in a military combat uniform. Beside him was a girl with long blonde hair.

“Hey...are you guys okay?” Sam panted.

“I think so,” the strange man replied.

“I’m Sam. This is my sister, Riley.”

“I’m Jake.”

“Lily…” the scared blonde answered.

Riley looked them over and was overwhelmed by the amount of static that she could hear around her. There were too many psychic kids together in one place. It was almost ear-piercing.

Then the overwhelming anxiety, fear, and shock from all of them rolled in all at once, making her almost gasp for air. Riley groaned and tried to focus it away.

Sam noticed her reaction and reached out to touch her with concern.

“I’m good. I’m good.” Riley looked back up at the others. “Are there any more of us?”

Lily shook her head softly. “How did we even get here? A minute ago, I was in San Diego.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” Jake started, “last night, I went to sleep in Afghanistan.”

Taking a step closer, Riley’s eyes squinted with all she was battling in her mind, though she remained unmoved. “Let me guess. Everyone here is 23 and has some kind of ability.” Lily and Jake looked at her perplexed. “Started over a year ago. All of a sudden, you could do things that you never would have even imagined were possible.” They both nodded.

Sam jumped in, “I have visions. I see things before they happen.”

“Yeah, me too,” Ava told them.

Andy, being the quirky guy that he was, was more than happy to share his story. “Yeah, and I can put thoughts into people’s heads. Like, make them do stuff. But don’t worry, it--I don’t think it works on you guys.” He stopped and chuckled to himself. “Oh, but get this--I’ve been practicing; training my brain, like meditation. So now, it’s not just thoughts I can beam out, but images, too. Like, anything I want. Bam! People, they see it. This one guy I know--total dick, right? I used it on him: gay porn--all hours of the day,” Andy laughed, so pleased with himself. “It was just like--you should have seen the look on his face.” The other five seemed unamused while some even appeared to be disgusted by him. Andy stopped laughing and cleared his throat. “Uh...okay, then.”

Lily nearly shook with rage. “So, you go, ‘Simon says give me your wallet’, and they do?” Her eyes darted to Sam and Ava. “You have visions? That’s great! I’d kill for something like that. I touch people? Their hearts stop,” Lily yelled. “I can barely leave my house. My life’s not exactly improved. So, fuck you all. I just wanna go home.”

“We all do,” Sam replied calmly. “Look, we’re here whether we like it or not. So, we better figure out a way to deal.”

“Who brought us here?” Andy demanded.

“It’s less of a who--and more of a what.” Sam paused and bit his lip knowing what he was about to tell them, probably wasn’t going to be received well. “...it’s a demon.”

------

On the side of some highway, Bobby’s truck sat in front of the Impala as he and Dean both poured over maps on Baby’s hood. The sounds of distant traffic going by and the loud winds swirled around them.

“Bobby, you gotta be joking,” Dean huffed. “There’s nothing on the map. Seriously? No demonic signs, anywhere?”

“That’s what I’m sayin’. Nothin’. Not even low-level shit like exorcisms. It’s gone totally quiet.”

Dean nearly rolled his eyes, but still raised his voice in frustration. “Well, how the fuck are we supposed to find them, huh? Just close our eyes and point?” His phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket as he flipped it open, seeing the caller ID. “Ash, that you?”

“Yeah,” the drunken hick replied. “Listen, it’s a big negatory on Sam and Riley--”

“Oh, come on, man!” the hunter barked. “You gotta give us something. We’re looking at a three-thousand-mile haystack here!”

“Look, Dean--I did find something but,” he paused and spoke more quietly. “I can’t talk about it on this line.”

“No, no, no, Ash. I don’t have time for this shit.”

“Well, make time,” Ash nearly yelled. Again, his voice hushed. “Not only does this almost definitely help you find your brother and your girlfriend, this is--it’s huge. So get here. Now.” The line went dead as he hung up.

Dean closed his phone and looked up at Bobby. “I guess we’re going to the Roadhouse. Come on.”

------

Back in the abandoned town, the others tried to absorb what Sam had just told them.

Jake crossed back over to the two hunters, his voice full of disbelief and anger. “So, we’re soldiers in a demon war to bring on the Apocalypse and for some reason, we’ve been picked? I mean...why? Why us?”

“He’s right,” Ava agreed. “I mean spoon-bending and psychics is one thing but...demons?”

“You know you sound absolutely bat-shit, right?”

Riley jumped in, no longer having the patience to argue. “Hey! Look, we don’t really care what you think. But if we’re all here...together, that means it’s starting.”

“No,” Jake shook his head. “No way. I’m not dealing with a bunch of whack-jobs. I’ve heard enough. I’m outta here.”

“Jake!” Riley called, as the soldier ignored her and disappeared out of sight. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Sam, we can’t make them believe us. But if we don’t follow that dumbass, he’s gonna get himself killed.”

Sam nodded in agreement and they all chased after him with the hunters leading the way.

They stopped at the center of town, waiting for a signal of where he had gone. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw movement and turned in its direction. He pointed at the old schoolhouse, “there.”

Everyone rushed over and as they went inside, there was Jake. His eyes wide with fear as an evil looking little girl growled at him. Her face contorted and her nails grew into claws as she stood ready to charge him.

There was an old metal fireplace near the entrance with an iron poker leaning against it. Riley grabbed it and swung it like a baseball bat through the creature.

It turned a large cloud of dark smoke and darted past the others through the doorway.

“Don’t know how easy you catch on, Jake...but that was a demon.” She looked at her brother. “Sam? ...Acheri, you think?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.” Sam gave his attention to the others. “Acheri are, uh--demons that disguise themselves as a little girl. But that still doesn’t tell us where the fuck we are.” Sam’s gaze went to Andy, who looked rattled and his eyes were locked on the ground. “Andy? You still with us?”

Andy stood dazed and slowly put up a finger. “Gimme a minute. I’m still working through...‘demons are real’.”

The group walked on as they followed Sam and Riley. Clearly, the two were going to be their best bet to get out of there alive.

In front of one of the abandoned buildings stood a wooden structure holding a rusty bell. The shape of a large tree with spread out branches was etched onto its front.

Sam looked more closely at the old bell as their breaths formed clouds with their every exhale. “I know that bell. I think I know where we are, Rye,” Sam told his sister. “Cold Oak, South Dakota. A town so haunted, every single resident fled.”

“Oh, good. Gotta love a surprise field trip,” she replied in sarcasm. “Why the hell would the demon bring us here?”

“I was wondering the same thing.”

Lily stood, fidgeting with her long, chain necklace. Her feet shuffled beneath her as her anxiety grew and Riley could feel it becoming too much for her. “You know what? I don’t give a damn why. Clearly, the only sane thing is to get the hell outta Dodge.” Blowing off the rest of the group, Lily began to stride away.

“Lily, wait!” Riley called out. “There’s nothing around us but miles of woods--no way you’ll find your way out.”

“I don’t care. Beats hanging out here with demons.”

“We don’t even know what’s going on or have any clue how many of them are out there.”

The blonde woman spun around trying to hide her shaking hands and nearly yelled back. “We? There is no we. I have nothing in common with any of you! You don’t know anything about me!” Lily paused and struggled not to cry as she choked on her words. “I--I accidentally touched my girlfriend.”

All five of the others were stunned and at a loss for words.

Riley took a few steps toward Lily, hoping to connect with her. “I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever,” she sniffled. “I feel like I’m in a nightmare, and it just keeps getting worse and worse.”

Looking at Lily, Riley waited for her to meet her gaze. When Lily’s eyes found, hers, she walked towards her. “Sam and I--we’ve lost people too. His brother--my boyfriend? He’s out there somewhere right now and…” her voice trailed off and she looked over at Sam. “The truth is, we don’t even know if he’s okay. I know this is bad. But, please, we’ve gotta stick together.” Riley was nearly pleading with the woman she had only just met, afraid for her safety.

“Fine,” Lily replied softly and with no expression.

Riley nodded and feigned a tight lip smile as she went to Sam’s side. They lead the others on, back into the town as the hunters searched for answers.

“We’re looking for iron, salt, silver--any kind of weapon,” Sam told them all.

“Salt is a weapon?” Jake asked.

“It’s a brave new world, Jake.”

Andy’s shorter legs worked double-time to keep up with the two large men. “Well, I hope there’s food in this world of yours ‘cause I’m fuckin starving.”

As they all entered one of the structures, Lily stayed behind. She waited for them all to file inside before she briskly wandered off on her own toward the outskirts of town.

------

Dean and Bobby had made their long drive to the Roadhouse. They pulled into the familiar dirt lot only to find the saloon completely scorched. It had been burned to the ground. Only small parts of the building still stood as the smoke wafted from the recent fire.

“...what the fuck?” Dean almost prayed.

The two looked at each other in shock as the Impala parked.

Slowly, with hesitation and fear, they got out and walked toward what remained of the Roadhouse. The hunters walked carefully through the debris and rubble, looking for what had possibly happened. Everything had been destroyed. Burned body parts jutted out from under the fallen roof and the smell of death lingered in the air.

Bobby’s hand drug down his mouth. “...my god.”

“You see Ellen?”

“No. No Ash either.”

Dean crouched down at the sight of something he had seen before. On the wrist of a charred arm, was a watch. One that he knew belonged to Ash. “Oh, Ash...dammit!” he nearly growled.

------

Inside one of the buildings in Cold Oak, Riley and Sam rifled through all the could find, looking for something to arm themselves with.

Ava sat nearby rubbing her head, trying to soothe herself. Slight groans of discomfort came from her as clattering noises continued from the search.

“Hey, you alright?” Sam questioned with concern.

Ava kept her eyes shut. “Yeah, I just--I don’t know. I got dizzy.”

“You sure it’s not some kind of--”

“What?” she interrupted looking at him. “Some kind of ‘freaky vision thing’?” Ava sighed. “No, more like ‘I’d kill for a sandwich’. I haven’t eaten since...well, who knows? Don’t worry though. Except for everything that’s happening, I’m totally fine.”

Riley’s boots lightly stomped on the floor as she came from the other room. “Here, this is all I could find so far,” she handed a hunting knife to Sam.

He waited, unsure if he should take it from her and she gestured for him to. Sam relented and took it before putting it into his waistband as he handed Riley the iron poker.

“You guys!” Andy yelled from nearby. “I found something!”

The hunters, Ava, and Jake went to answer his call. Andy was holding up two large sacks labeled ‘SALT’ as he giggled goofily, thrilled with what he had found.

All their attention went to the sound of a loud, distant thud and they all froze.

Riley looked up at Sam with a realization. “Lily’s gone.”

Before Sam could respond, the sound of an evil childish giggle came from around them. It was as if was in the room with them and outside all at once.

“Lily!” they took turns shouting. “Lily!”

They all walked out the front door and down the steps to the dirt road. Their eyes caught a glimpse of movement as they honed in on the water tower down the way. Hanging from it, was a rope; and at the bottom, Lily swung from a noose by her neck. She was already dead with her feet dangling and her body slightly moving in the cool breeze. The group stood still in horror.

“Oh, my God!” Ava cried out as she covered her mouth in shock. “Okay, that’s officially--Sam, she’s dead! She’s dead! You said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That’s...killed!” She shook her head rapidly and turned with certainty to leave. “Okay, we have to get out of here.”

Never looking away from Lily’s hanging corpse, Andy swallowed hard. “Yeah, I second that emotion.”

“I’m not sure that’s an option,” Jake said plainly.

Sam took Ava’s shoulders to stop her and for her look at him. She needed to see how serious he was. “Lily was trying to leave. The demon’s not gonna let us get away that easy. We’ve gotta gear up for the next attack.”

“Gear up?!” Ava barked through her tears. “I’m not a soldier. I can’t do that!”

“Well, if you wanna stay alive, you’re gonna have to.” Sam’s stare went back to the body that spoke loudly as a warning to them all. “Let’s go.”

Jake’s military protocol kicked in and was very matter of face as he told them, “I’ll go get her down.”

Ava disappeared back inside, the heels of her boots clicking on the worn wood as she cried. Riley anxiously fiddled with her useless phone before tucking it back into her jacket. “What I would give for cell reception. I wish Dean was here.”

Suddenly, Andy was struck with a thought. “You know, you may not need one. I’ve never tried long-distance before, but do you have anything of Dean’s on you? Like--something he touched?”

Looking down at the silver cuff on her wrist, Riley fiddled with it briefly before taking it off. That beautiful moment they shared in the Impala the night before was all too fleeting. At least she still had a piece of him with her.

“Here,” she uttered softly.

Andy took it from her and noticed the inscription inside before glancing up at her. He realized in that instant how much the two meant to each other. He cleared his throat and refocused.

“Alright…”

------

Still in shock over their find at the destroyed Roadhouse, Bobby and Dean went through the wreckage. They searched for clues on whatever Ash had been trying to tell them, but with no luck.

The hunters were finally ready to get back into the Chevy, their hearts heavy with sorrow and worry.

“What the hell did Ash know? We’ve got no way of knowing where Ellen is, or if she’s even alive. We’ve got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now, how the fuck are we gonna find Sam and Riley?

“We’ll find them, Dean.” Bobby was determined to be as unmoved as possible in front of the boy he helped raise. Dean needed a father figure at that moment and Bobby would be damned if he didn’t give him that comfort. Not a second passed before Dean clutched at his head in pain. “Dean?”

The young hunter doubled over and groaned as a flickering image quickly flashed through his mind. It was the same bell in the abandoned town the psychics were trapped in.

“What was that?” Bobby questioned with concern.

“I don’t know,” Dean panted. “A headache?”

“You get headaches like that a lot?”

“No. Must be the stress.” Dean let out a breathy and uncomfortable chuckle. “I could have sworn I saw something.”

“What do you mean? Like a vision? Like what Sam gets?”

“What? No!” he snapped. “Come on, I’m not some fucking psychic.” Abruptly, Dean was hit with another vision and he fell against the car in agony as he cried out. There was another image. Only that time...it was of Sam and Riley.

“Dean? Dean!” Bobby rushed to him and took his shoulder. “Dean? Are you with me?”

Dean laid on the hood, trying to catch his breath. “Yeah, I think so. I saw them. I saw them, Bobby.”

“...It was a vision.”

“Yeah. I don’t know how, but yeah,” Dean stood up and squinted his eyes. “...whew. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels.”

“What else did you see?”

“Uh… there was a bell…”

“What kind of bell?”

“Li--like a big--a big bell,” Dean fumbled over his words, still feeling drained. “...with some kind of engraving on it, I don’t know.

“Engraving?” Bobby’s face flattened as he asked, “was it a tree? Like, an oak tree?”

“Yeah...exactly.”

“I know where they are.”

------

The air in the town of Cold Oak stood still with a biting cold. It was enough to nip at their noses and make the tip of their fingers slightly ache.

Jake, Riley, and Sam were in the aged and forgotten barn, searching for pieces of iron to arm themselves with. Old machinery filled the open space and they were pulling off weak and worn pieces that would meet their needs.

As Sam and Riley struggled, Jake yanked off a bar with his bare hands as if it was nothing. They stopped their efforts and looked up at him in awe.

Realizing he had just revealed his abilities, Jake paused and looked at his new found weapon. “I’m not Superman or anything. It’s no big deal.”

“You were in Afghanistan when this started?” Sam asked, realizing how little they knew about the soldier.

“Yeah, I started getting headaches, and then there was this accident. This guy flipped his vehicle on a bad road. He got pinned underneath. I lifted it off him like it was nothing. Everybody said it was a fluke adrenaline thing.”

“But then you did it again, right?”

“Bench-pressed 800 pounds, stone-cold calm. I never told anybody, of course. It was just too crazy.”

Sam chuckled. “Yeah. Crazy’s relative.”

“I’m starting to get that.” Jake looked over at Riley and tilted up his head as if letting her know he was talking to her. “I really appreciate what you both are doing, by the way.”

She looked at the tall man across the large, rusted tractor between them with curiosity. “What are we doing exactly?”

“Keeping calm--keeping them calm. Especially considering how freaked to hell you both really are. I’ve been in some deep shit before, myself. I know the look.”

After a long pause, Sam leaned against the tractor and sighed. “You wanna know the truth? I got this brother, right? And he’s always telling me how he’s gonna watch out for me, how everything’s gonna be okay. That’s how he’s been with Riley from day one too. You know, kind of like we’ve been telling the others.”

“Sam,” Riley’s voice was soft and solemn. “I don’t wanna admit it. But I don’t know if Dean’s right this time. I don’t think it will be okay. I’ve felt that way for so long now because something big is coming--bigger than any of us have ever seen. It’s gonna get bad, Sam.” She felt almost guilty for admitting that in front of Jake, but he seemed to understand more than the rest of the group. “I don’t know if we’re gonna make it out of this.”

Her brother wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to his side, lovingly. “Me neither, Rye. But all that matters is that we make sure they believe it.”

Jake nodded at what Sam had said. The three soldiers stood in mutual silence, knowing that night might very well be one of their last.

------

Back inside with Ava and Andy, they all split up to line the building’s doors and windows with salt. Lit candles they had stumbled upon were their only light except for the full moon that cast down over them and bled through the windows.

“My horoscope said I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed,” Ava joked with a scoff. Dried tears stained her face as she stared off. “How you guys doing? Holding up?” she asked the hunters.

Sam glanced to Riley who just shrugged. “Yeah, I guess we’re alright. You?”

“Not so alright.” She paused and then studied the other woman in the room. “So, Riley...what’s your story?”

“Rye...she uh--she’s not exactly like us,” Sam answered, turning to his partner with a quirky smirk.

“I’m an empath and a telepath. I have a weird connection to people’s souls and pulled a demon out of someone once. I think I killed it.” Riley folded her arms as she leaned against the wooden walls. “But it was crazy; there was a glow and something else I can barely remember...it was like I went ‘Jedi’ or ‘X-Men’ all of a sudden.”

“That’s friggin’ awesome,” Andy chuckled as he re-entered the room.

Ava looked at her with curiosity. “Wait. Why is yours so different?”

“Honestly?” Riley asked. “I don’t know.”

“Why us? What did we do to deserve this?”

With no real answer to her question, Sam tossed out the first thought that came to mind. “Just lucky, I guess.”

“If it wasn’t for bad luck, we’d have no luck at all. I just can’t wait for this all to be over so I can just pretend it never happened. I just wanna curl up with Brady and watch bad TV.” Ava noticed Riley and Sam shift uncomfortably at what she had said. “What is it? Do you know something that I don’t?”

Riley sucked in her lips, gaining the strength to tell her the truth as she took slow strides towards Ava. “I wish so badly that I didn’t have to tell you this, Ava...”

“Tell me what?”

“When the demon came for you in your house that night, your--” Riley felt sick as she paused. “Your fiancé--I’m so sorry, but he didn’t make it.”

Ava seemed to buckle under the weight of what Riley had just told her. “No, that’s…no!”

As she began to sob, Riley took Ava in her arms to comfort her. Her tears soaked the hunter’s shoulder as she shook.

Still, there was a strange feeling in the air. Ava’s emotions poured from her like a broken faucet, and yet...Riley couldn’t feel any of them.

------

Later that night, the entire group sat silently in the main room. Fear, anxiety, and dread hung over them like a dark cloud and engulfed them all. Some had fallen asleep, while others were too scared to. Both Sam and Riley sat at the base of the wall, leaning against each other. Their eyes fluttered as they struggled to stay awake.

In an instant, in the corner of the room, stood the yellow-eyed demon. Riley and Sa grabbed the other’s hand as their breaths hitched in fear.

“Jake! Behind you!” Sam pointed and shouted.

But Jake stood completely composed, not hearing a single word.

“Howdy, kiddos,” the demon smirked.

Riley’s eyebrows scrunched. “We’re--we’re dreaming.”

“What do you say we all take a little walk?” The creature stared down at them both as its eyes glowed through the darkness.

Reluctantly, the two stood, still holding onto their sibling. As the demon walked outside, they followed close behind. Their eyes filled with hate and a desire to destroy the thing that had ruined their lives.

“You two are awfully quiet. You’re not mad at me, are you?”

Sam’s jaw clenched as he got closer to the demon. He bared his teeth as he seethed, “I’m gonna fucking tear you to shreds, I swear to--”

It chuckled. “When you wake up, tiger, you give it your best shot.”

“Where’s Dean?” Riley bit.

“Quit worrying about Dean. I’d worry more about yourselves.”

“Why? You gonna kill us?”

“I’m trying to help you,” Yellow-eyes said turning toward them. “That’s why we’re talking. You’re the ones I’m rooting for.” It continued to walk on.

Sam looked down at Riley quickly before questioning, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Welcome to the Miss America pageant. Why do you think you’re here? This is a competition. Only one of you crazy kids is gonna make it out of here alive.”

“I thought we were supposed to be--?”

“Soldiers in a coming war? That’s true--you are. But, here’s the thing: I don’t need soldiers. I need a soldier. I just need the one. But when it comes to you two, I’m willing to make an exception.”

Riley shook her head. “What are you talking about?”

Stopping again, the demon spun around to smile malevolently. “Well, I couldn’t just come out and say that, could I? I had to let everyone think they had a fighting chance.” Its yellow eyes fell on Riley, “but you, my dear. As I’ve told you, are my diamond in the rough.”

“And again, you still haven’t told me what that means, you sick fuck.”

The demon laughed to itself. “I always loved how feisty you are. So, fiery.” It took steps to close the space between them and though Riley shook, she stood her ground. The creature inhaled deeply as if it was taking in her scent. “Never, have I met someone like you. Someone... so special.” With another smirk, pleased with itself, it went on. “I know you wonder why you’re different from the rest. Why your abilities have gone into overdrive, so to speak.” Riley’s face twitched with rage. “Your blood--your family’s blood...it’s special.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dear old daddy, he was special himself, wasn’t he? More entuned with others, especially you--always knowing what you needed and understanding you. My girl, he was an empath--the most powerful one I’d ever met actually...until you that is.”

Riley’s eyes grew. “...what?”

Sam took her hand and it seemed to amuse the demon.

“When you died so brutally on that dirty motel floor,” it sneered. “--poor Jackson was so heartbroken. Not just at your death, but that he could no longer feel his ‘baby girl’. The bond you shared--he couldn’t live without it.”

Her eyes welled at the thought of how close she and her father were; how it did always feel like he could almost read her mind.

Jackson was a unique man with one of the most compassionate hearts she had ever known. After living as an empath herself, it finally made sense; Jack lived with the burden of carrying the pain of others.

No words came from her as Riley choked on the lump in her throat.

“But, back to tonight’s million dollar answer--what I need...is a leader.”

Sam could feel his blood boiling beneath his skin. “To lead who?”

“Oh, I’ve already got my army. Or...I will soon, anyway.”

“You son of a bitch”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you hadn’t guessed. I mean, why do you think so many children flamed out already? Max Miller and Andy’s brother, what’s-his-name? They weren’t strong enough. I’m looking for the best and brightest of your generation.”

The soft drizzle of rain slowly had frizzed and dampened their hair as they continued their conversation. Sam had more questions than he knew what to do with. “Our generation?”

“Well, there’s other generations, but let’s just worry about yours. That’s why I’m here. I wanna give you both the inside track. You’re tough. You’re smart. You’re well-trained, thanks to your daddies. Sammy,” the demon’s voice poisoned his nickname. “Little Riley...you’re my favorites,” it whispered almost seductively. “Only one of you all are supposed to make it out, but I’ll make you a deal.”

Riley scoffed as she felt her teeth grind. “I don’t make deals.”

Yellow-eyes chortled through its nose. “Not that kind of deal, sweetheart.”

She loathed hearing it call her what Dean always did in love.

“If you can both survive, then we’ll call it a day. Sam, you--you will be my soldier; the leader of my forces. And Riley,” he hissed. “You--you my dear are worthy of so much more. I want you at my side. We would rule together over a new world. I can teach you to use your abilities in ways you never imagined. You could be more powerful than anything the world has ever known. I don’t know what made you what you are, but--” the demon licked it’s bottom lip as it sized her up. “--I’m itching to find out. You and I--we could be immortal...together.”

“I would rather die,” Riley snapped through her teeth.

“Well, that’s not something I want to happen. So...make sure it doesn’t,” it winked with a hooked eyebrow.

“You ruined our lives,” Sam’s wrath dripped from his words. “You killed everyone we loved.”

“The cost of doing business, I’m afraid. I mean, sweet little Jessica--she just had to die. You were all set to marry that little blonde thing, become a tax lawyer with two kids, a beer gut, and a little McMansion in the suburbs.”

“And Deb?” Riley’s lip trembled, afraid of the answer.

An evil grin crept up the demon’s face that sent chills up the hunter’s spine. “Auntie hated your hunting gig, didn’t she? Hated that she couldn’t keep you safe. Sweet Debbie was gonna make you a partner at the diner. She knew you wouldn’t be able to turn down her offer. You would have been stuck in Lawrence, and you would never have partnered up with Sammy here.”

Riley could hear a serpent-like hissing coming from inside the creature.

“Why do you think you can hear his thoughts and not the others? You were meant to be together. I had to ensure that--ensure that you had that bond. And I needed you both sharp, on the road, honing your skills--your gifts.”

Sam’s hand clenched in Riley’s. “What about our moms?”

“That was bad luck. They walked in on us. Wrong place, wrong time. It was never about them. It was always about you two.” There was a long pause as the hunters stood frozen in shock of all they had just been told. The demon snickered. “I’m feeling like you’ve caught me in a charitable mood. I’ll show you what I mean.”

The demon snapped its fingers and suddenly, Riley and Sam stood in a nursery with the evil creature at their side. They were both dumbfounded as their eyes scanned over the room. Soft blue walls surrounded them with the windows adorned in printed curtains. Stuffed animals were nearly on every shelf and a glowing nightlight moon cast it’s soft glow onto a wooden crib in the middle of the room. Inside, laid a baby boy in a blue onesie, his eyes filled with tears as he cooed and cried quietly. Next to the crib, stood a tall, dark shadow that hovered over the infant.

They were in Sam’s nursery on that fateful night over 23 years ago.

“Look familiar?” Yellow-eyes asked, teasingly. “It should.”

“Oh, my god…” Sam uttered under his breath.

Riley looked up at him with silent questions, but could see from the tears in his eyes exactly where they were.

Sam and Riley both went to charge over towards the crib, but the demon put out an arm to stop them. “Relax, kids. This is just a high-def instant replay. Enjoy the show.”

A young Mary Winchester walked into the room to answer baby Sam’s cries, shuffling her feet in exhaustion. She noticed the dark figure and assumed it was John. “Is he hungry?”

The creature just replied with a silent, “Shh.”

As she turned to leave, Sam panicked and yelled for her. “Mom! Mom!”

“What did I just tell you? She can’t hear you. This isn’t real.”

Riley and Sam watched in horror as the memory played out.

Yellow-eyes had slowly cut his wrist with his long and claw-like nails. With that slit open, drops of blood fell onto the lips and in the mouth of baby Sam.

“What the fuck are you doing to him?” Riley demanded.

“You mean, what did I do for you both?” The demon’s eyes met hers as she trembled. “Oh yes, consider this a snippet into my visit to your bedside as well.” Yellow-eyes gave his attention back to the flashback. “Better than mother’s milk.”

“Does this mean that we have--demon blood in us?” Sam’s fury grew, but Riley could feel disgust with himself growing alongside it. “Answer me!” he shouted.

At that moment, Mary rushed back into the room. She came to a quick halt as she grasped the door frame and looked inside. The demon turned at her return and glared its yellow eyes.

“It’s you,” she uttered.

“She knew you!” Sam reacted in shock.

Mary began to walk closer to the crib as an unseen force thrust her back against the wall. She was stuck, with her arms almost above her head, completely at the demon’s mercy.

They all watched as Mary slowly moved up the wall until she is pinned on the ceiling above them.

Riley covered her mouth and gasped in terror.

“No! No!” Sam screamed.

“I don’t think you wanna see the rest of this.” Yellow-eyes snapped his fingers once again and they were all back in Cold Oak.

Both Sam and Riley were still leaning against the same wall they had been when their dream began.

“Guys, wake up!” Andy pleaded.

Sam and Riley panted heavily as they caught their bearings and looked up at Andy and Jake.

“Ava’s gone.”

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Riley, Sam, and Jake rushed outside, their shoes squishing in the fresh mud. Andy had stayed inside to wait in case she would come back.

“Sam, you go check the hotel. Jake--the houses.” Riley ordered. “I’ll take the barn.”

Sam nodded. “Meet back here in ten minutes.”

They all headed off towards their designated searches, alone and into the dark.

Meanwhile, Andy had been watching them from the window. He turned to walk into the next open space and his feet creaked on the wood as he carefully stepped over the salt.

When he looked up, Ava was in the room with him. Little did he know she was dragging a finger across the windowsill, breaking the salt line.

“Ava! Where’d you go? Didn’t you hear us yelling?”

She turned around with no expression on her face. “Yeah, I heard you.” Ava’s face was cold and vacant as she put her fingers to her temples in concentration.

A cloud of black demon smoke appeared outside the window. With the line broken, it slithered under the crack and inside.

Andy stood motionless, confused and scared. “What are you doing?”

The smoke quickly materialized into the demon girl they had seen before. It bared its claws and snarled at Andy before wasting no time to attack. He was forced to the floor and screamed in pain as his chest was ripped open. Andy’s blood splattered all around and shot onto the window pane. It poured into the cracks of the wooden paneled floor as Andy choked on his own blood before meeting an agonizing end.

Studying his corpse, Ava grew more and more amused with a sinister smile on her face for a brief second. She then suddenly let out a deafening scream.

After hearing her blood-curdling cries, the hunters outside sprinted back to the house. They saw her crying and quaking with fear as she pointed to Andy’s body on the floor.

Sam and Riley stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of their friend’s mangled body. Riley gasped.

“Oh, my god. You guys,” Ava’s words were almost unintelligible as she sobbed. “I just found him like this!”

“Jesus Christ,” Sam almost gagged staring at the scene. “What happened?”

Riley shook her head adamantly. “No. No way that thing got in here.” She went to the window and checked the salt lines to see one broken and turned to back to Ava sternly. “Who did that, Ava?”

“I don’t know--maybe Andy…”

With a serious voice, Sam interrupted her. “Andy wouldn’t do that. That line wasn’t broken when we left.” There was silence between them before he grew angry for an answer. “Ava!”

“What? You don’t think that I--?” she blubbered.

Stepping closer, Riley’s face grew stone cold and challenging. “I’ll tell you what I think, Ava. You’re the only one of us with time that was unaccounted for; five months of time. And you got a headache right before the demon got to Lily, didn’t you?”

Sam put the pieces together at the same time his sister did and they shared a knowing look. They both stared her down, demanding answers.

Ava dropped her act as her fake tears ran down her face. She sniffled and laughed a little. “Had you going though, didn’t I?” Ava wiped her eyes as if it was nothing. “Yeah. I’ve been here a long time, and not alone either. People just keep showing up--children, like us. Batches of three or four at a time.”

“Oh my god,” Riley almost whispered. “You killed them all.”

“I’m the undefeated heavyweight champ. And I don’t think ‘god’ had much to do with this, Riley.”

“How could you?” Sam scoffed with a look of disgust.

“I had no choice,” she replied, all too matter-of-fact about it. “It's me or them. After a while, it was easy. It was even kind of fun. I just stopped fighting it.”

“Fighting what?”

“Who we are, Sam. If you'd just quit your hand-wringing and open yourself up, you have no idea what you can do. The learning curve is so fast, it’s crazy--the switches that just flip in your brain.” Ava chuckled. “I can’t believe I started out just having dreams. Do you know what I can do now?”

“Control demons.”

“Ah, you are quick on the draw. You know, Riley, when you told me about your abilities, I was sure you’d already decided to play for the other team. But...doesn’t really matter now.” Putting her hands to her head, Ava focused once more. “Yeah, I’m sorry, guys. But it’s over.”

That same cloud of black smoke returned to the window.

Just as it was about to enter, Jake came from behind Ava and wrapped his arms around her throat. In one swift motion, he twisted her neck, killing her instantly.

As Ava’s body thumped to the ground, the demonic smoke turned in the other direction, disappearing once again.

------

“I think we can make it out of here now,” Sam told Riley and Jake as they left the building.

Riley nodded. “I think you’re right. She was the one summoning the Acheri. Now that she’s dead, it shouldn’t come back.”

“Yeah, we gotta go.”

As Riley and Sam walked slightly ahead, Jake shook his head. “Not ‘we’.”

The hunters turned to him, stunned.

“Only one of us is getting out of here. I--I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I had a vision. That Yellow-Eyed demon or whatever it was--he talked to me. He told me how it was.”

Riley’s breath quickened as she pleaded with Jake. “No, no, you can’t listen to it, okay?”

“He’s not letting us go--” Jake told them sternly. “Only one. Now, if we don’t play along, he’ll kill all three of us. Now, I--I like you both--I do, but do the math here. What good’s it do for all of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon--I can kill the bastard.”

“Come with us and we will kill it together, Jake.”

“There’s no way for me to know you won’t turn on me.”

“Okay, look,” Sam slowly took out his knife and showed it to Jake before placing it on the ground. Both he and Riley slightly put their hands up in surrender to offer peace. “Just come with us, Jake. Don’t do this. Don’t play into what it wants.”

After a tense pause, Jake moved to place his piece of metal onto the ground and the hunters sighed with relief.

“Okay,” Sam exhaled.

Suddenly, Jake punched Sam. The soldier’s super-strength sent him flying across the field, thudding to the ground.

Riley went to dive for a weapon. Though before she could even bend down, she too was struck. She went into the air and crashed through the nearby wooden fence. It broke on impact as Riley went unconscious.

Sam was on the ground, winded and groaning in pain. When he looked up all he could do was watch as Jake strode over to him quickly and with purpose.

The soldier reared his foot back, ready to punt Sam in the head, the hunter kicked back at him. The two exchanged hit after hit with Sam still on the ground before he leveraged himself up.

Each landed multiple punches, but one powerful blow hit Sam’s right shoulder with a bone-crunching sound. The pain knocked him back to the ground. Sam forced himself up swiftly, moaning through the pain of his broken bones.

Jake approached again and swung at Sam as the hunter ducked out of the way. The soldier’s punch went through a wooden railing, temporarily holding him in place.

Taking his opportunity, Sam kneed Jake several times before kicking him down. The soldier laid there for a moment, out of breath, before fumbling to stand.

It was then that Sam picked up the iron bar that Jake had surrendered earlier and struck him with it, knocking him out.

As Sam got closer to Jake, he stood over him, looking at him with ragged breaths and anger. Sam lifted the bar, ready to strike, but hesitated.

At that moment, Sam decided not to be the monster he feared becoming. He would choose his own destiny just as Riley and Dean told him he could.

So, tossing the bar to the ground, Sam reluctantly showed Jake mercy and stumbled away.

With her eyes struggling to open, Riley grabbed at her throbbing head. Her body felt limp and heavy as she tried to get up. When it was too difficult, her face collapsed back into the small patch of grass.

Suddenly, a feeling Riley had never experienced before consumed her. It was as if the clock had stopped and she was frozen in time.

A flashing image flickered through her mind. She watched as Sam collapsed to his knees into the mud. His eyes rolled back before his lids shut, never to open again.

Riley and Dean held his lifeless body and sobbed, begging for their brother to come back to them. Dean cried out for Sam with his hands covered in his little brother’s blood.

Riley could feel every emotion as though it was actually happening. The loss of Sam tore at her in a way she hadn’t felt since the death of her father. Air left her lungs as her walls fell. Dean’s grief, toppled with her own, was enough to make Riley wonder if dying alongside Sam would be less painful than a life without him.

As the vision ended, Riley’s eyes were flooded with tears. Her body trembled in agony, still reeling from the premonition. Riley’s vision didn’t show her what exactly would happen to Sam, but she had to stop it. If she didn’t, her brother would die in that field that night.

Across the way, Riley could see Sam, holding onto his shoulder making his way over to her.

“Riley…” he cried.

Jake was nowhere in sight, so Riley used all the strength she had left to pull herself to her feet. She groaned as every muscle hurt from the collision into the fence. Blood dripped down the side of her head as she began to hobble across the field to Sam.

They nearly collapsed into each other’s arms, both staggering from sheer exhaustion after the beatings they had taken.

“Sam! Riley!”

Turning to the sound of Dean calling their names, the two saw him and Bobby in the distance. Their flashlights bounced around as they began their approach to the wounded hunters.

Riley and Sam started to trudge through the wet ground beneath them with smiles on their faces.

“Dean!” Sam called with a grin and heavy breath.

Dean’s voice turned to one of panic as he screamed, “guys, look out!” He and Bobby immediately began to run towards them.

In that instant, Riley heard static coming from behind them growing louder and louder. She knew, Jake was back and coming for them both. Riley’s vision wouldn’t come true because she would make sure that it didn’t.

Without hesitation, Riley shoved Sam’s weak body away, hard into the ground before spinning on her heel.

As if in slow motion, Riley looked up as she turned to see herself face to face with the soldier. A pain she had never known hit her with force and she gasped out. Riley’s mouth fell slightly agape as she looked down at the handle of the blade that had been thrust under her ribcage. Her eyes went back to Jake’s as he twisted the knife, hard, briefly picking her up off her feet by the hilt.

“No!!!” Dean screamed at the top of his lungs. He sprinted as fast as his legs would carry him, his terrified voice echoing through the quiet night.

The blade squelched as Jake pulled it from her body. He knew he couldn’t stay and took off in a desperate attempt to escape from the wrath of the others.

Sam could barely move as he cried her name deep from his gut in agony, “Riley!” He stumbled to his feet, hunched and weak.

Riley’s hands clutched at her fresh wound while warm blood poured over them. She was in a state of shock, only releasing small groans of pain, her feet fumbling to turn back toward the brothers.

Her eyes glistened with tears as she realized what had just happened. Riley’s knees gave way and she collapsed to the ground just as Sam had in her vision.

Dean slid across the mud to grasp her by the jacket and hold her up as Sam fell beside them. His large hands grabbed at her along with his brother’s. Bobby never stopped running as he charged in Jake’s direction with his shotgun in hand.

Riley looked at Dean as blood found its way to the corner of her mouth. A small gurgle came from her throat and she slightly twitched in his hands.

“Rye,” he pleaded. “Lemme look at you.” Dean glanced down at her blood covered hands and put one of his on top of them.

Both Winchesters kept saying her name, desperately trying to keep her alert.

“Baby, stay with me, okay?” Dean told her.

Riley’s head wobbled weakly as she began to go limp.

Sam’s eyes filled up as he brushed the hair away from her face and choked on his words. “Riley…? Rye--please…”

“We got you,” Dean said lovingly as his voice broke. “We got you. We’re here. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? I’m gonna take care of you. I promised--I would always take care of you.” His hands held the sides of her face trying to get her to look at him.

The blue eyes that brought Dean to life and gave him purpose began to flutter shut. “Rye. Rye. Riley, look at me, sweetheart.”

Her body slumped forward into his arms while both brothers begged for her to hold on.

“No, no, no, no, no...baby, not like this…” Dean cried. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her as her blood soaked through his shirt. The warmth of it dripped down his chest and Riley’s face crashed into the crook of his neck.

With his hand in her hair, Dean held her close to him. Tears streamed down his face as he buried himself into Riley’s shoulder.

Sam nearly threw himself helplessly against her back and rubbed down one of her arms. The brothers held her together in the rain and rocked her in their arms as she died. They openly wept and howled in pain at their loss as they drowned in grief.

Riley was gone.

Dean shook her one more time as tears dripped over his mouth and down his neck. Suffering more than he could bear, he released an earth-shattering scream into the heavens.

“Riley!”

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writingkeepsmewhole · 6 years ago

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Old Friends

This is part 23 of A Team. Blows my mind there is this many parts to this haha.

Emily and Andy adjust to their life them going to town only to run into an old friend.

Andy Biersack x OC Emily

Warnings: Word or two maybe

Taglist let me know if you wanna be added: @panicatangelica @bvbarmy-jaci

Part 1 Part 22

I was standing in the kitchen the sound of the hockey game coming from the living room. Me and Andy were settled. Him inviting Joe and the band over to watch the game together.

"I gotta say this is something I never thought I'd see." Ashley says coming into the kitchen. It only separated by a half wall.

"What me barefoot and pregnant?" I ask getting the shredded cheese out of the fridge.

"No, Andy throwing a party."

"Oh yeah I love my little introvert."

"He can hear you." Andy says getting a smile from me.

"So I guess you did it." Ashley says taking the beer I hand him.

"Did what?" I ask putting the sour cream on the counter.

"You chained him down."

Laughing I roll my eyes.

"Well he was already with someone I just loved him. You'll settle down when you find someone."

"I like being wild. I don't think I'm ready to give that up."

"Oh Ash I would expect nothing less."

Dipping a bowl of chili I sat it on the tray with a drink and crackers.

"Food's done." I say bringing the tray to Andy.

"Thanks cupcake." He says not looking away from the TV.

"Your welcome batman." I say sitting next to him.

"You all feel free to serve yourself." I say to the everyone.

"Looks good." Andy says looking at me since it was a commercial.

Most women get mad that a man won't pay attention to them when a game is on but I never minded it.

Even more now. Andy has done so much for me I enjoyed seeing him happy.

Andy's hand sat on my knee as him and Joe talked.

I liked that we were finally able to relax. Who knew normal was a good thing.

I was cleaning up the kitchen Andy saying goodbye to Jake and CC them the last to leave. I was washing dishes when i felt arms wrap around me. Andy kissing my neck his hands landing on my stomach.

"How's my girls doing?" He asks him kissing my shoulder.

"One is tired and the other is doing flips." I say moving Andy's hand to the side of my stomach.

Gently pushing his fingers down right where her foot kicked the side of my stomach.

"Feel it?"

"I did. I really felt it this time." He says spinning me around to face me.

A huge grin on his face.

"Make her do it again." He says placing his hands on my stomach.

Laughing I softly poke the underside of my stomach. Her kicking again.

"That's so amazing." he says making me grin.

"Does it hurt?"

"Sometimes but at the moment no." I say feeling her flip. Andy must have too his blue eyes growing to the size of saucers.

"That was her turning over." I explain.

"That's fucking amazing."

I nod smiling feeling my eyes water. "Hey what's wrong?" He asks gently holding my face.

"I’m just happy." I say shrugging feeling stupid for crying.

"Cupcake that's a good thing. Don't cry." He says wiping my cheeks.

"You've done so much for me and your here. I never thought I'd ever be here."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He says kissing me his lips warm and familiar.

I close my eyes kissing him back holding onto his shirt. He wraps his arm around me it resting on my hip the other was still on my face. He kisses me softly as if he is gonna break me but I don't mind it.

I had to be tough my whole life with Andy I could be fragile and I loved it.

Pulling away from me he presses his forehead to mine. I close my eyes take a shaky breath.

"I love you, you know that right?" He says making me blush.

"I know. I love you too I'm just the broken one remember?"

"It's okay I'll put you back together."

Smiling I give him a quick peck then wipe my face.

"I need to finish cleaning up so we can go to the store." I say meeting his blue eyes with my green ones.

"I'll get the living room." He says kissing me again then leaving kisses all over my face making me laugh.

"Andy stop." I say giggling.

"Fine I'll be good." He says stopping.

"Thank you."

"Of course." He says pulling away from me and walking into the living room picking up the bowl of chips.

After we cleaned up we left the house getting into Andy's car. Normal we would just walk to the store and back but my feet was not having it.

We walked into the store my fingers tangled with Andy's.

"I have to potty." I say walking towards the bathroom.

"Meet me in the produce section?"

"Deal." I say letting go of his hand and going to the bathroom.

When I came back I walk to the produce section easily spotting Andy. It was hard to lose a 6ft tall tattooed guy.

He was talking to two teenagers both grinning from ear to ear.

"Honey did you make new friends?" I ask walking up to him.

"Oh my gosh your Emily!" The girl with the lip piercing says making me smile.

"That's me." I say nodding my hand going to my stomach when the baby rolls. She was very active today.

"Not to be rude but are you pregnant?" The other girl asks. Vicky was her name i’m guessing by the necklace she's wearing.

"I am." I say looking at Andy hoping he won't get mad for me telling them.

"That's so cute! You two will make the cutest baby."

"Thank you." Andy says wrapping his arm around me his hand going into my back pocket.

"Well we will let you get back to shopping. Thanks for the picture." They say and walk off talking to each other.

"You made their day." I say smiling at him.

"Yeah but they seemed to like you too."

"Duh I'm awesome."

Smiling he kisses the top of my head us start looking for what we need.

We were putting stuff in the car talking about what to eat when I took a step back running into someone.

"I'm sorry" we both say looking at each other.

I didn't recognize the person her dirty and clearly homeless.

"Emily?" The woman said hugging me.

"Umm hi." I say patting her.

"Your alive." She says smiling at me.

"Ma'am you need to take a step back." Andy asks calmly.

"Hey I know you. You're that guy at the club." She says pointing at him.

"The club? Alexis is that you?" I ask her, her looking at me.

"Yes its me!"

"I thought you died." I say hugging her.

"What happened?"

"That crazy guy came to the house and started pouring gas everywhere. He thought I was asleep in my room I snuck out the window."

"What's going on?" Andy asks looking at me.

"Oh this Alexis my old roommate and best friend before you kidnapped me. Alexis this is Andy."

"Andy? Thee Andy?" She asks looking at him.

"Yeah?" he says looking at me.

"I was kinda in love with you. She knew about it. I never stopped wearing your necklace." I say touching it.

"Wait did you say he kidnapped you?"

"Long story get in you are coming home with us."

"She is?" Andy says.

"Yes." I say like it's obvious.

When we get home with Alexis help we get all the food in. Stretching I peel my coat off hearing a gasp.

"Pregnant! Your pregnant!" she says pointing at my stomach.

"Oh yeah." I say blushing.

"I'll let you two talk. You gonna be okay?" Andy asks looking at me.

"I'm okay." I say nodding.

"Alright I'll be in the bedroom." He says kissing my cheek.

I move to the kitchen to start putting the food away.

“So what the hell happened that night? I went to the club after what Jack did and you were gone.”

“I was with him.” I say looking at her.

“He came and picked me up at the club and took me to a hotel room….” I say going over what happened that night.

“He hurt me pretty bad I got away from him and started running. I woke up in Andy’s hotel room.”

“How'd that happen.”

“You said he was at the club right?”

“Yeah.” She says nodding.

“They were staying at a hotel nearby. Don’t know why. Andy was on tour they had the bus but things happen. I got lucky.”

“So you and him have been together ever since?”

“No.” I say smiling.

“He was with someone. I say he kidnapped me because when I found out who he was and that he didn’t remember me I ran. I came back, and when I woke up I was on the bus. About had a heart attack in the small bunk though.” I say laughing.

“So he kidnapped you why?”

“I think he felt guilty. His life went one way and mine went another. I think he wanted to help me and he did.”

“Okay so how did this-.” She says gesturing to my stomach.

“Happen?”

“I was with them a month or so we all went out and got drunk. Andy took me back to the bus we had sex.”

“That’s it?”

“We got together a few days after.”

“What happened to the girlfriend?”

“She cheated. Was cheating. After what we did Andy went to go tell her and found her with someone else.”

“Damn.. That’s nuts.”

“That’s just half of it.”

“The other half?”

“I’ll tell you after you take a shower. Come on I got some clothes that will fit you.” I say walking up the steps.

“So you got everything you always wanted?”

“Yeah.. I guess I did.” I say stopping at the bathroom door.

“Go on in I’ll bring you some clothes.”

She nods and walks inside shutting the door.

I go to the bedroom Andy sitting on the floor papers surrounding him.

“Writing songs?” I ask stepping over a few to get to the dresser.

“Yeah.”

“Didn’t you just put out Wretched and Divine?”

“Yes but I got all these words in my head that I need to get out.”

“Write that down that was pretty good.”

“Funny.” He says looking up at me.

“Really I liked it.” I say bending down to kiss him. It just a quick peck.

I move over him again and head across the hall to the bathroom. Hearing the water running I open the door just a bit.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” Alexis calls back.

I open the door and step inside shutting it back.

Setting the clothes on the sink I take a breath.

“How did you get here?” I ask her.

“To LA I mean.”

“After what happened I wanted to get as far away from that place as I could. I came looking for you when I saw on the news about Jack being killed I took that as a sigh to leave.”

“Jack’s dead? I was wondering if I killed him.”

“You did it?” She asks sounded shocked.

“I told you I got away. He was keeping me locked up.”

“Emily how much hardship are you gonna go threw in your life?”

“I hope I’m done for a long while.”

“Let’s talk about something else. How did you find out you were pregnant?”

“The hospital told me.”

“The hospital?” She asks poking her head out at me her hair covered in soap.

Sighing I drop my head.

“My dad found me.”

“Damn your life it like a TV drama.” She says going back in the shower.

“Yeah tell me about it.”

“What happened?”

“He saw a picture of me online I think and tracked me down. Kidnapped me tried to lock me up and make everything as messed up as it was when I was a teenager.”

“What did you do? How’d you get away?”

“I ran. Got hit by a car took back. I kicked him down the steps. Andy came with the police and found me. The doctor told me I was gonna have a baby.”

“Well at least something good came out of it.”

“That’s true.”

“Do you know what it is yet?” She asks turning the shower off.

I pick up a town and hand it to her threw the curtain.

“She’s a girl.”

“Aww cute! Name?” She asks hoping the curtain wrapped in the towel.

“Anily. It’s mine and Andy’s name put together.”

“That’s very twilight of you.”

“Hush!” I say waving my arm at her.

“Get out so I can get dressed.”

Laughing I step out of the bathroom Andy still in the floor.

“Write anything good yet?” I ask walking in and sitting across from him leaning on the bed.

“It’s kinda dark.”

“So?”

Clearing his throat he picked up the notepad in front of him and softly started to sing.

A lonely heart remains until we know the truth But if it stays the same, can we make it through? A life without the hurt, a life without you

“I like it.” I say smiling.

“Yeah but I don’t like that for the beginning of the song.”

“What’s the song about?”

“Changes. The changes in our lives. It’s about getting up and walking away. To move forward.”

“Then that’s how you started it. Started with How our lives have changed. Eww no I don’t like that. Now our lives have changed.”

“I can work with that.” He says smiling making me smile back.

“Is this what you two do all day?” Alexis asks drying her hair off looking much for like herself now.

“Not everyday. This is a lazy day.” I say standing up with the help of the bed.

“Wow your pregnant.” She says making me laugh.

“Yeah I am. We went over this.”

“I know but it’s just hard to believe. You never wanted kids and look at you.”

“I wanted kids I just wanted to love the father and to be able to raise the baby right.”

“Well you got that now right?”

“Right.” I say smiling down at Andy him smiling back.

“So what do we do now?”

“Now? Now we go make food.”

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cyrusgoodboye · 7 years ago

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A bully is mean with Cyrus ( not necessarily because of his sexuality) and TJ is pissed.

Basketball Day - a Tyrus fanfiction

I apologize for the extremely long wait. I really liked this idea, and it was a very fun idea to play around with. I hope you enjoy it!

On the third Friday of every month, Jefferson Middle School’s gym coach allowed (forced was a better word in Cyrus’s opinion) his students to partake in a monthly game of basketball. This usually enabled the Good Hair Crew and Jonah to form a group of their own (mostly Buffy and Jonah played, although Jonah was admittedly not that great at the sport, while Andi and Cyrus would stand idly by, making sure it looked like they were participating whenever their coach threw a glance their way.) It was the perfect setup; everyone got the chance to spend time with their friends, and no one got hurt! However, on the third Friday of April, the group’s normal routine did not play out like they had expected it to.

“Cyrus, come on!” Andi groaned, dragging her best friend Cyrus towards gymnasium. Getting Cyrus to come to gym was probably the biggest chore of all of the responsibilities that came with being Cyrus’s friend. That boy did not like PE.

“I don’t wanna!” he whined. He stumbled over the threshold as she dragged him towards his inevitable doom. Oh, how he despised gym class.

By the time that gym had rolled around that Friday morning, Cyrus’s day was already off to a bad start. He had missed another opportunity to possess one of the much coveted chocolate chocolate-chip muffins, he hadn’t gotten the grade he had wanted on his most recent algebra test, and, even worse, Buffy was missing school.

It was a rare occurrence for his best friend, and Cyrus felt naked without her at his side. Of course he missed her, and it was tough to face the day without her random quips about Ultimate Frisbee, or her unrelenting support, but nevertheless, Cyrus wholeheartedly approved of her absence. She was finally getting the opportunity to spend the day with her mom, who had just returned from her lengthy deployment, and Cyrus knew how far and few between chances like this came for his best friend. His only worry was that him, Andi, and Jonah might have to find a fourth team member that they didn’t really know well, or one that didn’t know them that well, either. Those people usually made fun of him.

Once Andi finally got Cyrus past the entrance and into the gymnasium (Andi had to bribe him with tater tots from The Spoon, but the trade was well worth it in her opinion), she ordered him to stay put while she went to go look for Jonah. Cyrus watched her run off into another direction, and he felt his heart begin to pound. He hated being by himself.

In order to calm his nerves, he began glancing around at his classmates, looking at potential prospects for a fourth teammate. This is good, he told himself as his heart rate began to decrease steadily. Just keep…oh.

Cyrus’s eye caught on a certain basketball player, and his heart stopped altogether. T.J. Kippen.

Cyrus watched T.J. run a hand through his effortlessly tousled hair as he talked to a group of what Cyrus assumed were his friends, and he felt an unexplainable urge to touch the boy’s wavy, chestnut locks. Why did it look so soft?

Cyrus blushed when T.J. fleetingly glanced his way, and he ducked his head to conceal his flushed cheeks. That was a close one, he thought to himself. Be more careful!

Post-bar-mitzvah, Cyrus could admit that his feelings for T.J. had grown into something…different. Something that made his heart pound in his chest, his palms sweat, and his words to get stuck in his throat. And, maybe, something he couldn’t entirely label just yet.

Somehow, it felt a little different for what he felt for Jonah, or used to feel, that was. Whatever feelings he had harbored in his heart for the Frisbee player were now shifting to T.J., the most recent object of his affections. It was all so confusing, and even more so when he couldn’t talk to anyone about it (besides Andi and Buffy). Cyrus longed for the day where he could be open about his huge secret with everyone; especially his family. It was starting to become really hard to keep such a huge secret from his four shrink parents…

Before Cyrus could finish his thought, a bell-like laugh emitted from the basketball player, and the butterflies in his belly stirred uneasily at the sound. He loved it when he witnessed T.J. being happy and lighthearted.

Prior to having been introduced to him (he was still calling him Scary Basketball Guy at this point), Cyrus caught glimpses of the brooding basketball player in the halls or in their few shared classes. He had always wondered what T.J.’s problem was. Was being the captain of the basketball team too much pressure on him? Was he struggling with family problems? Or was he just a jerk that didn’t care who he hurt?

However, upon meeting him, Cyrus was surprised by how kind T.J. was to him, a complete contrast to how he treated Buffy. He never would have guessed that the same basketball player who was so spiteful to his best friend would even be capable of being caring and comforting, let alone to him.

In the end, Cyrus learned that T.J. had a learning disability, and he also felt inferior compared to other students (like Buffy) academically and physically, which caused him to lash out. It was almost hard to believe that someone that held himself up so high and mighty on the outside was actually hurting pretty badly on the inside.

Cyrus was broken from his thoughts when he noticed T.J. begin to slowly turn towards him, and suddenly everything felt like it was in slow motion. His heart rate began to climb rapidly; this was like the part in the cliche rom-com where the main protagonist met her love interest’s gaze from across the room, both of them thinking about how they were each other’s true love. Granted, Cyrus wasn’t a girl, and T.J. would never be into him like that, but still, a boy could dream.

When T.J. fully faced him, he caught Cyrus’s eye, and the corners of his mouth upturned in a slow smile. T.J. raised his hand and waved endearingly at him, and Cyrus internally swooned. He grinned widely back, beginning to return the sweet gesture, but T.J.’s friend pulled him back into their oh-so-important conversation before he got the chance.

At the sudden loss of interaction with T.J., Cyrus frowned. You can always talk to him later, he thought, trying to console himself. It’s not like it’s the end of the world. Except it was. It always was the end of the world in his mind.

In order to hide his disappointment, Cyrus busied himself by untying and retying his shoelaces. In his case, they could never be knotted too tight! It was a good distraction, too, from all the surrounding rambunctious students that were making his stress levels rise unnecessarily.

When the remaining students finally joined their peers in the gymnasium, dressed and ready to go, their gym coach stormed in with a clipboard in his hands.

Instead of waiting for them to settle down their chatter naturally, he blew sharply into his whistle, and the noise pierced the air with its shrill tone. Cyrus winced at the sound, and he shrinked back as the coach glared at all of them. He didn’t think he’d ever seen the coach so mad. Well, except for yesterday, he added in his mind.

“Everyone quiet!” the coach demanded, causing a group of eighth-grade boys to pause in their obnoxiously loud conversation. They smirked at each other, not seeming to care about their obviously frazzled coach. “Because of an incident that occurred during yesterday’s game of flag football,” Coach Anderson said, shooting a not-so-subtle glance at the boys that were just talking, “Dr. Metcalf has requested that I assign teams instead of allowing you to do it yourselves.”

At first, the students were baffled into silence. They weren’t allowed to pick their teammates? It was the most absurd thing they had ever heard! Then, all at once, the middle schoolers outburst at the new rule, causing chaos within the spacious gym room.

“You can’t do that!”

“That’s not fair!”

“Why should we all get punished?”

A jumble of complaints and cries about the coach’s decision went on and on, and Cyrus prepared his ears. He didn’t have to be a genius to predict what was going to happen next: one, two…

The coach blew whistle, effectively silencing the middle school students. “Enough!” Coach Anderson barked as the middle schoolers covered their ears in discomfort. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” As the students shuffled nervously, shifting from foot to foot in anticipation, the coach began to call out groups. “Team 1 is Andi, Gus, Denise, and Jonah.”

Cyrus gulped, and his panic began to rise in his throat. How had Andi and Jonah been put together but not him? And what was he going to do? What if he got stuck with someone he didn’t know? Or even worse…someone who would tease him…

Cyrus tried to shake his worries away, albeit unsuccessfully. Why was he born with a tendency to worry about everything?

He glanced over at T.J., and he longed for the boy to be on his team. T.J. always knew how to make him feel calm with his presence (except when Cyrus allowed himself to get worked up about his feelings for the boy), which was a welcome change from the constant anxious frenzy inside of his mind.

As the coach continued down the list, Cyrus got more and more distressed. He had originally hoped that he would get paired with some of the classmates in his grade (at least he’d know them), but most of them had already been called. Even T.J., his last hope, had been assigned to Team 4. The day seemed determined to be a nightmare specifically designed for Cyrus to endure, and painfully so.

After calling a few more names, Coach Anderson finally gave the answer to the question that Cyrus had been uneasily waiting for. “Team 6 is Cyrus, Kyle, Aaron, and Cameron.”

Cyrus felt his stomach clench. He had never even talked to any of these boys, but he had a feeling that they wouldn’t be too accepting about having him as their teammate.

Aaron was the only one out of the bunch that was from his grade, although they had never talked. Aaron seemed decent enough, from what Cyrus could tell. He was quiet, and he kept to himself, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

Cameron, on the other hand, was a different story. Cyrus hadn’t talked to him either, but he knew that Cameron was the captain of the soccer team. From the horror stories that Cyrus heard about him through Buffy, he was even more ruthless than T.J. had been just a few months ago.

Even so, Kyle was the most callous of them all. In fact, Cyrus and the rest of his peers had witnessed the boy’s cruelty first-hand during flag football yesterday.

It had started out as a normal, innocent game; Buffy was dominating as usual, Jonah was attempting to follow Buffy’s strict commands in order to appease her (she was the team captain, after all), Andi was continually trying to keep up with their teammates (how exactly did one play flag football, anyway?), and Cyrus was cowering in the corner in order to stay out of everyone’s way. He wasn’t really sure how to play the game, and it looked too intense to actually partake in. And there was a lot of running. He couldn’t deal with lots of running.

However, the one rule Cyrus did know about the sport was that there was no tackling allowed. But, as the game progressed, it was apparent that this rule was not being followed by his classmates. By the end of the class, one kid had a bloody nose and the other had her glasses broken beyond repair. All because of Kyle and his corrupt band of jerk friends.

When inquired by Coach Anderson and Dr. Metcalf, Kyle played off his offense as ‘an accident,’ claiming that him and his buddies had gotten excited in the midst of the game and tripped, crashing right into their poor victims. Dr. Metcalf and Coach Anderson suspected foul play, but because there was no evidence to support their suspicions, they were forced to go along with it. However, this clearly was not stopping their principal from taking the matter into his own hands.

“Cyrus?” Andi asked, nudging him. Cyrus shook himself from his thoughts. When had she shown up beside him? “Are you going to be okay?”

Cyrus glanced worriedly at the coach, who was already chastising a student that had requested a switch. He frowned, but tried to hide his trepidation from his best friend. You’ll be okay. “I’ll be fine,” he insisted, reiterating his own thoughts aloud. He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more: Andi or himself. “Go have fun with Jonah.” Cyrus forced a smile upon his face, but he could tell that she saw the insincerity behind it.

She looked questioningly at her friend. “Are you sure?” she asked. “I can talk to Coach Anderson if you want…,” Andi offered unsurely. Her eyes wandered over to the coach, and Cyrus saw her corners of her lips dip down as she watched the teacher reprimand their classmate.

“It’s fine,” Cyrus promised, feeling his stomach churn even more. He couldn’t believe he was going through with this. “Go, I’ll be okay.”

Andi gave him one last worried glance before squeezing his arm. “Good luck.”

Cyrus bit his lip as she jogged away, running towards her teammates. He needed more than good luck for what he was about to endure.

As Cyrus began to stroll over to his own teammates (reluctantly, he might add), he took deep breaths, only focusing on taking one step at a time. Right foot, left foot, right foot… He was so concentrated on walking that he didn’t even realize when he bumped into Kyle. At the contact, he ricocheted off of the boy’s freakishly tall body like a pinball in a pinball machine, and he stumbled backward, barely managing to catch his balance.

“Watch where you’re going, Goodman,” Kyle said cruelly, still chuckling. Cyrus ducked his head to hide his bright red cheeks, and he silently cursed his entire existence. Why did he have to be so clumsy?

After he got his brutish laughter out of the way, Cameron nudged Kyle. “Come on, man, let’s get started!”

Kyle agreed. “Okay, how about me and you versus Owens and the dweeb?” Cyrus winced when the bully referred to him as ‘the dweeb’. More than anything, he wished that Buffy were here to defend him. Even if he hated confrontation, being insulted to his face stung more.

Cameron shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”

As the team began to play two-on-two, Aaron and Cyrus versus Cameron and Kyle (like the latter had arranged, with no objection on Cyrus or Aaron’s part), Aaron tossed the ball to Cyrus, who hurled the ball towards the basket as well as he could possibly manage. The basketball missed its intended target completely, landing pathetically three feet away from the goal.

Kyle snickered at the sight as he plucked the ball in one fluid motion, and Cyrus almost envied his gracefulness. “I bet you can’t even hit the backboard!” he taunted, laughing harshly. Cyrus grimaced at the sound. He wasn’t one-hundred percent sure what the backboard was, but he was certain that whatever Kyle had just said wasn’t a compliment. “Why do you even take gym if you’re such a girl?”

Cyrus resented his comment, and not just because Kyle was insinuating he was girly. Taking gym wasn’t even a choice. If it had been, Cyrus would’ve definitely would’ve taken any other class. He tried to point this out, too. “Actually, it’s a state requirement-” he tried to input. Before he could finish his statement, he was cut off by Cameron.

“What a loser,” the boy remarked, sniggering along with Kyle. Those two had sure become fast friends, Cyrus noted. If only they hadn’t bonded over making fun of him.

Cyrus looked helplessly towards Aaron, but the boy wouldn’t look him in the eye. Aaron’s reluctance to help him made his throat tighten, and tears pricked at his eyes. How was he going to handle anymore of this by himself?

As Kyle and Cameron bickered about who’s turn it was to check the ball (whatever that meant), Cyrus took a deep breath to calm his nerves. You can do this, Cyrus, he assured himself. Just ignore them.

It was easier said than done. While Cameron was trying to pass the ball to Kyle, Cyrus shuffled across the gym floor awkwardly, hopping from side-to-side. He wasn’t trying to block Kyle from receiving the ball; in fact, he was trying to get out of Kyle’s way so that he didn’t have to encounter his wrath, or be his next victim of PE crime. However, in the midst of his getaway plan, Kyle stuck out a leg, causing a clueless Cyrus to trip and stumble onto the hard gym floor below with a loud thud.

Cameron and Kyle chortled at the sight, both exchanging a sadistic smirk. “Look, he can’t even stand up without falling over!”

Cyrus squeezed his eyes shut, wishing that he could be somewhere, anywhere else other than right here at this very moment. Their grating laughter consumed his senses entirely, and he almost missed the squeaking of sneakers echoing from the gym floor behind him.

When Cyrus felt a hand come down on his shoulder, he apprehensively opened his eyes, seeing none other than T.J. Kippen himself staring down at him with a worried expression, his lips dipped downward and his brow furrowed.

T.J. bent down to his level, maintaining eye contact with the boy in front of him as he did so. “Are you okay?” he asked Cyrus in a quiet, yet urgent, voice. Cyrus felt a sense of security wash over him as he stared deeply into T.J.’s gorgeous green eyes, and he felt a warm tug in the pit of his stomach. No. Please help me. I need you.

When he opened his mouth to answer him, Cyrus found that no words would come out, so he settled for a trembling shake of the head. At that single motion, T.J. rose, bringing Cyrus up with him.

“What did you guys do to Cyrus?” he asked accusingly. His hand never wavered from Cyrus’s shoulder, and Cyrus gulped as the butterflies in his stomach swirled uneasily.

Kyle put on an innocent facade, speaking fluently without guilt. “I have no idea what you’re referring to, T.J.,” he said, giving an easy-going shrug. Cyrus couldn’t decide if this kid was a good actor or a pathological liar; probably both. “Goodman here just has a little trouble with sports. I think he’s a tad girly. Or should I say she,” he joked, getting Cameron to laugh along with him. Cyrus felt T.J.’s grip on him tighten in anger, and he wished that he could grab the basketball player’s hand to help comfort him in return.

“Says the guy who didn’t make the basketball team this year,” T.J. shot back. Kyle choked during his fit of laughter, and his face turned an angry red at T.J.’s comment. Someone has a bruised ego, Cyrus thought to himself.

“You’ve become so lame since you’ve been hanging out with this loser,” Kyle sneered in retaliation.

T.J. was clutching onto Cyrus so tight that he was bunching up the boy’s gym uniform in his hand. “You guys are the losers,” he retorted, releasing Cyrus of his grip. “Come on,” T.J. urged him, seizing his hand defensively. “You’re playing on my team today.”

Cyrus was completely floored. It was one thing for T.J. to risk his reputation for him, but for him to risk getting in trouble, too? It was too hard to comprehend. “But…Coach Anderson said-”

“I don’t care what Coach Anderson said,” T.J. interrupted, tugging Cyrus forward. He paused in his tracks, consequently causing Cyrus to stop in front of him, only mere inches from his face. T.J. searched Cyrus’s eyes, and the basketball player’s mouth melted into a gentle, sweet smile that made Cyrus’s heart leap in his chest. “You’re playing on my team today,” T.J. confirmed, as if to relieve any of the lingering anxiety in Cyrus’s mind.

Cyrus took a deep breath before relenting. If you say so. “I’m playing on your team today,” he repeated, the words passing softly from his lips. Maybe Cyrus had a newfound appreciation for basketball day after all.

*sighs dramatically* WHEW! Glad I finally finished writing that. I’ll be working on my other prompts, and I’ll try to get those done for y’all soon. Thank you so much for reading this prompt and don’t forget to comment below or to read it on AO3 or fanfiction.net. Thank you!

~emmagrace13

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sydswritings · 6 years ago

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APMA’s - Part 2 (Chapter 28)

To avoid listening to Andy’s voice droning on, I let my eyes wander around the venue. I scanned from table to table, picking out people I knew, my friends, people I had never seen before, to the fans up in the stands. My eyes finally made it to the table to my right where Jacoby Shaddix and the rest of Papa Roach were supposed to be, only to find the table pretty vacant, even Kelly was gone. Where the hell did they all run off to? I shook my head, trying to clear it of my curiousity as I sipped on my drink, and continued on with my roamings, only to lock eyes with Shannon at the table to the left of us. His hazel green gaze shifted from surprise at being caught, to concern as he watched me down my sixth or seventh drink, I had honestly stopped counting at this point.

The burn of the liquor flipped in my stomach as I tried my best to look away. I hated that he looked at me like that. Didn’t he know I just wanted to forget about him? To forget that I was in love with him. To forget what it was like to finally kiss him and tell him how I felt just to have it end our friendship. I wanted more than anything to just sink into the oblivion that drinking offered. I wanted the pain to go away, any possible way. But I wouldn’t be the one to blink first, thankfully or not, I’m not sure which I feel right now, his girlfriend said something that had him finally breaking eye contact with me and looking over to the stage. The voices of Jack and Alex changed to that of Matt’s from Bullet for my Valentine and Alex from Atreyu as they presented Papa Roach’s performance.

“Come on people!” Jacoby’s voice vibrated through the room, “I wanna see you up!”

The chords of Getting Away with Murder had the fans jumping up and down, screaming at the top of their lungs to each lyric. I watched as the ginger headed frontman of Memphis Mayfire, Matty Mullins joined the stage, singing the next verse before Jacoby joined back in. Bands all around the room joined the fans, standing, jumping and singing and to hell with it I was one of them. The song soon came to an end much to my sadness.

“Wooo, AP how you livin’?” Jacoby laughed out as the crowd surrounding the stage yelled. “Everybody doin alright out there? I don’t know about you guys sitting on your asses over here,” he motioned to a couple of tables next to ours, “that shit ain’t rock-n-roll, what’s up! This ain’t television, come on!”

I laughed at the affronted looks at the bands behind us at being called out, before they finally rolled their eyes and stood up, half to join the rest of us and the other half to go get drinks at the bar. The opening of Scars started and I looked at Charlie, hand on my chest as we both started to belt the first verse. These were the songs we grew up on, the ones that made us want to pursue music in the first place. The frontwoman of Tonight Alive, Jenna McDougall joined Jacoby on stage, and the crowd went wild as she started the next verse. The girls and I sang at the top of our lungs until the very last chord.

“We got some more surprises for you guys are you ready?” This man knew how to pump up a crowd.

I forgot we were honestly at an award show, it felt like all those years ago, concert jumping with my best friends.

“Hey Papa Roach,” I looked around as the voice of Kelly blared out of the PA.

“Are you kidding me?” Ace asked, exasperation clinging to her words.

I couldn’t help the laugh that jumped out of my throat as I looked over at her and Charlie, both not thrilled to see Kelly on stage, but as soon as he did the atmosphere changed to something almost electric. Brook and I leaned against each other, swaying and singing every lyric to MGK’s Til I Die. They finished up their set with Papa Roach’s Last Resort and I watched as Kelly jumped into the throng of people in front of the stage, moshing with the fans as he finished his lyrics.

“He’s lost his damn mind.” I laughed out as Brook watched him crawl back on stage.

“I don’t think he had one to lose in the first place,” She countered, that was probably true.

We waved the waitress down and ordered our next round of drinks as Twiggy Ramirez presented the Icon Award to Marilyn Manson. I zoned out, letting the haze of alcohol run its course, taking all my emotions and bottling them up. If I could get through this night without having an altercation with Andy and Juliet and another face to face with Shannon, I was going to drop to my knees and praise whoever was upstairs keeping them away from me. I hated that I felt that way about a man that I still considered one of my best friends, the man that I was head over heels in love with, but I couldn’t sit here and watch her fawn all over him. I couldn’t pretend that seeing them together didn’t hurt me, so to avoid it, I was going to drink my night away.

Soon Jack and Alex replaced Marilyn and Twiggy announcing Song of the Year. I clicked back into the award show as I watched Brendon and the rest of Panic! flashed across the screen followed by Vic and the guys from Pierce. I glanced over to Vic’s table giving him a thumbs up before turning back to the stage.

“And the winner is,” Keaton Pierce, of Too Close To Touch, started, “Panic! at the Disco’s Hallelujah. Brendon and the rest of Panic! are actually on tour right now, but we do have a small video we’re going to show.”

Everyone’s eyes moved to the screen, where Brendon sat, grin plastered across his face as he accepted his award. I glanced at the girls who all grinned back, if you looked just close enough you could see Karah’s hand in the frame, I was glad she was there to celebrate this moment with him.

“Wow guys, this is beyond awesome,” Brendon laughed, “I actually made a bet with myself that if I won this award I would do something I’ve been meaning to do for a few months now.”

Charlie grabbed my arm causing me to break my gaze from the screen, “what’s he doing?” She whispered, to no one in particular.

“I don’t know brobo, keep watching like the rest of us and we might find out.” I whispered back.

The look she gave me wasn’t one of her nicests. We both turned our heads back to the screen to see Brendon grab Karah’s hand and pull her down next to him on the leather couch.

“Everyone, this is Karah, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend and if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t know what was up or down right now on this crazy tour.” We watched as he took a deep breath before dropping on one knee and pulling out a small ring box from his pocket, “Karah Rose, I’ve loved you since the day I met you. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“Holy. Shit.” I breathed out, eyes wide as I watched our manager nod her head up and down, tears streaming down her pale face.

“Did that just happen?” Ace asked, as a wild applause broke through the venue.

“I think so.” Brook finally joined in.

“That little shit!” Charlie blurted out. We all turned our wide eyes to our guitarist, confused at her choice of words. “He didn’t even tell us!”

I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of me at her outrage for Brendon not telling the four of us.

“Well that was unexpected.” Alex announced as he stepped back out on the stage.

After Neck Deep’s performance, 3OH!3 took to the stage to present the award for Underground Band. My eyes blurred as the faces of the nominees flashed by, Too Close To Touch followed by Moose Blood, then Our Last Night, everyone at our table whooped and hollered as Matt, Trevor, Woody and Tim’s faces crossed the screen. Charlie leaned against Trevor, their hands intertwined as we waited with baited breath for Sean Foreman to announce the winner. The other half of 3OH!3, Nathaniel Motte, stepped up to the microphone.

“The winner is,” he glanced back down at the paper, “OUR LAST NIGHT!”

Trevor sat in stunned disbelief as the rest of our table jumped up yelling. Charlie had to jostle him a bit before a wide grin painted his features as he stood up, sweeping her up into a full bodied hug and planting a kiss on her grinning lips. I stood next to Brook and Ace as we cheered on our friends, Trevor finally let Charlie go to join us as he ran to catch up with the boys, who were halfway to the stage. After accepting their award and giving their speech, which consisted of Trevor telling Charlie how much he loved her and the guys thanking the fans, they made their way back to our tables, where we proceeded to have another round of drinks. Halfway through Beartooth’s performance Jared, Shannon and Tomo disappeared, causing Ace to look around in confusion.

“Hey I’m sure everything is fine.” I attempted to keep her calm.

“He just knew that this category was a big deal, this is the one we really want.” Ace’s voice went up another octave.

“I’m sure he has a good reason Ace, just take a deep breath.” Charlie said from Trevor’s side.

A good reason he did have, since at that moment they appeared on stage to present Breakthrough Band.

“See good reason.” Brook laughed.

We watched as I Prevail, Knuckle Puck, Neck Deep, Set It Off and State Champs’ pictures flashed across the big screen followed by our picture from the big AP Warped Tour Edition spread ended the list of nominees. I reached beside me and grabbed Charlie’s hand before snatching Ace’s who was holding on to Brook’s for dear life. I don’t think I had ever felt this nervous or sick until this very moment. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and my pulse quickened with adrenaline. Jared stepped up to the microphone as Shannon held the award and Tomo the envelope.

“And the winner for Breakthrough Band is,” Jared paused dramatically.

“I swear to god, I’m going to kill him,” Ace seethed through gritted teeth.

“Just deny him sex for the next month.” I grumbled out.

“Yeah but then she’s without it too.” Charlie argued.

“Fuck! I wish he didn’t feel the need to be so damn aggravating.” Ace mumbled.

“GRACE OF THE FALLEN!” The three of them announced together.

“Wait, what?” I think my brain just broke. “Did they just say Grace?”

“Holy! FUCK! We won!” Charlie exclaimed, jumping out of her seat screaming.

Trevor and Pete stood clapping as we managed to climb out of our seats. My legs felt like jelly as I stood away from the table. I don’t know how but my feet managed to get me to the stage and up the stairs to accept our award. I hugged Tomo while Jared kissed Ace and Brook took the offered award from Shannon’s hands.

“Holy shit,” I sighed into the microphone. “I guess this is actually happening. Umm-we’d like to thank our fans, without you guys we wouldn’t be here right now.”

Ace moved from Jared’s side and took over the speech, “We’d also like to thank our label, Interscope, along with our friends, family and loved ones.”

With that we were ushered through the back to give an interview and then let back to the main floor to finish up the night. The rest of the show was honestly a blur, after winning I started slamming back shots in celebration followed by more Jack & Coke’s. The girls drank but at a slower pace and with more control. We watched Of Mice & Men’s performance followed Andy’s and then A Day to Remember closed out the night. In the end Jack won the mock presidential campaign, reigning supreme over Alex and then it was announced the after party would be held at Skully’s Music Dinner being hosted by Every Time I Die and Issues. I guess it was time to get the real party started.

Chapter 29

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