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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years ago

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The Girl I Met on the Internet (Holy, Part 1.)

Series description: Your bestie Kim was a free-spirited person who wasn’t exactly concentrated on finding herself a partner. Yet one day, she recieves a phone number and this time, you didn’t want to keep the person on the other end hanging. And so, you text them, no matter who they are.

Part summary: A party was something unseen in Brownsville, for at least five years. You and your friends go there - and you get a hold on an unknown person’s number sent to your bestie by Stanley Barber.

A/N: I know that I’ve done this with Whatsapp series already but... This just seemed like a super-sweet idea for a closeted queer Sydney is.

Tagging: x

Sydney’s tape: go fuck yourself

Series masterlist: H E R E

It was a wild evening. The kind of wild you knew you'll remember until the day you die. That was clear as day. Well, in the end, something like this happened once in every five years in Brownsville. What was happening, you might ask?

People puking on the toilets - some of them proceeded to do quite a variety of sexual activities in the said cabins. Drunk dudes were undressing, girls throwing their bras and/or panties (in the worse case) onto the stage. Everyone was dancing, yelling, laughing, and drinking more than they drank beforehand. Oh. And it was a concert. An indie band underground concert. Which naturally caught the attention of many youngsters living in the small town.

Naturally, everyone, there was drunk as fuck and when these said people weren't drunk, they were as high as a kite. Don't be silly - almost no-one there was over the age of 21. No, we're talking about high schoolers. Said reason was the main one for most of the parents not knowing that their children were out there, partying. The whole school was there in the underground club.

Your friend, Kim, managed to assemble the full party - you were there, your gay friend Aaron came, and on top, he brought his boyfriend with him. They disappeared for a while, leaving you and Kim and the bar to buy some beer. Naturally, you had a very vivid idea about what they were doing, but you just let the boys handle their business.

"So..." - You started quietly, looking around at all the young people. Not only your schoolmates were there, but also youngsters from the nearby towns had come there. - "You see some lucky person you like?" - At this question, Kim grinned and took another sip of her beer.

Kim was someone who didn't care about gender or relationships. She was mostly focused on having one night stands and God, she could afford it. She was, indeed, gorgeous in her way. And you were as pretty as she was, yet it wasn't in your nature to just... Approach people. For the most part, you were sure that you're into boys.

But many instances had shown you to never say never. For example, there was this so-called lesbian... Well, now, she was pregnant with a dude who was working in local 7/11, so she couldn't be such a lesbian she proclaimed to be just half a year ago, could she?

"What about you?" - Kim asked back without answering the initial question, sipping from her cup of beer while intensely looking at one chick on the dance floor who was breaking her pelvis while attempting to twerk. Or whatever she was doing.

"Nah. I'm far behind dudes for a while now. We don't wanna repeat the David thing which ended what... A month ago?" - Yeah. As you were shaking your head, there was a grin on your face. David was portraying the role of Mr. Perfect, to put it somehow. Well, in the end, he wasn't as perfect as he wanted you to believe. And when you realized how much of a fraud that person was, you brought the hell on him.

Yet as soon as Kim smirked, even more, you knew she's about to say something borderline controversial. - "Maybe you're searching in the wrong crowd? But who am I to judge." - You watched how her shoulders shrug as you rolled your eyes.

Kim wasn't as much help in the relationship advice department as you'd expect your best friend to be. Every time you've been whining about the escapades with boys, she looked you dead in the eyes, telling you to find yourself a girlfriend. To which, you usually rolled your eyes even harder, telling her that this side of things is her domain more than yours.

And again, she had a response to that - when you meet the person, there doesn't exist a thing like a gender. Sure, she was probably right, but you decided not to jump to conclusions. If you were about to live through some sort of a queer awakening, you wanted it to strike you just like that. You never talked to a girl to ask her out or whatever.

If it was about to happen, who would you be to stop it, right? But you weren't the person who would walk to meet it. So, for the last couple of years, it was Kim's mission to find you a girlfriend. And when you asked her why, she just answered that for a reason, she gets the queer vibes from you.

"Here are my favorite boys!" - Kim cried out as you both saw Aaron and his boyfriend making their way to you. They both looked relaxed as fuck, so that made you more or less sure about what these two were up to on the restrooms. Either they were doing the mentioned sexual activities or they were doing some drugs - and then doing something sexual. Aaron rose his hands above his head, straightening the football jacket on his shoulder just before he hugged one of your shoulders and one of Kim's shoulder. Kim sighed, leaning the back of her head into Aaron's broad shoulder.

"I have... This for you, miss Possible." - His fingers suddenly pulled a small paper from somewhere on his palm, handing Kim a piece of paper with a number written on it. This occurred rather frequently. For an unknown reason, guys neither girls never thought that Kim is an insufferable asshat. She was receiving numbers on pieces of paper now and then - well, she could decorate her whole room with the numbers. As usual, Kim took the paper and looked at Aaron, waiting for the story of this particular number. In the meantime, Aaron's boyfriend left you standing there, going for a cig outside. - "You won't believe this." - Aaron rose his eyebrow, shaking both of you with a childish smile. - "Stanley Barber gave me this number."

"Stan the Man is here? Why didn't you tell me earlier? He sure as hell has some good weed." - Kim widened her eyes, ready to go on a search for Stanley immediately. But Aaron was still holding her in one place, having a dead stare in his eyes. - "Hold your horses. To answer your question, yes, he has his joints with him. But this number belongs to one of his friends who was too shy to approach you. And in exchange for the weed, he wants you to text her." - Aaron explained simply.

Stanley Barber... How would you describe Stanley? You couldn't describe the boy. He was something completely out of this word. No, he and your group of friends weren't friends, but you weren't enemies either. You had more or less a neutral relationship. Sometimes you hung out around each other, sometimes you hadn't seen the boy in weeks. Well... At least you tried not to see him. Stanley himself was unmissable. This boy sometimes came stoned to school, wearing sunglasses and banging his head into walls left and right. His clothes were unmissable as well. Stan was just... Unmissable.

Yet, honestly, you never saw him with anyone who could be seen as a friend figure. Never fucking ever. There was a high probability that Stan was high once again. First and foremost - was this friend real? Second of all - was it a girl or a boy? As soon as you saw Kim's face, you knew she's not texting anyone - but for the first time, it struck you as wrong. Stanley was a cool dude for the most part. You could say that you technically liked the boy. When you realized how much weed he had already invested to keep the relationship on neutral, this was the smallest thing Kim could do.

"Not happening." - "Don't be a bitch." - Aaron rolled his eyes, sighing. - "Stanley gave you as much weed as a cow eats per month. This is nothing to repay him, huh? And... It can end in something fun for you." - The boy proposed and for once, you had to say that Aaron was right. - "Not happening, babe. Stanley's friend is just as weird as he is and I don't wanna do anything in common with that. But let's smoke some fucking pot!" - Kim put both her palms up the air, crying out cheerfully.

"You should text that person. Stan's cool for the most part." - You took Aaron's side in this not-even-an-argument. At that, Kim turned at you and put the small piece of paper into your palm. - "If you can't beat them, join them. I think I know how this would play out, so, now's your turn to try texting a stranger." - Her fingers gently patted your cheek before she turned on her heels, dragging Aaron along. You wanted to go home anyway. And as you watched Kim and the big quarterback disappearing in the distance, you turned on your heels to leave the place as well.

It was a nice evening. You had seen someone gulping down a whole fucking cup of beer under one minute without throwing it out, you saw a dude undressing in front of the stage, a shit ton of people making out, and a few of them throwing up. Sometimes doing these things simultaneously. Which was as impressive as scary. But honestly, you were fucking tired.

Silently, you snuck through the house, closing the door behind. Just when you wanted to call the whole operation a success, you almost stumbled over Mr. Skittles, your super-extra-old tomcat. Even when you almost screamed and Mr. Skittles almost hissed at you pretty loudly to put you back into your place, you both stayed silent and looked at each other. Not too long after that, you were already laying in your bed, trying to fall to sleep.

The next morning, Kim rolled to your house in her old, falling apart Beetle. She was looking worse than you - there were sunglasses on her eyes, she sure as hell hasn't done her make-up in the morning, she didn't even comb her hair, she just put a baseball cap over it. - "You look fucking disgusting." - Was the first thing you told her when you opened up the door. Kim leaned closer to you, pulling her sunglasses down for a minute to look you in the eyes. - "You. Have. No. Idea." - And with that, you set on your way to school.

There still was a mysterious number which was given to Kim. You didn't throw it away but you weren't exactly overhyped to text them. You didn't want to lose the small piece of paper, but you didn't keep it on your field of vision. But there was a day when you gladly took the gamble. It was a few days before one of the shorter holidays, so naturally, there was a big test coming your way. Kim and Aaron were shopping for your stay at your grandma's small cabin just a few minutes down the road.

You, in the meantime, were trying to study. But even the leaves falling on the ground were more interesting than the subject you were trying to study for. So, as you tried to build a small tower from your pens and markers and as it had fallen again, your eyes slowly traveled to the drawer where you stored the small piece of paper for the last few days. Well, you could try it, right? It won't hurt anyone. You didn't even know who's number that was. It would be just like snapping or texting on Omegle, huh?

Slowly, you stood up from your desk and walked to the drawer, taking it out. You were weirdly on edge. It was more than two weeks since the whole concert thingy - the person probably accepted that Kim fucked them over. So you didn't have to stress about this whole situation. You could maybe just make something up in case they would ask where you got the number? This was nonsense. You shouldn't be nervous about such bullshit. So all you had to do was that you had to text the first text. And so you went for it.

You: Is someone there?

That was a tragic first text, that had to be said. And as soon as your phone marked it as delivered, you threw the device away on your bed, turning to your table with your heart in your throat. Why were you feeling so sick? Were you about to pass out? Most likely yeah. And it got worse - because the person had responded.

(Unknown number): Yea, there is. And you are? Where did you get this number?

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mollymauk-teafleak · 4 years ago

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baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle (chapter four)

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

Huge thanks to my beta readers, @spiky-lesbian and @minky-for-short! And a massive thanks for all your patience in me getting this chapter up, turns out teaching during a pandemic is uh time consuming

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Peter sat and looked at the cursor blinking on the comms screen. It’s incessant, rapid blinking seemed to line up with his own guilty heartbeat.

His report had been due for half an hour. Another hour and Mag would terminate the entire mission, assuming he’d been compromised and their goal, their planet’s freedom, would be set back who knew how long. Peter knew that and still, he was sitting here, with no idea what to write.

He even came back to the apartment five minutes after the report should have been sent off though he hadn’t even realised until he was sitting on his cot, looking at the screen. Five minutes, five whole minutes, more time than he’d ever allowed himself to make such a mistake in his entire life. Five minutes that, a day ago, would have had him cursing himself for a failure. Not fit to walk in his father’s footsteps.

But tonight, he had just sat there and stared at the blinking display, feeling nothing. And now, with more precious seconds ticking away, he still hadn’t the first clue how he was going to explain himself. He just sat cross legged, feeling numb in the fingertips as the realisation sunk in that he’d left part of himself behind without even knowing it.

It would be so easy to blame Juno Steel. After school, he’d invited Peter to come along with them to the park, just to hang out, that was all, but the fact that it had been him doing the inviting rather than his brother had pulled the yes out of Peter’s mouth before any more sensible part of his brain could interject. It would be easy to blame him for how long he’d stayed too, far past what he’d originally intended. Because every time Peter had thought he should be making excuses, Juno had seemed to choose that moment to smile at him, or challenge him to climb the next tree, or take a drag on his cigarette and exhale long and low in that way that fascinated Peter so much. There had always been the way his eyes looked in the quickly gathering sunset, the way he leaned back against the tree trunks when they’d all made camp in the field that sat at the centre of Halcyon Park, his rasping, barking laugh when Ben would do or say something funny or Mick would be oblivious about something obvious. There had always been another reason to stay, another thing that had led to this hole in who he’d thought he’d been. A hole that was five minutes wide and had rendered him numb.

It would be so easy to blame Juno for tonight and every other day where Peter had been feeling this way, forgetting why he was here and forgetting his mission. But he knew the blame was on him.

Because he was the one who was falling in love.

Those words didn’t sit easily in his mind but there was no denying the truth of them now they were there. With changing his face, his name, his life so often, Peter always tried to know himself completely, mostly out of fear that he’d eventually lose what was really Peter Nureyev if he didn’t. And he knew that he was in love with Juno Steel.

As inconvenient as that was.

He would choose Brahma. Of course he would. He’d worked far too hard, suffered and lost far too much to let something like this derail him. What was this compared to what his father had died for, what Mag had been sacrificing?

What has his own silly heart compared to all that?

With that decided, Peter tapped out his report, going into a kind of autopilot as he gripped the guilty feeling with both hands and made himself feel it’s low, shameful burn, like grabbing barbed wire. Mission proceeding. Target will be accessible beginning next week. Holding steady until then. Apologies for the delay.

As if to hammer home how foolish he’d been, Mag’s reply came almost instantly, barely a minute after his own had disappeared from the screen to be scrambled, broken, reassembled hundreds of times over in the expanse of space so it couldn’t be traced.

Don’t scare me like that again. Look after yourself.

Peter winced and stuffed the comms back into his bag, turning onto his side to face the wall. Two more days. Then he could do his job, go back to Brahma with his broken heart in his chest and remember who he was.

And hopefully he would have at least learned something.

Peter tried to keep himself at a distance over the next two days which smacked of far too little far too late but at least he could tell his guilty heart that he was doing something. He didn’t participate in conversation as much as he had, he professed to having a lot of homework when they asked him to hang out with them after school, he told himself that the disappointment he saw hidden behind their expressions didn’t bother him.

But it was the change in Juno that made it almost too difficult to bear. Peter had never really felt anything like this before, let alone having it reciprocated so he didn’t know how much he was just flattering himself or letting his brain run away with its own fantasies. But there did seem to be something different in how Juno was when Peter was around.

He was still grumpy and surly, apparently that was his natural state of being, but he certainly wasn’t outwardly hostile since Peter had broken a nose for him. They were certainly friends now; he was part of The Oldtown Gang, as Mick seemed determined to dub them despite everyone in said gang refusing to go along with him. Juno sat next to him when they spent lunchtimes at their camp, he’d ask him if he needed any help in the classes that were supposed to be new to Ransom. Sometimes it felt like he didn’t really need to be sitting quite so close to Peter as they’d sit in their circle and trade jokes and insults back and forth. Sometimes Peter felt like Juno’s eyes were on him, like he was studying his face for something, but when Peter would look, Juno would just be staring at his class notes. Some smiles that Peter caught felt like maybe they’d been meant just for him.

But Peter told himself he was being a fool. Well, even more of a fool than he already was being by falling for Juno in the first place. But to imagine that he could actually be feeling anything similar was just a form of self torture. Even if there was a chance anything more than one sided could grow between them, wouldn’t he rather not know? It was already going to hurt enough as it was.

So Peter retreated inside himself a little, going through the motions of a normal day, barely paying attention as they lazed around in their makeshift hammocks and Ben talked excitedly about the overnight field trip they were apparently going on to Olympus City. At least until he felt everyone else’s eyes on him.

“Sorry, what?” he blinked, blushing a little under the look Ben was giving him, something knowing in it putting him on guard.

“I said it’s just going to be you and Juno over the weekend,” Benten hummed, swinging his legs, outwardly innocent but the teasing note was still in his voice, “You’ll have to promise to keep my brother out of trouble.”

“You’re not going?” Peter looked to Juno, who was giving his twin a warning look.

“Didn’t feel like spending more time than I had to with the assholes we call classmates,” he answered shortly, in the kind of way that suggested there had been another reason that he certainly wasn’t about to give up.

Peter didn’t need too much of his observation skills, after so long being friends with the Steel twins and knowing enough about the average situation of Hyperion High students, to guess that there had only been enough in their family’s funds to send one of them on the trip and that Juno had feigned disinterest so Benten could have it. He wondered how many times it had come down to that, how much Juno pretended not to care so his brother could afford to.

“Maybe you two could go to the movies or something,” Sasha said placidly, earning herself a scandalised ‘whose side are you on?’ glare from Juno, “Peter’s hardly seen any of Hyperion. And what he has seen isn’t exactly a glowing endorsement of the place.”

“If you can find me something that is, I’d love to hear it,” Juno scowled.

“Aw but sneaking into the movies is so fun! And Peter would be so good at it, they’d never catch him,” Mick agreed, prompting Ben to rest his head against his shoulder and regard Juno with a poorly concealed smugness.

“I’ve never been to the movies…” Peter said quietly, before mentally kicking himself. Do you want to be crying your way back to Brahma on Monday night?

Juno’s scowl deepened and his cheeks flushed, voice rising more than it needed to, “Look, I have plans with someone, alright? I’m busy. So maybe stop sticking your noses in for five seconds?”

There was an awkward silence as he sank back in his seat. Mick and Sasha sent quick pitying looks in Peter's direction, who pretended he didn’t see them as he stared at his hands like all of this wasn’t happening around him. He didn’t care. Why should he care? Benzaiten shrugged like that was the end of it but he was giving Juno a look that was impossible to read.

And Juno just looked everywhere but at Peter.

“Anyone catch the game last night?” Mick put in after a few agonising moments, his affable obliviousness always good for bulling past awkward situations, “‘Cos I didn’t, I realised ten minutes before the end that I was watching football rather than baseball, I was hoping one of you guys got the score…”

“Mick, it’s a completely different shape of ball, how the hell did you manage that…”

“Leave him alone, it’s hard to tell from a distance, right babe?”

First rule of thieving, Peter thought miserably, sinking deeper into himself while his friends continued on around him, bad decisions will always come back and bite you in the ass. So when one does, know you deserve it.

Peter sat in the middle of the bare, empty apartment and organised his roll of lock picking tools. Doing that always calmed him down and it had been a dull, frustrating Saturday otherwise. Just hours and hours of going through the same plans and schematics he’d memorised months ago, showing his path from the fence to one of the first story windows to the principal’s office to the server room to an entirely different window. In and out inside of fifteen minutes, enter with a flash drive full of malware, leave with it full of proof that New Kinshasa and a number of other corrupt outer world governments were laundering money through Martian construction contracts just like the one that had built this school. He’d done far more complex heists than this but with such lower stakes.

And with his back up slightly closer than across the galaxy.

First rule of thieving, there is no room for nervousness, if you can find some room then you should fill it with more planning.

With the outside world grey, cold and full of thin SimRain, there was little else to do. His takeout dinner arriving had been the only highlight in his day and now an equally dull night had settled in.

So he took out the thin silver lockpicks from their sewn in pockets and cleaned them fastidiously, one by one, making sure each type was in it’s exact place. They were a little bit of a novelty, in this age of bioprinting and retina scanners, but they were still called for on occasion and Mag had drilled it into him that no self respecting thief would be caught without the classics on hand. And besides, their comfortable, familiar weight strapped to his chest was reassuring. Like he could never fail as long as he had them close, precisely placed and polished until they shone.

The knock at the door was so unexpected, so sudden, that he slopped his cup of tea on the carpet, a few dark brown stains soaking in. Good thing he wouldn’t be trying to collect any security deposit.

He slid the plasma knife out of its sheath, pressing himself against the door with a cold, almost serene focus. He wasn’t expecting any visitors, his food had arrived hours ago. Which meant either the person outside his apartment right now was an innocent, mistaken bystander and would go after a few minutes of silence.

Or they weren’t. And more than tea would be getting spilled.

The knock came again and Peter tensed, his grip on the knife tightening. Had he made a mistake? Had one of his reports been traced despite their precautions? Had they found a flaw in his fake records? Either way, his breathing stayed shallow and steady as the seconds ticked by.

Another knock. And then a voice, rough and tired and very familiar.

“Ransom? You in there? Damn it, I was sure this was the right number…”

The knife disappeared quickly, “Juno?”

“Oh! Hi...um, hi Ransom...sorry, Ben gave me your address. Can I come in?”

Peter looked around his apartment, wincing. Explaining its state was going to be uncomfortable, it couldn’t look more like the hideout of a sleeper agent than if he’d hung a sign to that effect. But Juno sounded so lost…

He did what he could in the space of two seconds, emptying out his neatly packed suitcase and spreading the clothes around like he imagined most teenage boys did, hiding the papers under a half heartedly done homework sheet. The pile of unwashed mugs in the sink and takeout containers he hadn’t gotten around to throwing away yet helped.

“Yeah,” he called then, only just remembering to kick his tool roll out of sight, “Come in.”

Juno had a face to match his tone of voice. There were dark shadows under his eyes that had nothing to do with any eyeshadow, in fact he wasn’t wearing a smudge of makeup on him for the first time Peter had known. He wasn’t dressed in his usual way either, in an oversized t-shirt and pyjama pants with a loud cartoon pattern, the same little robot figure from the first shirt he’d seen him in. He just looked exhausted, wrung out and worn down, his lips turned down at the ends. He looked like someone who needed some comfort.

“Is...is everything okay?” Peter tried not to make Juno’s distress sound as obvious as it was.

It hadn’t been enough, Juno’s eyes were dark with shame as he stared down at his own sneakered feet and Peter’s slippered ones, “Look, I’m sorry I’m showing up like this. It’s not okay, especially since I...um...anyway, I’m sorry.”

Peter swallowed, “It’s okay. What’s wrong?”

“I had a big fight with Ma,” Juno admitted, a tremor running through his voice, “She...she kicked me out. And with everyone out of town, I don’t have anywhere else to go. You’ve got every right to tell me to fuck off but...can I stay here?”

Juno and Benten had never said much about their mother. All Peter had been able to surmise, from his observations, was that she was their only parent and there was a huge weight around both twin’s necks because of her. He hadn’t pressed on the nature of it, he had no right to, and it wasn’t going to be any different than it was for so many kids in Oldtown. And more than a fair few on Brahma.

“Of course, Juno,” Peter said gently, stepping to one side, “Of course, stay as long as you need to.”

Juno mumbled a thanks as he stepped past him. If he found the lack of couch, stream screen, any kitchen appliances aside from a kettle or sign that this place was lived in at all strange, then clearly he felt he owed Peter enough not to say anything.

“Want some tea?” Peter asked, relocking the door, “I already ate but we could go get you something…”

“No, it’s okay,” Juno said quickly, “I’m asking enough of you as it is.”

Peter sat on his cot and sighed, “Juno, you’re my friend. I’m not going to hold every nicety over your head and present you with a receipt when you leave. I want to help you so just...let me?”

After a pause, Juno chuckled, the sound rough and raw in his throat but it was real. He slumped down on the floor next to the cot, leaning back against it so his head rested close to Peter’s knee, and sighed heavily.

“You know, there’s three people on the whole planet who don’t take my bullshit. My ma, my brother and you. But you’re the only person I like hearing it from.”

Peter smiled, though the pace of his heartbeat had increased a little. Juno was so close he could smell the shampoo in his curls from the shower he must have been having that evening.

“Benzaiten did ask me to keep you out of trouble. Checking your bullshit falls under that, I think.”

Something in Juno’s expression grew thin and the exhaustion showed through from underneath. There was enough of a pause that Peter wasn’t sure he was going to speak but then he did.

“It’s never as bad when Ben’s there. Me and her, I mean. It’s like he’s a buffer, stops things getting so nasty. He shouldn’t have to do it, I hate that he’s had to, but… it’s damn effective. With him gone, things just...they got out of hand so fast.”

Peter nodded slowly. He and Mag had their fair share of blow out arguments too, not that it had ever escalated to him being kicked out. Mag would never do that, he knew what having no roof over his head would mean to his protege, but he certainly knew what it was like to have said things you didn’t know could come from your mouth in the heat of the moment.

“Has she done this before? Put you out?”

“Yeah...sometimes with a reason. Sometimes not.”

“There’s never a good reason to do that,” Peter’s voice was more leaden than he’d intended but it was the voice of someone who’d been a child, promised protection by the world, but left out in the cold, “She’s an adult and you aren’t.”

Juno looked at him, clearly curious but he let it go after a moment, picking at his own wound instead, “If I’m not back in her good books by Monday, it’ll be a whole thing with Ben, he’ll feel bad about going…”

“You do this a lot for him, don’t you?” Peter asked softly, “Protect him. Pretend to not care about things so he can afford to.”

Juno shrugged heavily, gnawing on one fingernail covered in chipped polish, “What else am I good for?”

There was so much Peter could have said in that moment, answers that came rushing up to the tip of his tongue, some that surprised even him. But they’d start a conversation he really didn’t want to have, with Juno and with himself. So instead he just murmured, “Lots of things.”

Juno looked at him, something genuinely fearful in his eyes, like he knew exactly what Peter was holding back.

“Um...I think I will have some tea. If it’s still alright with you. Damn cold outside.”

“Of course!” Peter scrambled up and practically fled to the kitchen. It was hard to say which boy was the more relieved.

Peter could cope without a lot of amenities when he went out on jobs. First rule of thieving, never care about more than what you can carry in your pockets. But the first thing he’d bought when he’d gone on one of his short, necessity driven runs to the grocery store (a different one every time of course and dodging the cameras so he couldn’t be traced) was a box of good, high quality tea. He didn’t like coffee much, hated the tremble it put in his hands that could cost him his life in some circumstances, but he’d gotten a taste for tea very early on in his time with Mag. In fact, it had been the first thing his mentor had done, when he’d brought the scrawny, skittish, terrified young boy back to his home. He’d put a steaming, sugar laced mug in his hands that it had made it so much easier to believe him when he’d said everything was going to be alright.

He couldn’t give Juno much to ease his pain right now but there was some pride to be found in gladly giving him one of his few little parcels of sweet smelling, caffeine laced comfort. That much he could do.

Juno thanked him, hugging the mug close to his chest and pulling his knees in. Nureyev sat back on the cot, folding his legs underneath him and pulling the blanket over his knees. It was getting cold, he’d been right about that.

After a few moments and a few sips, Juno sighed and said without much surprise, “You don’t have a dad, do you, Ransom?”

Immediately, his shoulders tensed, well aware that he had absolutely no evidence to refute that accusation. And absolutely no back up explanation to speak of.

“Well…” he began awkwardly, very unused to having no way out of a situation.

“It’s okay,” Juno chuckled dryly, taking another drink, “I pretty much figured you were taking care of yourself over here.”

Peter swallowed hard, hand itching around the knuckles. The plasma knife he’d hurriedly shoved back in the holster suddenly felt very heavy, not that he was even going to consider that. He was also not going to think about what Mag would do, what he would urge Peter to do, what rules he would use to make Juno’s life seem a small price to pay for the mission. The same rules he’d saved himself with.

“Honestly, it’s impressive.”

Peter froze, “I...what?”

Juno’s cheeks seemed to colour a little and he could have been smiling into his cup as he sipped, “You’re here trying to make something of yourself. Trying to get an education and switch up the shitty hand you got dealt. Granted, you picked a terrible place to do it but...you’re trying. And that’s more than I’ve ever seen anyone do.”

“Trying…” Peter tried to keep his voice steady, “Yes. I’ve often thought that’s all a person can do.”

Juno nodded slowly, leaning back. His head was now leaning against Peter’s knee, enough that he could feel the damp of his hair, the comforting weight of him. He seemed so relaxed, so casual about it all, but Peter felt as if electrical shocks were sparking between them. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so close to someone, had someone touch him in such a friendly way, such simple, easy contact. Only since he’d come to Mars. Only since he’d met Juno.

For some reason, he felt absurdly guilty. He should be relieved, his disguise had survived even under Juno’s scrutiny who, Peter was beginning to think, was one of the most annoyingly observant people he’d ever met. But in his stomach was just a yawning hollow, a sad kind of emptiness. Like he’d have actually been relieved if Juno had looked him straight in the eye and seen who he really was.

Like he was tired of lying to him.

“Hey,” Juno grunted, his voice sounding further away than it had, “There’s another party on Monday night when everyone’s back. You’re coming, right?”

Peter’s throat tightened. On Monday night, he’d be going back to Brahma, back under the glare of the lasers, back in the fight. Ransom would be gone, a few lines of information that winked out of existence as if they had never been, more than dead. That was the plan.

“Yeah,” he nodded, hand moving over to lightly stroke through Juno’s curls. He’d seen Ben do that on a few occasions and it seemed to comfort him, “That sounds good.”

Juno seemed to tense a little under the touch though only for an instant, as if he hadn’t expected it. But then it was gone and he was leaning into Peter’s hand gratefully, like it was everything he’d needed in that moment. His hair was so soft, winding through his fingers in tight curls that opened for him, parted like waves. The world shrank down to just the points where Peter’s skin met Juno’s, like that simple contact was all that held the universe in one piece. He didn’t feel the weight of a planet’s survival on his shoulders, he didn’t feel like a revolutionary before he’d even had the chance to feel like a person, he didn’t feel the questions he couldn’t ask like bitter metal resting on his tongue.

In that moment, this was all he had to do. He had to be there for someone else, just one other scared, sad kid like him.

“Thanks for letting me in, Ransom,” Juno murmured softly, his voice a contented rumble in his chest.

“I’d rather you call me Peter,” he replied, after a pause where he begged himself not to.

“Hm? Oh, sure. No problem, Peter.”

It wasn’t the name he wanted to hear from Juno’s lips but it was close enough. It wasn’t a lie, at least.

“You should sleep now,” he murmured, before his throat closed too tight to mask, “It’s late and you’ve had a long night.”

“Oh I can just stay down here,” Juno said quickly, opening one golden brown eye. Clearly he was seeing that there weren’t many other options. No couch, no chair, not even so much as a rug.

Just Peter’s cot, the one he was currently sat on. Well, if I’m destroying myself, I may as well do a thorough job.

“Don’t be an idiot,” he rolled his eyes like it was no big deal, holding out a hand to him, “Climb up.”

Juno blinked then shrugged, allowing himself to be tugged onto the hellishly uncomfortable little camping bed. It took a lot of awkward maneuvering to get both of them settled, there was barely enough room for one person, let alone two. By the time it was all done, they were nose to nose, limbs in a tangle.

Juno was the first to break, snorting, “God, I’m sorry, I feel like I’ve skipped about seven friendship levels…”

“Well, I did break someone’s nose for you,” Peter grunted, trying to shift so Juno’s knee was no longer pressing against his stomach, “Surely that grants me some higher access. Just pretend I’m one of the people you’re courting…”

Juno stared at him for a moment before breaking into helpless barks of laughter that threatened to upend their precarious little arrangement.

“What?” Peter demanded, flushing pink.

“Sorry, sorry, it's just...god, courting. I don’t think I’ve ever courted anyone in my damn life. Probably no one has since, like, the 1800s or whatever…” Juno cackled.

“I’ve changed my mind. You can go back on the floor.”

“Nuh uh!” Juno suddenly wrapped both his arms around Peter’s middle, holding them fast, “No take backs now!”

Peter was so glad he had something to blame the colour of his cheeks on, especially when Juno managed to get a hold of himself and chuckled, “God, you’re so cute…”

“Shut up and go to sleep,” he muttered quickly, trying to sound annoyed.

Juno did, apparently thinking it more comfortable to just stay with his arms around Peter, resting his head on his stomach. They were still for a few moments as their breath slowed and evened out, as the exhaustion clearly caught up with Juno as he realised he truly did have somewhere he could rest and know he was safe.

With whatever consciousness he had left, he mumbled, “I mean it, Peter. I really needed a friend tonight and you came through. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Peter whispered back but Juno was asleep before he was halfway through, his body getting heavier as his muscles relaxed and he gave himself over.

All we can do is try.

It wasn’t a rule but in that moment, as he lay in the darkness and listened to Juno Steel snore softly, it made more sense to Peter than anything he’d ever been told.

Before he could think, before he could realise what he was doing, he dug his comms out of his pocket and tapped out a message to the only number he’d ever used on this thing.

Plans have to be delayed. Security concerns. Tuesday instead. Apologies.

He sent it quickly, watching the text disappear, leaving him with a dark reflection of his own face on the empty screen. What have you done?

Before any reply could come through, he tossed the comms to the floor, rolling over as much as he could, enough to bury his face in Juno’s hair. He smelled of damp and clean shampoo, coconut and clean towels and night air. A honest, planetside scent.

He knew the guilt was coming, building up in his chest, ready to burn him from the inside out. But there was a whole night in between then, to cling to Juno and imagine a future he could never have, a morning where he would open his eyes and the first thing he’d see would be Juno Steel and remember that he’d done a good thing. He’d been there for someone when they’d needed him.

Like he said, if he was going to torture himself, Peter Nureyev was going to do it thoroughly. After all, what was he if he wasn’t good at his job?

#jupeter #juno steel #peter nureyev #high school au #tpp #penumbra podcast #the penumbra fanfic #please reblog and comment!#benzaiten steel #mick mercury #benmick

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justanalto · 4 years ago

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i was tagged by the wonderfully sweet @besidemethewholedamntime -- thank you so much!! <3 <3 <3

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

I have a wet brush that’s bright blue, but I also have a hairbrush that’s red!

2. Name a food you never eat

uhhhh...olives, but only when they’re on their own.

3. Are you typical too warm or too cold?

I’m always too cold. always, always, always. my fingers are currently freezing and so are my toes. I think it’s because there’s a loose draft in my room here somewhere, TBH.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

roses are red // 45 minutes ago // i was writing poetry // and answering all my asks in a row

i’ve been sending people asks in poetry form and they’ve been responding, LOL -- so there’s been a lot of poetry brain going on!

5. What’s your favorite candy bar?

either a nice dark chocolate bar or a green tea kit kat bar!

6. Have you ever been to professional sports event?

I’ve been to a few professional baseball games! gotta get out there and have some mass sports pride. one of these days, my american football team will be good again and I will get those tickets.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

some half-hearted mumble-harmonizing to pentatonix’s be my eyes, so something along those lyrics!

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

either black raspberry (s/o to campus!!) or mint chocolate chip :)

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

a couple of sips of water, hehe

10. Do you like your wallet?

I do! It’s the first “grown-up” wallet I feel like I’ve ever had -- I bought it from camden market last year when I was in london, and it’s a nice pine shade of green and made of cork. unfortunately, because i bought it in london, it also means that it doesn’t hold american currency quite as well, but it’s okay, i make do, LOL!

11. What is the last thing you ate?

my dad made spaghetti bolognese and I ate that with a hecking ton of bread. it was fantastic :)

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

unfortunately, no :( i can’t remember the last time I bought new clothes. maybe january? february? before the pandemic started.

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched?

I think...I know it was definitely a pats game, and I’m pretty sure we lost, so it’s somewhere along the lines of pats v. ravens, I think

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

extra buttery, even though it would probably murder me :’)

15. Who is the last person you send text message to?

@aleksandrachaev, and it was two thumbs-up emojis, LOL.

16. Ever been camping?

I have! I went a long time ago, like nine years ago long ago, I think somewhere out west? I slept on an air mattress, went to an outdoor bathroom, all that fun jazz! and the bug bites, LOL.

17. Do you take vitamins?

my mom: so you’ve got the probiotic, the vitamin c and the biotin...

18. Do you regularly attend a place of workship?

I don’t -- my dad used to go to church regularly, but other than that, I’ve never been to church and we’ve never been as a family.

19. Do you have a tan?

i don’t know how this happened but I literally still have shorts tan from like, august. it is the middle of november, someone tell me how I got here. a couple of years ago, I burnt so badly on a trip to LA I was still seeing the tan months later, LOL. and most of the time, I have some fair flip-flop tan!

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza?

chinese, because pizza has the ability to murder me

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw?

it it’s a takeout cup, then odds are good i’m drinking it through a straw, but other than that nope :)

22. What color socks you usually wear?

white or grey, I think? i have some funky colored ones but i’m trying to change that

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

i’m having flashbacks to a conversation I had with a friend who laughed at me for going five miles above the speed limit -- yes, I do, but only the allowed five miles above the speed limit and none more

24. What terrifies you?

oh, no, you don’t want to ask me that, we’d be here all day...being abandoned, I guess? being left by the people I care about, becoming too attached to people because they can leave and hurt me, spiders, heights, the pandemic, being hated, being alone...my own emotions, sometimes.

25. Look to your left, what do you see?

my tubby nugget! he smiles at me, and I feel a lil better :)

26. What chore do you hate the most?

i literally could not tell you how much I hate cleaning the grout in our bathroom tile. it is a CHORE.

27. What do you think when you hear Australian accent?

the hemsworth brothers, but also someone I met abroad who was from perth and had the same name as me, LOL

28. Whats your favorite soda?

ginger ale!

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit drive through?

depends on where I’m hitting, tbh -- if i’m in a hurry, we’re going straight through the drive-thru. but if it’s an event, then we’ll go in! have a fun time. sit for a while and talk.

30. What’s your favorite number?

i don’t think I have one, actually?

31. Who’s the last person you talked to?

my dad, I’m pretty sure -- we talked about pandemic unemployment assistance :)

32. Favorite meal?

sushi, or whenever my mom makes steamed chicken. (i’m realizing it’s been so long since I’ve had that chicken and now I’m sad)

33. Last song you listed to?

for real by lana condor

34. Last book you read?

confucius jane by katie lynch, just to see if the lesbians stood up to the pedestal i’d put them on -- and hell yeah, they did!

35. Favorite day of the week?

right now, thursdays, because thursday is grey’s day!

36. Can you say alphabet backwards?

probably, if you gave me enough time to think about it

37. How do you like your coffee?

like i like my men -- from afar, some of them are pretty, but do I actually like them? no

38. Favorite pair of shoes?

either my gray ankle boots I got a couple of years ago or my ‘gay lesbian snow boots’ that I use when it’s snowing something awful out, LOL!

39. Time you normally get up?

i’m supposed to be up at 8 am, but I’m usually up anywhere between 9 and 10am. I...need to change that, LOL.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?

i love both! but I like sunset because I’ve never specifically woken up to see the sunrise, i’ve only seen it out of coincidence because I pulled an all nighter to do work

41. How many blankets on your bed?

three, at the moment -- a costco blanket, my college blanket and a five-below blanket

42. Describe your kitchen plates.

white with a floral border

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment.

it’s lived-in -- we have a side table that’s always at the risk of a collapsing, a power strip that runs a kettle, microwave and toaster oven (you can never run two of them at once otherwise the strip shuts off), kitchen mats that will never get rid of their crumbs and a healthy, healthy pantry!

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

either pink moscato wine or a rekorderlig cider!

45. Do you play cards?

i used to a lot, when I was younger! when I got older I stopped finding people to be able to play them with, unfortunately.

46. What color is your car?

silver! (even though I share it with my sister)

47. Can you change a tire?

no, but I’d definitely like to learn :)

48. Your favorite state or province?

new york or california, honestly. probably california. it’s the place I’ve felt the most free :)

49. Favorite job you’ve had?

i’ve had a lot of internships but not a lot of jobs, but I’d probably have to say it was the one I had at dunks -- so many funny things and stories came out of it, and now I have enough barista experience to power my coffee shop fics for a lifetime!

tagging: @agentmmayy @nazezdha321 @sadtunes @a-biochemist-not-a-bird @browneyedgenius @daisylincs @aleksandrachaev @missinglittlebritishfriend @hannahxowen @genderfluid-and-confuzled and anyone else that I missed -- you’re it!! (i’m truly sorry if I forgot you, I haven’t slept a lot in the last couple of nights fhdskjfhs)

#tag things #rebecca #besidemethewholedamntime

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lesbianspn · 4 years ago

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1x01 “Pilot”: SPN With Lesbians

Changed from men to women:

- Dana Winchester - Samantha Winchester aka “Sammie”/“Sam” - Jean Winchester - Azazel(’s vessel) - Josie Welch - Others: Tammy Squire, Deputy Jaffe, Luisa, Motel Clerk, Deputy Hein

Stayed as women:

- Mary Winchester - Jessica Moore - Constance Welch - Amy Hein

Original transcript

PROLOGUE

EXT. HOUSE – NIGHT

Lawrence, Kansas

22 years ago

Crickets chirp. A large deciduous tree with no leaves stands outside one of several suburban homes.

INT. NURSERY – NIGHT

A WOMAN, MARY WINCHESTER, wearing a white nightgown, carries a SMALL CHILD, her daughter DANA, into a dark room.

MARY

Come on, let's say good night to your sister.

MARY turns on the lights: it's the nursery of a BABY, SAMANTHA, who is lying in her crib and looking over at MARY and DANA. MARY sets DANA down. DANA leans over the side of the crib and kisses SAMANTHA on the forehead.

DANA

'Night, Sam.

MARY leans over SAMANTHA as well.

MARY

Good night, love.

MARY brushes SAMANTHA's hair back and kisses her forehead.

WOMAN

Hey, Dana.

DANA turns. The WOMAN in the doorway wearing a USMC T-shirt is JEAN. DANA rushes over to her.

DANA

Mommy!

JEAN

Hey, darlin’.

JEAN scoops DANA up.

JEAN

So what do you think? You think Sammie's ready to toss around a football yet?

DANA shakes her head, laughing.

DANA

No, Mommy.

JEAN laughs.

JEAN

No.

MARY passes JEAN and DANA on the way out of the room.

MARY

You got her?

JEAN

I got her.

JEAN hugs DANA closer.

JEAN

Sweet dreams, Sammie.

JEAN carries DANA out of the room, flipping off the lights. SAMANTHA watches them go, gurgling, then tries to reach her toes.

The baseball-themed mobile above SAMANTHA's crib begins to spin on its own while SAMANTHA watches. The transportation-themed clock on the wall ticks, ticks, stops. The moon-shaped nightlight flickers.

INT. MASTER BEDROOM – NIGHT

Lights flicker on a baby monitor sitting on a nightstand next to a photo of MARY and JEAN. Strange noises come through the monitor. MARY, asleep in bed, stirs. She turns on the light on the nightstand.

MARY

Jean?

MARY turns: she's alone. She gets up.

INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT

MARY walks down the hall to SAMANTHA's nursery. JEAN, seen only in silhouette, stands over SAMANTHA's crib.

MARY

Jean? Is she hungry?

JEAN turns her head.

WOMAN

Shhh.

MARY

All right.

MARY heads back down the hallway. The light by the stairs is flickering. MARY frowns and goes to tap at it till the light steadies.

MARY

Hm.

More flickering light is coming from downstairs: MARY investigates. A war movie is on TV and JEAN has fallen asleep watching it. If JEAN is here, MARY realizes, then the WOMAN upstairs cannot be JEAN and must be a danger. She runs back upstairs.

MARY

Sammie! Sammie!

MARY enters SAMANTHA's nursery and stops short.

INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Upstairs, MARY screams. JEAN wakes up.

JEAN

Mary?

JEAN scrambles out of the chair.

JEAN

Mary!

JEAN runs upstairs.

INT. NURSERY – NIGHT

JEAN bursts through the closed door of the nursery.

JEAN

Mary.

The room is quiet and appears empty except for SAMANTHA awake in her crib and JEAN. JEAN glances around and pushes down the side of SAMANTHA's crib.

JEAN

Hey, Sammie. You okay?

Something dark drips next to SAMANTHA. JEAN touches it. Two more drops land on the back of JEAN's hand. It looks like blood. JEAN looks up. MARY is sprawled across the ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown red with blood, staring at JEAN and struggling to breathe. JEAN collapses onto the floor, staring at MARY.

JEAN

No! Mary!

MARY bursts into flame. The fire spreads over the ceiling. JEAN stares, frozen. SAMANTHA wails. JEAN, reminded she's not alone, gets up and scoops SAMANTHA out of her crib and rushes out of the room.

INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT

DANA is awake and coming to investigate.

DANA

Mommy!

JEAN shoves SAMANTHA at DANA.

JEAN

Take your sister outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dana, go!

DANA turns and runs. JEAN turns back to the nursery.

JEAN

Mary!

The entire room is on fire. MARY herself can barely be seen.

JEAN

No!

EXT. HOUSE – NIGHT

DANA runs outside, holding SAMANTHA.

DANA

It's okay, Sammie.

DANA turns to look up at SAMANTHA's window, which is lit with gold.

JEAN runs outside, scoops up DANA and SAMANTHA, and carries them both away.

JEAN

I gotcha.

Fire explodes out of SAMANTHA's nursery window.

EXT. HOUSE – NIGHT, LATER

The Lawrence fire department has arrived. A FIREFIGHTER gets out of a fire truck and takes over at the gauges for another firefighter.

FIREFIGHTER

I got it. You go hold the line up.

The second firefighter goes to the back of the truck and takes a hose from a third firefighter. That firefighter takes the hose towards the house where a fourth firefighter is spraying through SAMANTHA's nursery window. A paramedic opens the back of an ambulance. A POLICE OFFICER waves some neighbors back.

OFFICER

Stay back. You have to stay back.

Across the street from the house, JEAN and DANA sit on the hood of JEAN's Impala, JEAN holding SAMANTHA. JEAN looks up at the remnants of the fire.

ACT ONE

Stanford University

Present Day

It is 31 Oct 2005.

"Gasoline" by Ginger begins to play.

APARTMENT

INT. BEDROOM – DAY

YOUNG WOMAN

Sam!

The YOUNG WOMAN, JESS, comes around a corner; she is wearing a sexy-nurse costume and adjusting her hat. The photo of MARY and JEAN from earlier is on the dresser.

JESS

Get a move on, would you?

MUSIC

I've been shot from a cannon

JESS

We were supposed to be there like fifteen minutes ago.

JESS walks off.

JESS

Sam!

MUSIC

I'm a human cannonball

JESS

You coming or what?

A YOUNG WOMAN pokes her head around the corner; this is SAMANTHA. She's wearing jeans and three shirts, not a costume.

SAMANTHA

Do I have to?

JESS

Yes!

MUSIC

I'm gonna fly high

JESS

It'll be fun.

SAMANTHA comes into the room.

JESS

And where's your costume?

MUSIC

I'm gonna fall fall fall

SAMANTHA laughs and ducks her head.

SAMANTHA

You know how I feel about Halloween.

PARTY

INT. BAR – NIGHT

Classic's "What Cha Gonna Do" begins to play.

MUSIC

Show me whatcha gonna do

Yeah whatcha gonna do

Are you trying to get in

Yeah whatcha gonna do

The bar is decorated for Halloween (including a gargoyle with cobwebs and a baseball hat that says "GET NAKED"). Someone pours someone else a shot. Everyone is in costume.

MUSIC

Are you gonna ride

JESS raises a glass as a YOUNG WOMAN in a ghoul costume, LUISA, comes up to the table where SAMANTHA and JESS are. SAMANTHA is still not in costume.

JESS

So here's to Sam—

MUSIC

Baby

JESS

—and her awesome LSAT victory.

SAMANTHA

All right, all right, it's not that big a deal.

JESS, SAMANTHA, and LUISA clink glasses.

JESS

Yeah, she acts all humble.

JESS

But she scored a one seventy-four.

LUISA drinks her shot and so does SAMANTHA.

LUISA

Is that good?

JESS

Scary good.

JESS drinks.

LUISA

So there you go. You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want!

LUISA sits next to SAMANTHA.

R.D. CALL

SAMANTHA

Actually, I got an interview here. Monday. If it goes okay I think I got a shot at a full ride next year.

JESS

Hey. It's gonna go great.

SAMANTHA

It better.

LUISA

How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?

SAMANTHA

Ah, they don't know.

LUISA

Oh, no, I would be gloating! Why not?

SAMANTHA

Because we're not exactly the Bradys.

LUISA

And I'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?

JESS and SAMANTHA speak in chorus.

JESS and SAMANTHA

No. No.

SAMANTHA

No.

LUISA goes up to the bar anyway.

JESS

No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday—

JESS

—and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it.

SAMANTHA

What would I do without you?

JESS

Crash and burn.

JESS smiles and pulls SAMANTHA in for a kiss.

MUSIC

Are you trying to get in

Yeah whatcha gonna do

APARTMENT

INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

MUSIC

Are you gonna ride baby

SAMANTHA and JESS lie in bed, asleep back to back. JESS shifts position.

A sound outside the room, like a window opening. SAMANTHA opens her eyes.

INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT

SAMANTHA leaves the bedroom and looks around the apartment.

Executive Producer

DAVID NUTTER

A window is open; earlier it must have been closed. Footsteps. A WOMAN walks past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall. SAMANTHA moves to another part of the apartment and waits. The WOMAN enters the room. SAMANTHA lunges forward and grabs the WOMAN at the shoulder. The WOMAN knocks SAMANTHA's arm away and aims a strike at SAMANTHA, who ducks. The WOMAN grabs SAMANTHA's arm, swings her around, and shoves her back. SAMANTHA kicks and is blocked, then pushed back into another room. If the WOMAN hadn't seen SAMANTHA's face before, she sees it now; SAMANTHA gets her first glimpse of the WOMAN. The WOMAN elbows SAMANTHA in the face; SAMANTHA kicks at her head. The WOMAN ducks and swings and SAMANTHA blocks. The WOMAN knocks SAMANTHA down and pins her to the floor, one hand at SAMANTHA's neck and the other holding SAMANTHA's wrist.

WOMAN

Whoa, easy, tiger.

SAMANTHA breathes hard.

SAMANTHA

Dana?

DANA laughs.

SAMANTHA

You scared the crap out of me!

DANA

That's 'cause you're out of practice.

SAMANTHA grabs DANA's hand and yanks, slamming her heel into DANA's back and DANA to the floor.

DANA

Or not.

SAMANTHA taps DANA twice where SAMANTHA is holding her.

DANA

Get off of me.

SAMANTHA rolls to her feet and pulls DANA up.

SAMANTHA

What the hell are you doing here?

DANA

Well, I was looking for a beer.

DANA puts her hands on SAMANTHA's shoulders, shakes once, and lets go.

SAMANTHA

What the hell are you doing here?

DANA

Okay. All right. We gotta talk.

SAMANTHA

Uh, the phone?

DANA

If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?

JESS turns the light on. She is wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt.

JESS

Sam?

SAMANTHA and DANA turn their heads in unison.

SAMANTHA

Jess. Hey. Dana, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.

DANA looks at her appreciatively.

JESS

Wait, your sister Dana?

JESS smiles. SAMANTHA nods. DANA grins at her and moves closer.

DANA

Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my sister's league.

JESS

Just let me put something on.

JESS turns to go. DANA's voice stops her.

DANA

No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously.

DANA goes back over to SAMANTHA without taking her eyes off JESS. SAMANTHA watches her, her expression stony.

DANA

Anyway, I gotta borrow your girlfriend here, talk about some private family business.

DANA

But, uh, nice meeting you.

SAMANTHA

No.

SAMANTHA goes over to JESS and puts an arm around her.

SAMANTHA

No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.

DANA

Okay.

DANA turns to look at them both straight on.

DANA

Um. Mom hasn't been home in a few days.

SAMANTHA

So she's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. She'll stumble back in sooner or later.

DANA ducks her head and looks back up.

DANA

Mother's on a hunting trip. And she hasn't been home in a few days.

SAMANTHA's expression doesn't change while she takes this in. JESS glances up at her.

SAMANTHA

Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.

OUTSIDE APARTMENT

INT. STAIRWELL – NIGHT

SAMANTHA and DANA head downstairs. SAMANTHA has put on jeans and a hoodie.

SAMANTHA

I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you.

DANA

You're not hearing me, Sammie. Mother's missing. I need you to help me find her.

SAMANTHA

You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? She was missing then, too. She's always missing, and she's always fine.

DANA stops and turns around. SAMANTHA stops too.

DANA

Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?

SAMANTHA

I'm not.

DANA

Why not?

SAMANTHA

I swore I was done hunting. For good.

DANA

Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad.

DANA starts downstairs again. SAMANTHA follows.

SAMANTHA

Yeah? When I told Jean I was scared of the thing in my closet, she gave me a .45.

DANA stops at the door to the outside.

DANA

Well, what was she supposed to do?

SAMANTHA

I was nine years old! She was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark.

DANA

Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there.

SAMANTHA

Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Jean's obsession to find the thing that killed her.

DANA glances outside.

SAMANTHA

But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find.

DANA

We save a lot of people doing it, too.

A pause.

SAMANTHA

You think Mom would have wanted this for us?

DANA rolls her eyes and slams the door open.

EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT

There's a short flight of stairs from the door to the parking lot. DANA and SAMANTHA climb it.

SAMANTHA

The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dana, we were raised like warriors.

They cross the parking lot to the Impala from the prologue.

DANA

So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?

SAMANTHA

No. Not normal. Safe.

DANA

And that's why you ran away.

DANA looks away.

SAMANTHA

I was just going to college. It was Jean who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing.

DANA

Yeah, well, Mother's in real trouble right now. If she's not dead already. I can feel it.

SAMANTHA is silent.

DANA

I can't do this alone.

SAMANTHA

Yes you can.

DANA looks down.

DANA

Yeah, well, I don't want to.

SAMANTHA sighs and looks down, thinking, then up.

SAMANTHA

What was she hunting?

DANA opens the trunk of the Impala, then the spare-tire compartment. It's an arsenal. She props the compartment open with a shotgun and digs through the clutter.

DANA

All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?

SAMANTHA

So when Jean left, why didn't you go with her?

DANA

I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans.

SAMANTHA

Jean let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?

DANA looks over at SAMANTHA.

DANA

I'm twenty-six, dude.

DANA pulls some papers out of a folder.

DANA

All right, here we go. So Mother was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this chick.

DANA hands one of the papers to SAMANTHA.

DANA

They found her car, but she vanished. Completely MIA.

The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a woman's picture, captioned "Andrea Carey MISSING". SAMANTHA reads it and glances up.

SAMANTHA

So maybe she was kidnapped.

DANA

Yeah. Well, here's another one in April.

DANA tosses down another Jericho Herald article for each date she mentions.

DANA

Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years.

DANA takes the article back from SAMANTHA and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder.

DANA

All women, all the same five-mile stretch of road.

DANA pulls a bag out of another part of the arsenal.

DANA

It started happening more and more, so Mother went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from her since, which is bad enough.

DANA grabs a handheld tape recorder.

DANA

Then I get this voicemail yesterday.

She presses play. The recording is staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up.

JEAN

Dana...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dana. We're all in danger.

DANA presses stop.

SAMANTHA

You know there's EVP on that?

DANA

Not bad, Sammie. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?

SAMANTHA shakes her head.

DANA

All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got.

She presses play again.

WOMAN

I can never go home...

DANA presses stop.

SAMANTHA

Never go home.

DANA drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk, then leans on it.

DANA

You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing.

SAMANTHA looks away and sighs, then looks back.

SAMANTHA

All right. I'll go. I'll help you find her.

DANA nods.

SAMANTHA

But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.

SAMANTHA turns to go back to the apartment. She turns back when DANA speaks.

DANA

What's first thing Monday?

SAMANTHA

I have this...I have an interview.

DANA

What, a job interview? Skip it.

SAMANTHA

It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate.

DANA

Law school?

DANA smirks.

SAMANTHA

So we got a deal or not?

DANA says nothing.

APARTMENT

INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

SAMANTHA is packing a duffel bag. She pulls out a large hook-shaped knife and slides it inside. JESS comes into the room.

JESS

Wait, you're taking off?

SAMANTHA looks up.

JESS

Is this about your mother? Is she all right?

SAMANTHA

Yeah. You know, just a little family drama.

SAMANTHA goes over to the dresser and turns on the lamp atop it.

JESS

Your sister said she was on some kind of hunting trip.

JESS sits on the bed. SAMANTHA rummages in one of the drawers and comes out with a couple shirts, which go in the duffel.

SAMANTHA

Oh, yeah, she's just deer hunting up at the cabin, she's probably got Jamie, Jane, and Josefa along with her. I'm just going to go bring her back.

JESS

What about the interview?

SAMANTHA

I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple days.

SAMANTHA goes around the bed. JESS gets up and follows.

JESS

Sam, I mean, please.

SAMANTHA stops and turns.

JESS

Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?

SAMANTHA laughs a little.

SAMANTHA

I'm fine.

JESS

It's just...you won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal.

SAMANTHA

Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise.

She kisses her on the cheek and leaves.

JESS

At least tell me where you're going.

CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY

EXT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY – NIGHT

Jericho, California

The Eagles of Death Metal's "Speaking in Tongues" plays. A YOUNG WOMAN, TAMMY, is driving down the highway, talking on her cell phone.

TAMMY

Amy, I can't come over tonight. Because I've got work in the morning, that's why. ...Yeah, okay, I miss it and my mom's gonna have my ass.

A high-pitched whine. TAMMY looks over and sees a WOMAN in a white dress on the side of the road. She's moving as though dancing; she flickers, and for a moment she's gone.

TAMMY

Hey, ah, Amy, let me call you back?

MUSIC

I got this feeling and it's deep in my bah-tay

It gives me wiggles and it makes my rump shake

I said ho!

TAMMY tries several times to turn off the radio, which is flickering. Nothing happens.

MUSIC

If I should touch you

Might be electrocuted

I said ho!

Deep in your body

TAMMY pulls up next to the WOMAN, whose dress is torn in several places, and stops, leaning across the shotgun seat.

TAMMY

Car trouble or something?

A long pause.

WOMAN

Take me home?

The voice is the same one from the altered voicemail. TAMMY opens the passenger door.

TAMMY

Sure, get in.

The WOMAN, who is barefoot, climbs in and closes the door.

TAMMY

So, where do you live?

WOMAN

At the end of Breckenridge Road.

TAMMY nods.

TAMMY

You coming from a Halloween party or something?

The WOMAN's dress is very low-cut. TAMMY notices, stares, and looks away, laughing nervously.

TAMMY

You know, a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here.

She looks at Tammy mournfully, seductively, and pulls her skirt up over her thigh.

WOMAN

I'm with you.

TAMMY looks away. The WOMAN takes TAMMY's chin and turns her face towards her.

WOMAN

Do you think I'm pretty?

TAMMY nods, eyes stuck on her cleavage.

TAMMY

Uh...huh.

WOMAN

Will you come home with me?

TAMMY

Um. Hell yeah.

She drives off.

EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE – NIGHT

They pull up to an old abandoned house at the end of a road. The WOMAN stares at it sadly.

TAMMY

Come on. You don't live here.

WOMAN

I can never go home.

TAMMY

What are you talking about? Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?

She turns, and the WOMAN has gone. She checks the back seat, also empty, and gets out of the car, nervous.

TAMMY

That's good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?

TAMMY looks around: no signs of life except crickets. She walks towards the house.

TAMMY

Hello? Hello?

There's a picture of the WOMAN and two CHILDREN inside the house; the picture is covered in dust.

TAMMY peers through the hole in the screen door. A bird flies at her face, scaring her into falling over. She yells, leaps to her feet, and runs back to the car. She gets in and drives off.

EXT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY – NIGHT

TAMMY looks behind her—no one's there—then in the rearview mirror. The WOMAN is in the back seat. TAMMY yells again and drives straight through a "Bridge Closed" sign, stopping about halfway across the bridge. She screams. Blood spatters the windows.

ACT TWO

GAS STATION

EXT. GAS STATION – DAY

It is 1 Nov 2005.

The Impala is parked in front of a pump. "Ramblin' Man" by the Allman Brothers plays.

MUSIC

Lord, I was born a ramblin' woman

DANA comes out of the convenience mart carrying junk food.

MUSIC

Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can

SAMANTHA is sitting in the shotgun seat with the door open, rifling through a box of tapes.

DANA

Hey!

SAMANTHA leans out and looks at her.

DANA

You want breakfast?

SAMANTHA

No, thanks.

MUSIC

And when it's time for leavin'

SAMANTHA

So how'd you pay for that stuff?

MUSIC

I hope you'll understand

SAMANTHA

You and Jean still running credit card scams?

MUSIC

That I was born a ramblin' woman

DANA

Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career.

DANA puts the nozzle back on the pump.

DANA

Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards.

SAMANTHA

Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?

SAMANTHA swings her legs back inside the car and closes the door.

DANA

Uh, Betty Aframian.

DANA gets into the driver seat and puts her soda and chips down.

DANA

And her daughter Harriet. Scored two cards out of the deal.

DANA closes the door.

SAMANTHA

That sounds about right. I swear, woman, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection.

There are at least a dozen cassettes in the box on SAMANTHA's lap; some have album art, others are hand-labeled.

DANA

Why?

SAMANTHA

Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two.

SAMANTHA holds up a tape for every band she names.

SAMANTHA

Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?

DANA takes the box labeled Metallica from SAMANTHA.

SAMANTHA

It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.

DANA

Well, house rules, Sammie.

DANA pops the tape in the player.

DANA

Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole.

DANA drops the Metallica box back in the box of tapes and starts the engine.

SAMANTHA

You know, Sammie is a chubby twelve-year-old.

AC/DC's "Back in Black" begins to play.

SAMANTHA

It's Sam, okay?

DANA

Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud.

DANA drives off.

CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY

EXT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY – DAY

MUSIC

Back in black

I hit the sack

I've been too long

I'm glad to be back

Yes I'm let loose

They drive past a sign that says "JERICHO 7".

MUSIC

From the noose

That's kept me hanging about

Sam is talking on her cell phone.

SAMANTHA

Thank you.

SAMANTHA closes her phone.

MUSIC

Lookin' at the sky

'Cause it's gettin' me high

SAMANTHA

All right. So, there's no one matching Jean at the hospital or morgue.

MUSIC

Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die

SAMANTHA

So that's something, I guess.

DANA glances over at SAMANTHA, then back at the road. At a bridge ahead of them, there are two police cars and several officers.

MUSIC

I got nine lives

Cat's eyes

Abusin' every one of them and running wild

DANA

Check it out.

SAMANTHA leans forward for a closer look.

MUSIC

'Cause I'm back

Yes I'm back

DANA pulls over. They take a long look before DANA turns off the engine. Kid Gloves Music's "My Cheatin' Ways" begins to play. DANA opens the glove compartment and pulls out a box full of ID cards with her and JEAN's faces: visible ones include FBI and DEA. She picks one out and grins at SAMANTHA, who stares.

DANA

Let's go.

DANA gets out of the car.

On the bridge, the lead DEPUTY, DEPUTY JAFFE, leans over the railing to yell down to two WOMEN in wetsuits who were poking around the river.

JAFFE

You ladies find anything?

WOMAN

No! Nothing!

JAFFE turns back to the car in the middle of the bridge. It's familiar: it's TAMMY's, the blood gone. Another DEPUTY, DEPUTY HEIN, is at the driver's side looking around inside the car.

HEIN

No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean.

DANA and SAMANTHA walk into the crime scene like they belong there.

JAFFE

So, this kid Tammy. She's dating your daughter, isn't she?

HEIN

Yeah.

JAFFE

How's Amy doing?

HEIN

She's putting up missing posters downtown.

DANA

You gals had another one like this just last month, didn't you?

JAFFE looks up when DANA starts talking and straightens up to talk to her.

JAFFE

And who are you?

DANA flashes her badge.

DANA

Federal marshals.

JAFFE

You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?

DANA laughs.

DANA

Thanks, that's awfully kind of you.

DANA goes over to the car.

DANA

You did have another one just like this, correct?

JAFFE

Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that.

SAMANTHA

So, this victim, you knew her?

JAFFE nods.

JAFFE

Town like this, everybody knows everybody.

DANA circles the car, looking around.

DANA

Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all women?

JAFFE

No. Not so far as we can tell.

SAMANTHA

So what's the theory?

SAMANTHA goes over to DANA.

JAFFE

Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?

DANA

Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys.

SAMANTHA stomps on DANA's foot.

SAMANTHA

Thank you for your time.

SAMANTHA starts to walk away. DANA follows.

SAMANTHA

Ladies.

JAFFE watches them go. DANA smacks SAMANTHA on the head.

SAMANTHA

Ow! What was that for?

DANA

Why'd you have to step on my foot?

SAMANTHA

Why do you have to talk to the police like that?

DANA looks at SAMANTHA and moves in front of her, forcing SAMANTHA to stop walking.

DANA

Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Mother we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves.

SAMANTHA clears her throat and looks over DANA's shoulder. DANA turns. It's SHERIFF PIERCE and two FBI AGENTS.

SHERIFF

Can I help you gals?

DANA

No, ma’am, we were just leaving.

As the FBI AGENTS walk past DANA, she nods at each of them.

DANA

Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.

DANA and SAMANTHA head past the SHERIFF, who turns to watch them go.

JERICHO

EXT. STREET – DAY

The marquee on the Highland Movie Theater reads:

EMERGENCY TOWN HALL MEETING

SUNDAY 8 PM

BE SAFE OUT THERE

A YOUNG WOMAN is tacking up posters with TAMMY's face and the caption "MISSING TAMMY SQUIRE". DANA and SAMANTHA approach.

DANA

I'll bet you that's her.

SAMANTHA

Yeah.

DANA and SAMANTHA walk up to the YOUNG WOMAN.

DANA

You must be Amy.

AMY

Yeah.

DANA

Yeah, Tammy told us about you. We're her aunts. I'm Dana, this is Samantha.

AMY

She never mentioned you to me.

AMY walks away. DANA and SAMANTHA walk with her.

DANA

Well, that's Tammy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto.

SAMANTHA

So, we're looking for her too, and we're kinda asking around.

Another YOUNG WOMAN, RACHEL, comes up to AMY and puts a hand on her arm.

RACHEL

Hey, are you okay?

AMY

Yeah.

SAMANTHA

You mind if we ask you a couple questions?

Another poster that says MISSING TAMMY SQUIRE flaps in the breeze.

INT. DINER – DAY

The four of them are sitting in a booth, DANA and SAMANTHA opposite AMY and RACHEL.

AMY

I was on the phone with Tammy. She was driving home. She said she would call me right back, and...she never did.

SAMANTHA

She didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?

AMY shakes her head.

AMY

No. Nothing I can remember.

SAMANTHA

I like your necklace.

AMY holds the pendant she's wearing, a pentagram in a circle, and looks down at it.

AMY

Tammy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents—

AMY laughs.

AMY

—with all that devil stuff.

SAMANTHA laughs a little and looks down, then up. DANA looks over.

SAMANTHA

Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing.

DANA

Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries.

DANA takes her arm off the back of SAMANTHA's seat and leans forward.

DANA

Here's the deal, ladies. The way Tammy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything...

AMY and RACHEL look at each other.

DANA

What is it?

RACHEL

Well, it's just... I mean, with all these girls going missing, people talk.

DANA and SAMANTHA speak in chorus.

DANA and SAMANTHA

What do they talk about?

RACHEL

It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago.

DANA looks at SAMANTHA, who watches RACHEL attentively, nodding.

RACHEL

Well, supposedly she's still out there.

SAMANTHA nods.

RACHEL

She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever.

SAMANTHA and DANA look at each other.

LIBRARY

INT. LIBRARY – DAY

A web browser is open to the archive search page for the Jericho Herald. The words "Female Murder Hitchhiking" are typed into the search box. DANA clicks GO; the screen tells her there are "(0) Result". DANA replaces "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" with the same response. SAMANTHA is sitting next to her, watching.

SAMANTHA

Let me try.

DANA smacks SAMANTHA's hand.

DANA

I got it.

SAMANTHA shoves DANA's chair out of the way and takes over.

DANA

Dude!

DANA hits SAMANTHA in the shoulder.

DANA

You're such a control freak.

SAMANTHA

So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?

DANA

Yeah.

SAMANTHA

Well, maybe it's not murder.

SAMANTHA replaces "Murder" with "Suicide" and finds an article entitled "Suicide on Centennial". DANA glances at SAMANTHA. SAMANTHA opens the article, dated April 25, 1981.

A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night.

Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several [minutes]. She reported that their complex-[...]

What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for Constance. Our babies were gone, and she just couldn't bear it," said wife Josie Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time."

At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Josie Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where she works the graveyard shift as associate manager.

"Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Dean Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children."

SAMANTHA

This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river.

There's a picture of CONSTANCE; it's the WOMAN who killed TAMMY.

DANA

Does it say why she did it?

SAMANTHA

Yeah.

DANA

What?

SAMANTHA

An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die.

DANA raises her eyebrows.

DANA

Hm.

The article has a picture of Josie next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge; it's the place TAMMY died.

SAMANTHA

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said wife Josie Welch."

DANA

The bridge look familiar to you?

SYLVANIA BRIDGE

EXT. SYLVANIA BRIDGE – NIGHT

DANA and SAMANTHA walk along the bridge, then stop to lean on the railing and look down at the river.

DANA

So this is where Constance took the swan dive.

SAMANTHA

So you think Jean would have been here?

SAMANTHA looks over at DANA.

DANA

Well, she's chasing the same story and we're chasing her.

DANA continues walking. SAMANTHA follows.

SAMANTHA

Okay, so now what?

DANA

Now we keep digging until we find her. Might take a while.

SAMANTHA stops.

SAMANTHA

Dana, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—

DANA turns around.

DANA

Monday. Right. The interview.

SAMANTHA

Yeah.

DANA

Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?

SAMANTHA

Maybe. Why not?

DANA

Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?

SAMANTHA steps closer.

SAMANTHA

No, and she's not ever going to know.

DANA

Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammie. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.

DANA turns around and keeps walking. SAMANTHA follows.

SAMANTHA

And who's that?

DANA

You're one of us.

SAMANTHA hurries to get in front of DANA.

SAMANTHA

No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.

DANA

You have a responsibility to—

SAMANTHA

To Jean? And her crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.

DANA grabs SAMANTHA by the collar and shoves her up against the railing of the bridge. A long pause.

DANA

Don't talk about her like that.

DANA releases SAMANTHA and walks away. She sees CONSTANCE standing at the edge of the bridge.

DANA

Sam.

SAMANTHA comes to stand next to DANA. CONSTANCE looks over at them, then steps forward off the edge. SAMANTHA and DANA run to the railing and look over.

DANA

Where'd she go?

SAMANTHA

I don't know.

Behind them, the Impala's engine starts and its headlights come on. DANA and SAMANTHA turn to look.

DANA

What the—

SAMANTHA

Who's driving your car?

DANA pulls the keys out of her pocket and jingles them. SAMANTHA glances at them. The car jerks into motion, heading straight for them. They turn and run.

SAMANTHA

Dana? Go! Go!

The car is moving faster than they are; when it gets too close, SAMANTHA and DANA dive over the railing. The car comes to a halt.

ACT THREE

SYLVANIA BRIDGE

EXT. SYLVANIA BRIDGE – NIGHT

Establishing shot of the bridge.

SAMANTHA has caught herself on the edge of the bridge and is hanging on. She pulls herself up onto the bridge and looks around.

SAMANTHA

Dana? Dana!

Below, a filthy and annoyed DANA crawls out of the water and onto the mud, panting.

DANA

What?

SAMANTHA

Hey! Are you all right?

DANA holds up one hand in an A-OK sign.

DANA

I'm super.

SAMANTHA laughs, relieved, and scoots away from the edge.

EXT. SYLVANIA BRIDGE – NIGHT, LATER

DANA shuts the hood of her car and leans on it.

SAMANTHA

Your car all right?

DANA

Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!

SAMANTHA

Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?

SAMANTHA settles on the hood next to DANA. DANA throws up her arms in frustration, then flicks mud off her hands. SAMANTHA sniffs, then looks at DANA.

SAMANTHA

You smell like a toilet.

DANA looks down.

MOTEL

INT. MOTEL LOBBY – DAY

It is 2 Nov 2005.

A VersaBank MasterCard in the name of Harriet Aframian lands on a handwritten guest ledger.

DANA

One room, please.

DANA is standing at the motel check-in desk, still filthy, with SAMANTHA right behind her. The CLERK picks up the card and looks at it.

CLERK

You girls having a reunion or something?

SAMANTHA

What do you mean?

CLERK

I had another woman, Betty Aframian. She came and bought out a room for the whole month.

DANA looks back at SAMANTHA.

JEAN'S ROOM

INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY

The motel door swings open. SAMANTHA is on the other side, having just picked the lock. SAMANTHA hides the picks and stands up. DANA is just outside, playing lookout, until SAMANTHA reaches out of the room to grab her shoulder and yank her inside. SAMANTHA closes the door behind them. They look around—every vertical surface has papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol.

SAMANTHA

Whoa.

DANA turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. SAMANTHA steps over a line of salt on the floor. DANA sniffs the burger and recoils.

DANA

I don't think she's been here for a couple days at least.

SAMANTHA fingers the salt on the floor and looks up.

SAMANTHA

Salt, cats-eye shells...she was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in.

DANA looks at the papers covering one wall.

SAMANTHA

What have you got here?

DANA

Centennial Highway victims.

SAMANTHA nods. The victims seen on the wall include Martha somebody, Billie Durrell, Scarlet Nifong who disappeared in 1987 at age 25, and somebody Parks. Martha, Durrell, and Nifong are all white males, judging by the photos.

DANA

I don't get it. I mean, different women, different jobs—

SAMANTHA crosses the room.

DANA

—ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these chicks have in common?

While DANA talks, SAMANTHA looks at the papers taped to the other walls. There's something about the Bell Witch, two people being burned alive, a skeletal person blowing a horn at several scared people with the note "MORTIS DANSE", a column about "Devils + Demons", another about "Sirens, Witches, the possessed", a wooden pentacle, and a note that says "Woman in White" above a printout of the Jericho Herald article on CONSTANCE's suicide.

SAMANTHA turns on another lamp.

SAMANTHA

Jean figured it out.

DANA turns to look.

DANA

What do you mean?

SAMANTHA

She found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white.

DANA looks at the photos of CONSTANCE's victims.

DANA

You sly dogs.

DANA turns back to SAMANTHA.

DANA

All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Mother would have found the corpse and destroyed it.

SAMANTHA

She might have another weakness.

DANA

Well, Mother would want to make sure.

DANA crosses to SAMANTHA.

DANA

She'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?

SAMANTHA

No, not that I can tell. If I were Jean, though, I'd go ask her wife.

SAMANTHA taps the picture of JOSIE WELCH. The caption says she's thirty; the article dates to 1981, so she must be sixty-four.

SAMANTHA

If she's still alive.

SAMANTHA goes to look at something else. DANA looks at the picture below the Herald article, of a woman in a white dress.

DANA

All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up.

DANA starts to walk away. SAMANTHA turns.

SAMANTHA

Hey, Dana?

DANA stops and turns back.

SAMANTHA

What I said earlier, about Mom and Jean, I'm sorry.

DANA holds up a hand.

DANA

No chick-flick moments.

SAMANTHA laughs and nods.

SAMANTHA

All right. Jerk.

DANA

Asshole.

SAMANTHA laughs again. DANA disappears, presumably into the bathroom. SAMANTHA notices something, her smile disappearing, and crosses over for a closer look. A rosary hangs in front of a large mirror, and stuck into the mirror frame is a photo of JEAN sitting on the hood of the Impala, next to a GIRL in a baseball cap who is presumably DANA and with a YOUNGER GIRL, presumably SAMANTHA, on JEAN's lap. SAMANTHA takes the photo off the mirror and holds it, smiling sadly.

MOTEL

INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY, LATER

SAMANTHA paces, holding her phone, and sits down on the bed. A voicemail message is playing.

JESS

Hey, it's me, it's about ten-twenty Saturday night—

DANA, clean again, comes out of the bathroom and grabs her jacket. She shrugs it on one shoulder as she crosses the room.

DANA

Hey, woman. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?

SAMANTHA

No.

DANA

Aframian's buying.

SAMANTHA shakes her head.

SAMANTHA

Mm-mm.

EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY

DANA leaves the motel room. She gets the jacket the rest of the way on as she crosses the lot. She looks over and sees a police car, where the MOTEL CLERK is talking to DEPUTY JAFFE and DEPUTY HEIN. The CLERK points at DANA, who turns away and pulls out her cell phone.

INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY and EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY, alternating

SAMANTHA is sitting on the bed, still listening to the message.

JESS

So come home soon, okay? I love you.

The phone beeps. SAMANTHA looks at it and presses a button, then puts it back to her ear.

SAMANTHA

What?

Outside, the DEPUTIES are approaching DANA.

DANA

Dude, five-oh, take off.

SAMANTHA stands up.

SAMANTHA

What about you?

DANA

Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Mother.

DANA hangs up the phone as the DEPUTIES approach. She turns and grins at them.

DANA

Problem, officers?

JAFFE

Where's your partner?

DANA

Partner? What, what partner?

JAFFE glances over her shoulder and jerks her thumb towards the motel room. HEIN heads over there. DANA fidgets.

SAMANTHA sees HEIN approaching and darts away from the window.

JAFFE

So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?

DANA

My tits.

DANA grins.

HEIN slams Dana over the hood of the cop car.

JAFFE

You have the right to remain silent—

ACT FOUR

SHERIFF'S OFFICE

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE – DAY

SHERIFF PIERCE enters the room, carrying a box. She sets the box on the table at which DANA sits and goes around the table to face DANA across it.

SHERIFF

So you want to give us your real name?

DANA

I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent.

SHERIFF

I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here.

DANA

We talkin', like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?

SHERIFF

You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall.

DANA looks away.

SHERIFF

Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. Lady, you are officially a suspect.

DANA

That makes sense. Because when the first one went missing in '82 I was three.

SHERIFF

I know you've got partners. One of 'em's an older lady. Maybe she started the whole thing. So tell me. Dana.

The SHERIFF tosses a brown leather-covered journal on the table.

SHERIFF

This her?

DANA stares at it. The SHERIFF sits on the edge of the table. She flips through the journal: it's filled with newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, just like what's on the walls of JEAN's motel room.

SHERIFF

I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out—I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy.

DANA leans forward for a closer look.

SHERIFF

But I found this, too.

She opens the journal to a page that reads "DANA 35-111", circled, with nothing else on that page.

SHERIFF

Now. You're stayin' right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means.

DANA stares down at the page, then looks up.

WELCH HOUSE

INT. HOUSE – DAY

SAMANTHA, seen through the chain-link covering a grimy glass window, knocks on the door the window is in. An OLD WOMAN opens it: it's recognizably JOSIE WELCH.

SAMANTHA

Hi. Are you Josie Welch?

JOSIE

Yeah.

EXT. DRIVEWAY – DAY

SAMANTHA and JOSIE are walking down the junk-filled driveway, JOSIE holding the photo SAMANTHA found on JEAN's motel room mirror.

JOSIE

Yeah, she was older, but that's her.

JOSIE hands the photo back to SAMANTHA.

JOSIE

She came by three or four days ago. Said she was a reporter.

SAMANTHA

That's right. We're working on a story together.

JOSIE

Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions she asked me?

SAMANTHA

About your wife Constance?

JOSIE

She asked me where Connie was buried.

SAMANTHA

And where is that again?

JOSIE

What, I gotta go through this twice?

SAMANTHA

It's fact-checking. If you don't mind.

JOSIE

In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge.

SAMANTHA

And why did you move?

JOSIE

I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died.

SAMANTHA stops walking. JOSIE stops too.

SAMANTHA

Ms. Welch, did you ever marry again?

JOSIE

No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known.

SAMANTHA

So you had a happy marriage?

JOSIE hesitates.

JOSIE

Definitely.

SAMANTHA

Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time.

SAMANTHA turns toward the Impala. JOSIE walks away. SAMANTHA waits a moment, then looks back up at JOSIE.

SAMANTHA

Ms. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?

JOSIE turns around.

JOSIE

A what?

SAMANTHA

A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?

JOSIE just looks.

SAMANTHA

It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really.

SAMANTHA starts back toward JOSIE.

SAMANTHA

Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women.

SAMANTHA stops in front of JOSIE.

SAMANTHA

You understand. But all share the same story.

JOSIE

Young lady, I don't care much for nonsense.

JOSIE walks away. SAMANTHA follows.

SAMANTHA

See, when they were alive, their wives were unfaithful to them.

JOSIE stops.

SAMANTHA

And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.

JOSIE turns around.

SAMANTHA

Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful woman, they kill her. And that woman is never seen again.

JOSIE

You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!

SAMANTHA

You tell me.

JOSIE

I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!

JOSIE's face shakes, whether from anger or grief it's impossible to tell. After a long moment, she turns away. SAMANTHA sighs.

SHERIFF'S OFFICE

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE – NIGHT

DANA

I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high school locker combo.

SHERIFF PIERCE is still interrogating DANA over the "DANA 35-111" page.

SHERIFF

We gonna do this all night long?

A DEPUTY leans into the room.

DEPUTY

We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road.

SHERIFF

You have to go to the bathroom?

DANA

No.

SHERIFF

Good.

The SHERIFF handcuffs Dana to the table and leaves. DANA sees a paper clip poking out of the journal, pulls it out, and looks at it. Moments later, as the SHERIFF and DEPUTY are gearing up to leave, she is out of the cuffs. DANA watches through the window in the door, ducks out of sight as the DEPUTY approaches the door, and waits.

EXT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE – NIGHT

DANA climbs down the fire escape, carrying JEAN's journal.

HIGHWAY

EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT and EXT. STREET – NIGHT, alternating

SAMANTHA is driving the IMPALA when her phone rings. She pulls it out and answers it. DANA is in a phone booth; apparently her phone was confiscated and she didn't take the time to steal it back.

DANA

Fake 911 phone call? Sammie, I don't know, that's pretty illegal.

SAMANTHA

You're welcome.

SAMANTHA grins.

DANA

Listen, we gotta talk.

SAMANTHA

Tell me about it. So the wife was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Jean's next stop.

DANA

Sammie, would you shut up for a second?

SAMANTHA

I just can't figure out why Jean hasn't destroyed the corpse yet.

DANA

Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. She's gone. Mother left Jericho.

SAMANTHA

What? How do you know?

DANA

I've got her journal.

SAMANTHA

She doesn't go anywhere without that thing.

DANA

Yeah, well, she did this time.

SAMANTHA

What's it say?

DANA

Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when she wants to let us know where she's going.

SAMANTHA

Coordinates. Where to?

DANA

I'm not sure yet.

SAMANTHA

I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Jean would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dana, what the hell is going on?

SAMANTHA looks up and slams the brake, dropping the phone: CONSTANCE appeared on the road in front of her. The car goes right through her as SAMANTHA brings it to a halt.

DANA

Sam? Sam!

Inside the car, SAMANTHA breathes hard. CONSTANCE is sitting in the back seat.

CONSTANCE

Take me home.

ACT FIVE

HIGHWAY

EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT

CONSTANCE

Take me home!

SAMANTHA

No.

CONSTANCE glares and the doors lock themselves. SAMANTHA struggles to reopen them. The gas pedal presses down and the car begins to drive itself. SAMANTHA tries to steer, but CONSTANCE is doing that too. SAMANTHA continues to try to get the door open. In the back seat, CONSTANCE flickers.

BRECKENRIDGE ROAD

EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE – NIGHT

The car pulls up in front of CONSTANCE's house and stops. The engine shuts off and so do the lights.

SAMANTHA

Don't do this.

CONSTANCE flickers. Her voice is sad.

CONSTANCE

I can never go home.

SAMANTHA

You're scared to go home.

SAMANTHA looks back and CONSTANCE isn't there. She glances around and back and sees CONSTANCE in the shotgun seat. CONSTANCE climbs into her lap, shoving her back against the seat hard enough to recline the seat. SAMANTHA struggles.

CONSTANCE

Hold me. I'm so cold.

SAMANTHA

You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!

CONSTANCE

You will be. Just hold me.

CONSTANCE kisses SAMANTHA as she continues to struggle, reaching for the keys. CONSTANCE pulls back and disappears, a flash of something horrible behind her face as she vanishes. SAMANTHA looks around for a moment, then yells in pain and yanks her hoodie open. There are five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to CONSTANCE's fingers: CONSTANCE flickers in front of her, her hand reaching into SAMANTHA’S chest. A gunshot goes off, shattering the window and startling CONSTANCE. DANA approaches, still firing at CONSTANCE. CONSTANCE glares at her and vanishes, then reappears, and DANA keeps firing until CONSTANCE disappears again. SAMANTHA manages to sit up and start the car.

SAMANTHA

I'm taking you home.

SAMANTHA drives forward. DANA stares after the car. SAMANTHA smashes through the side of the house. DANA hurries through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.

DANA

Sam! Sam! You okay?

SAMANTHA

I think...

DANA

Can you move?

SAMANTHA

Yeah. Help me?

DANA leans through the window to give SAMANTHA a hand.

CONSTANCE picks up a large framed photograph seen when she brought TAMMY here: the WOMAN is CONSTANCE and the children are presumably hers.

DANA helps SAMANTHA out of the car.

DANA

There you go.

DANA closes the car door. They look around and see CONSTANCE; she looks up. She glares at them and throws the picture down. A bureau scoots towards SAMANTHA and DANA, pinning them against the car. The lights flicker; CONSTANCE looks around, scared. Water begins to pour down the staircase. She goes over. At the top are the CHILDREN from the photograph. They hold hands and speak in chorus.

CHILDREN

You've come home to us, Mommy.

CONSTANCE looks at them, distraught. Suddenly they are behind her; they embrace her tightly and she screams, her image flickering. In a surge of energy, still screaming, CONSTANCE and the two CHILDREN melt into a puddle in the floor. SAMANTHA and DANA shove the bureau over and go look at the spot where CONSTANCE and her CHILDREN vanished.

DANA

So this is where she drowned her daughters.

SAMANTHA nods.

SAMANTHA

That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them.

DANA

You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammie.

DANA slaps SAMANTHA on the chest where she's been injured and walks away. SAMANTHA laughs through the pain.

SAMANTHA

Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?

DANA

Hey. Saved your ass.

"Highway to Hell" by AC/DC begins to play.

DANA leans over to look at the car.

DANA

I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?

DANA twists around to look at SAMANTHA.

DANA

I'll kill you.

SAMANTHA laughs.

HIGHWAY

EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT

The Impala tears down the road; the right headlight is out.

MUSIC

Living easy, loving free

Season ticket on a one-way ride

SAMANTHA has the journal open to "DANA 35-111" and a map open on her lap and is finding coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between chin and shoulder.

MUSIC

Asking nothing

SAMANTHA

Okay, here's where Jean went.

MUSIC

Leave me be

SAMANTHA

It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.

MUSIC

Taking everythin' in my stride

DANA nods.

DANA

Sounds charming. How far?

MUSIC

Don't need reason

SAMANTHA

About six hundred miles.

MUSIC

Don't need rhyme

DANA

Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning.

MUSIC

Ain't nothing I would rather do

SAMANTHA looks at her, hesitating.

SAMANTHA

Dana, I, um...

MUSIC

Going down

DANA glances at the road and back.

MUSIC

Party time

DANA

You're not going.

MUSIC

My friends are gonna be there too

SAMANTHA

The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there.

Dana nods, disappointed, and returns her attention to the road.

DANA

Yeah. Yeah, whatever.

DANA glances at SAMANTHA.

DANA

I'll take you home.

SAMANTHA turns the flashlight off. They drive on.

MUSIC

Highway to hell

APARTMENT

EXT. SAMANTHA'S APARTMENT BUILDING – NIGHT

MUSIC

I'm on the highway to hell

They pull up in front of the apartment, DANA still frowning. SAMANTHA gets out and leans over to look through the window.

SAMANTHA

Call me if you find her?

DANA nods.

SAMANTHA

And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?

DANA

Yeah, all right.

SAMANTHA pats the car door twice and turns away. DANA leans toward the passenger door, one arm going over the back of the seat.

DANA

Sam?

SAMANTHA turns back.

DANA

You know, we made a hell of a team back there.

SAMANTHA

Yeah.

DANA drives off. SAMANTHA watches her go and sighs.

INT. SAMANTHA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT

SAMANTHA lets herself in. Everything is dark and quiet.

SAMANTHA

Jess?

SAMANTHA closes the door.

SAMANTHA

You home?

SAMANTHA notices a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table, with a note that reads "Missed you! Love you!", next to a National Geographic. SAMANTHA picks one up and eats it as she sneaks into the bedroom, smiling. The shower is audibly running. SAMANTHA sits on the bed, shuts her eyes, and flops onto her back.

Blood drips onto SAMANTHA's forehead, one drop, then another; she flinches and opens her eyes. She gasps in horror: JESS is pinned to the ceiling, staring down at her and bleeding from the belly.

SAMANTHA

No!

JESS bursts into flame; the fire spreads across the ceiling.

DANA kicks the front door open.

DANA

Sam!

SAMANTHA raises one arm to shield her face.

SAMANTHA

Jess!

DANA comes running into the bedroom.

DANA

Sam! Sam!

DANA looks up and sees JESS.

SAMANTHA

No! No!

DANA grabs SAMANTHA off the bed and bodily shoves her out the door, SAMANTHA struggling all the way.

SAMANTHA

Jess! Jess! No!

Flames engulf the apartment.

AFTER THE FIRE

EXT. SAMANTHA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT

In a scene much like the end of the flashback, a fire truck is parked outside the building, firefighters and police keeping back gawkers. DANA looks on, then turns and walks back to her car. SAMANTHA is standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. DANA looks at the trunk, then at SAMANTHA, whose face is set in a mask of desperate anger. SAMANTHA looks up, then sighs, nods, and tosses the shotgun into the trunk.

SAMANTHA

We got work to do.

SAMANTHA shuts the trunk.

#spn #supernatural #sorry for the gaps between the lines #they're in the original and it's way too much effort to backspace #spn 1x01

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rigginsstreet · 4 years ago

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What is the gay sport each parent plays?

Ok well we got the canon ones:

Fred- baseball (men in tight pants slapping each other’s ass for no reason)

Fp- football (again, tight pants. Also the goal is to just body slam dudes AND the game starts with either you standing behind a bent over dude or you’re the dude bending over so...)

Hiram- wrestling. No explanation necessary. Mans knew what he wanted.

Now to everyone else

Penelope and hermione- cheerleading. We all know from bring it on that’s just a front for lesbianism

Gladys- soccer. I mean... very butch (also my cousin played soccer and I played soccer and we are both gay so just trust me on this)

Alice and Sierra- track and field. Idk what’s inherently gay about that other than girls who play sports in general are gay

Mary- tennis. Short skirts and lots of grunting.

Tom- idk if he canonically wrestled but he was at the tryouts for Kevin in that one ep so I’m putting him down for this. He muscly it fits.

Hal- hockey (another aggressive sport like so much testosterone...obviously gay. Plus that one video of the dude walking bare ass in a locker room and his teammate talking about wanting to hit that)

#briana answers things #i answered this as what they did in high school that still counts #god knows most of them are not playing a sport now

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logicalbookthief · 6 years ago

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Game Night

So I actually had most of this written before 15x18, and then the episode gave us great Maggie + B team moments, so I figured, well, now I have to deliver.

Featuring drunk interns, Schmico, canon-compliant Jaggie (barely but for the sake of, yanno, canon) and teeny-tiny hints to potential future Caggie because @schmicoismysunsword has convinced me it ships.

Now cross-posted on ao3!

Maggie doesn’t make a habit of mixing her professional life with her personal one. Aside from the fact that her sisters work at the same hospital as she does, as does her boyfriend, and her ex-- Look, the point is, Maggie tries to keep her private life a private one, albeit not with the passion of Dr. Bailey.

Just -- she has the unfortunate tendency to babble. Aloud. To anyone nearby, who might be listening.

Which meant unintentionally venting to interns, who were always around, and always eager to listen. It starts with Parker, who, if not sworn to secrecy, at least has the decency to pretend he isn’t hanging off every word that comes out of her mouth. Schmitt is one of the more eager of the bunch and he happens to be on her service today.

“Game night,” she mutters long-sufferingly. “Why tonight, when Meredith and Amelia are busy, and apparently, I don’t have enough of a life where I have any excuse to be somewhere else.”

“Oh, right, the football game is tonight. Nic-- Dr. Kim mentioned that was a thing-- a thing Dr. Avery does,” Schmitt stutters, casting some furtive, flustered looks her way. Honestly, Maggie isn’t paying attention.

“I hate when I have to pretend to care about sports on TV. You know what else is on tonight? The Magicians. But you don’t see me making a night of it with friends.” Not that she has any, apparently. At least, any without kids or prior commitments.

Maggie deflates, more self-conscious than she means to be. “April enjoyed watching sports. Or maybe she was better at pretending than I am...”

Something dejected in her tone must spark a bit of nerve in Schmitt, who clears his throat. “Hey, you could -- uh, you could come out with us tonight,” he says, shrinking a bit under her stare. “Uh, if you wanted.”

“Us?” she echoes critically.

“Oh, um, well there’s me, Doctors Helm, Qadri, Parker--” All interns, Maggie mentally concludes, at the exact moment Schmitt realizes he’s asking an attending to tag along with his friends.

“Never mind, it--” Finding an extra burst of nerve, Schmitt spews out in a rush, “It’s trivia night at this pub we like and you’d make a great ringer.”

Then he goes on ahead to the next patient on their rounds, as Maggie blinks. Has she sunk so low to consider to hanging out with a couple of kids?

Except, she thinks with a wince, that sounds exactly like something Kiki would’ve said to her. After all, it isn’t as if the interns are that much younger than she is. Maggie’s so far ahead it only feels that way. She was always the kid to talk to the adults rather than friends her own age. And when she attended her first year of medical school still in braces while her peers were all adults, she had no choice but to grow up fast.

Sacrificing one night of professional integrity probably wouldn’t tarnish her career forever. And a trivia night is exactly the sort of brain flexing she would prefer over an evening of her male coworkers yelling about a ball not making it over the right line.

“What happens outside of the hospital, stays outside of the hospital,” Maggie springs on a stunned Schmitt, ending any further discussion with a firm glance. “I’ll be there at 7.”

“Dr. Pierce, if you don’t mind me saying so,” Qadri begins, and then, with the utmost reverence, “You fucking rock at trivia.”

Schmitt and Parker whoop in agreement.

“I do,” Maggie asserts, flushed with victory. And it’s probably the jalapeno poppers, too.

“I can’t believe you argued with the guy asking the questions,” Schmitt admits. “And you won.”

“Well, if you don’t have an encyclopedia knowledge of Happy Potter,” she preens. “Don’t try me.”

Helm returns with the celebratory round of shots, including one for her. Is it unethical to take shots with your interns? While on the clock, yes, definitely. Then again, it’s a little unethical to sleep with interns, too, and yet--

Maggie downs the shot.

Parker hisses as the burn of alcohol slides down his throat. “I need at least three more of those after the study session I pulled last night,” he says, winded.

“Right, your intern exams are coming up.” A swell of fondness rises in her chest as she remembers toiling over her textbooks, the ease of assessment, the pride of passing with high marks. “You guys excited?”

A chorus of groans answers her question. Oh, right. Not everyone was a child prodigy who gloried in tests. Maggie flinches and figures to hell with it, she’s already in this deep. She orders the next round of shots.

“I’ve read so much I wore out my contacts,” Schmitt mumbles, his cheek plastered against the table.

“Did you fall asleep wearing them again?” Taryn huffs at his miserable nod. “Dude, you’re going to go blind.”

“And fail your exam,” Parker adds, prompting another groan.

Maggie has the weird urge to pat his head consolingly. Luckily, Qadri does it instead. “At least if you fail you have a hot surgeon boyfriend to support you,” she mutters enviously.

“You could be a house-husband,” Helm proposes, raising her glass at Maggie and Qadri. “Because it’s 2019 and that’s equality.”

Schmitt seems to consider this seriously.

“You wouldn’t have to shave fish,” Qadri tacks on, wrinkling her nose. “No offense.”

It takes a full minute for Maggie to realize the remark is directed at her. “Oh! None taken,” she says quickly. “I take no responsibility for that exercise. Or the smell.”

“Which still hasn’t come out of my hijab,” Qadri mourns. Seeing Qadri look any amount of sad, Maggie decides suddenly, should be a crime listed under do no harm.

“I’m sorry,” she offers. “I’ll make Jackson buy you a new one!”

For some reason, that sets them into a fit of giggles.

“Drunk Dr. Pierce is the best,” Parker declares, and then blushes, bright and splotchy. “Except for, uh, sober Dr. Pierce. She’s the most wonderful, uh--”

“Careful, don’t hurt yourself,” says Helm, wryly.

“Sober Dr. Pierce would be at home, pretending to care about sports,” Maggie scoffs.

“With Link, Dr. Avery and Dr. Kim?” Dahlia grins. “Sounds like a dream.”

“Pretty sure we’ve all had that dream,” Levi snorts.

“Uh, hello?” Helm pulls a face, jerking a thumb at herself. “Lesbian.”

“Everyone except Taryn has probably had that dream,” he amends.

“Her, and me,” Maggie says blandly. Alcohol loosens her tongue almost as much as bullies and outrage. “As if our free time isn’t limited enough by his projects, and my environmental research, now Jackson’s gone and bonded with his new buddy Link, who loves sports, and camping, and nature, and -- bikes, I guess?”

“Nico says Link’s got a man-crush on Dr. Avery,” Schmitt whispers in what’s not really a whisper. Parker snorts messily into his drink, which she finds weirdly endearing.

“Please tell me Kim also has one of those secret bro handshakes with Link?” Maggie begs.

Schmitt nods. “Yeah, no, they do. He tried to show me it once, but I, um, accidently hit his chin with my open palm.”

Fits of laughter overcome the group while Schmitt flushes. “Aw. Did you kiss it better?” Parker wheedles.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” says Schmitt, tight-lipped.

“You do so,” Helm snorts, shoving him in the chest.

“Hey,” says Qadri, noting how Maggie’s spaced out. “At least if he’s watching sports and -- I dunno, crushing beer cans? -- with Dr. Link and Levi’s ortho god, then you don’t have to act like you want to hear about baseball.”

“Football,” Parker corrects.

“There’s a difference?” Qadri wonders.

Maggie would try to answer, except the implication has finally sunk in. “His ortho god?” she asks, gesturing skeptically at Schmitt.

“Yuh huh. Dr. Kim is his boyfriend,” Helm shares with relish.

“Oh!” What she means to say is congrats, yet what emerges is a clumsy, “Wow. Good job.”

Schmitt only shrugs. “I don’t know how,” he confesses in a slightly dazed tone. “Sometimes I think I died in that freak windstorm and this is just the last of my synapses firing off one last wet dream.”

“Dude, that’s dark,” Parker murmurs.

“I haven’t slept or had sex in...” Schmitt pauses, clearly wracking his brain. “What’s today?”

“Preaching to the choir,” Maggie mutters. Huh, maybe that has something to do with her mood.

“Oh, God,” Dahlia exclaims, as if she just cracked the code. “What if that’s why. What if Link is sleeping with Dr. Avery??”

Parker nods sagely. “That makes sense.”

“Oh, God,” Maggie echoes. After a couple shots of tequila, the theory seems totally plausible. “Oh, no, what do I--”

“Don’t worry,” Schmitt interjects, radiating a suspicious amount of calm. “Link is too busy fooling around with Dr. Shepperd to sleep with your boyfriend.”

Maggie exhales in relief. Then it dawns on her, what he actually said. “Wait,” she yelps. “What? He’s sleeping with my sister?”

Schmitt blinks. “You didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t know!” Maggie gapes. “How did you know?!”

“He’s fucking the other ortho god,” Helm and Qadri chime in.

“Right,” says Maggie, slowly and with effort. “Right, okay, I’ve got to remember that detail for tomorrow. So maybe, only … one more round of shots?”

Helm’s eyes light up. “Dr. Pierce is the coolest,” she declares, and the rest unanimously agree.

Maggie Pierce has never been named the coolest anything -- the most impressive, sure, and the most talented by far -- so she can’t help the thrill that shoots through her, headier than any glass of alcohol.

“We’re taking a Lyft.” Parker has emerged as de-facto leader of the drunk brigade, voted in as least likely to order an axe-murderer for a driver. “Levi, you in?”

Schmitt shakes his head, wincing as it jostles his precarious balance. “Nico said he would pick me up if I wanted.”

Helm snickers. “House-husband,” she sing-songs at him.

“Breadwinner,” Schmitt fires back. Neither of these are insults, Maggie notes, uncertain if she should point this out.

“Ma--” Parker catches himself with another blush. “Dr. Pierce, do you, uh, need a ride?”

“Hey!” Schmitt says like he’s had a full-on brainblast. “You can wait with me and Nico can get you, too.”

“Really?” Maggie perks. It saved her the trouble of calling anyone liable to embarrass her; namely, either of her sisters or worse, Karev. “That would be fantastic.”

“Sure, he’s already at Jackson’s place,” Schmitt replies confidently. If she were slightly more sober, Maggie doubts that logic would hold up to scrutiny. As it is, it makes perfect sense to wait for Schmitt’s ortho god to drop her off at the place he drove in from.

Turns out, Dr. Kim is a sexy sight to behold, even with a proprietary arm wrapped around Schmitt, who’s too busy mumbling grateful nonsense into his shoulder to notice the adoration in his boyfriend’s gaze.

If he is surprised to catch Maggie in a similar state of inebriation, Kim has the decency to make no mention of this. Instantly, he’s her new favorite attending-level doctor. He is also a gentleman, offering Maggie his hand as she clamors into the backseat of his car, all the while still steadying Schmitt with a hand clasped over his waist.

Maggie marvels at the coordination and strength, wonders if he could carry them both simultaneously, should the need arise.

“He’s awesome at carrying people,” Schmitt brags, meaning that, whoops, she said that aloud.

Kim chuckles. “Thanks, babe,” he says, wryly. “But at the risk of oversharing, maybe don’t go into detail.”

“What, that it’s a sex thing?” Schmitt says in what he clearly believes is a whisper for their ears only, before he collapses back onto the seat, supremely self-satisfied. At exactly the same volume, he adds, “See? I can be discreet.”

“Great job,” Kim snorts, unimpressed. And yet unable to resist pressing a kiss into his boyfriend’s brow before he starts up the engine. They’re cute, Maggie thinks blearily, and hopes she managed to keep the thought inside her head.

Judging by the grin Kim shoots her out of the corner of his eye, she probably didn’t succeed.

Jackson looks surprised to see Nico at his door again, not that long after he left. “Hey, man. Did you forget something?”

“Nope,” says Nico, cheerily. “Just doing a drop-off.”

“You--” Jackson stares in bewilderment, until Nico moves aside, allowing his passenger to sidestep his bulk. “Mags?”

Maggie stumbles to the door, using one of his sturdy biceps for balance. “Thanks for the lift, Kim,” she waves over her shoulder.

He nods, still smirking as he walks back to his car, away from the bewildered Jackson.

“Mags, are you -- you good?” He hovers close behind as she carefully navigates the stairs, forgoing the temptation of the couch for the queen-sized bed.

“I,” Maggie begins, slurring with great dignity. “Fucking rock at trivia.”

The morning-after is almost worth the hangover. Watching Jackson try to puzzle out what she got up to last night -- and exactly how Dr. Kim fits into the picture -- is too funny, since Maggie deigns to tell him only the bare minimum, lest she look as silly as she feels when she walks into work with a lingering stuffiness.

“Wow. You look as though you need at least a double-shot,” says a familiar voice, rippling with sympathy, but also a fair bit of humor. “Good thing I got you a triple.”

Maggie stares blankly at Kim and at the to-go cup suddenly placed in her hands. Truly he is a kind and benevolent ortho god. “What’s this for?”

Kim grins. “Last night my boyfriend went on about how cool Dr. Pierce was, and how hungover you’d be, and that it was his fault,” he explains, obviously quite amused. “And this morning he groggily demanded I make amends by being especially nice to you this morning. Hence, coffee.”

“That is--” A level of thoughtfulness that made all boyfriends, including her own, seem like total jackasses in comparison. Nico smirks as if he knows exactly what she’s thinking and enjoys the high ground very much. “So unnecessarily sweet. Thank you.”

“No problem,” he says, and leans in, a sheepish twitch to his unfaltering smile. “I’d also appreciate if he didn’t get fired over whatever you may or may not have heard last night.”

Maggie laughs.

“Honestly, I’ve forgotten a decent amount already,” she admits, for the sake of all three of them. “Except the part about Dr. Link and my sister?”

Kim chokes on his sip of coffee. “Ah, you didn’t hear that from me.”

“No, I heard that from your drunk boyfriend,” she replies, picking up the pace to follow his long strides. “But I absolutely need to hear more from you!”

At his reluctance, Maggie pulls out her trump card. “I’ll buy you a bagel.”

Nico stops to considers her. “Multigrain, veggie cream cheese?”

Evidently, Kim has a price. Maggie appreciates in someone who is still, until further notice, her favorite attending.

Petition for more of what 15x18 gave us with Maggie and the interns? And for Maggie and Nico to become friends?? Hire me Grey’s

#schmico #schmico fic #maggie pierce #levi schmitt #nico kim #b team #grey's anatomy #taryn helm #casey parker #dahlia qadri

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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living on the edge of the law ( biadore / sashea ) - chapter 7

sasha and shea finally come to terms and adore is having some issues of her own.

finally an update !! I’ve been so busy with my musical and other AU’s and school, I’ve decided that every week this’ll get an update so it’ll be a bit more frequent and such, hope y'all enjoy, the drama begins.

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Sasha groaned, feeling her entire body sore and unable to move even if she wanted to, her eyes gently opened and her lashes fluttered, unaware of she was for a minute as she brushed her eyes with her fingertips, giving a yawn before looking around and noticing Shea still asleep, smiling and absentmindedly dreaming— Sasha felt a small rose colored blush appear on her cheeks and she smiled looking away realizing now exactly where she was before giving herself a high-five and praising that finally after years it had happened and it was all thanks to Bianca and some Whitney Houston.

A grumble was noised from Shea as she gently awoke to Sasha’s hand across her hair, running her fingers through it and simply taking it all in: it was hard to not give a grin to her best friend who sat in her bed wearing nothing but Shea’s shorts and a bra, her blonde hair definitely a little tangled though they could always fix that later with a brush and some willpower, “Sleep, I’m just awake is all.” The Russian whispered as Shea tiredly propped herself against the bedframe, she shook her head and opened her arms before Sasha gave a glimmering smile and collapsed in Shea’s arms, the blonde happily accepting the offer.

“It took too many years but it finally happened, Bianca and Trinity owe me twenty each!” The wink from her eyes undeniably sweet, Sasha softening her gaze knowing it was all in good fun in the first place, it was a bit suspicious having Bianca, who was definitely not one to be so oddly curious and kind for lack of a better word.

“My gut said so after Bianca kept asking me about myself and you, part of me was confused and the other part of me was praying that this was the next step to one of us finally confessing something,

“I hate to be awkward but—” Shea begun before yawning so she could take in a big yawn and wrap her arms around Sasha, who was beyond snug in her arms and felt protected and quite happy with her life currently, “What are we?” The question finally came out and the Russian froze, she didn’t exactly realize until now they hadn’t talked about the state of her relationship and friendship.

“What do you want us to me?” The question pondered to Shea who took no hesitation and time to answer with a quick, “Girlfriends.“

Sasha nodded and liked the sound of the word with them together, “Girlfriends…” She repeated in a whisper with nothing but utter joy in her heart, Shea quickly winking: “You know, lesbians, power couple, ruling the world: that’s us."

The giggle that left the Russian’s lips was enough for Shea to feel absolute success, "Get up, I still have to get my car from Katya’s you know.” Sasha gently hitting her lover in the far right beside her before Shea sat up gasping, the Chicago native hitting her back before grabbing her wrists and staring a glance at her newly announced girlfriend who was covered in now blue stains of hickey’s, she hadn’t even brought it up yet but not as if she could do a thing about it expect cover them and not think too much about them, as long as they didn’t interfere with her work who truly cared, Sasha did not certainly.

“Seriously!” The blonde eyed her girlfriend intensely, not letting her gaze drop until Shea groaned, getting up slowly but surely from the bed and running a hand through her own long and black hair, “I know, I know!” She called out though it was impossible to be aggravated at someone as perfect as Sasha and besides, Shea definitely did promise the Russian to bring her to go and get her car.

Shea stood on her tip-toes grabbing a baseball cap from her closet before jumping into some jeans and an old Chicago Fire jersey she still kept from her father, he was a huge sports fan and of course you have to support your hometown whether or not they’re any good, Shea knew Sasha was definitely a fan of soccer (football to her) to begin with.

The Russian clapped, “Football!” The twinkle in her eyes as her lashes fluttered seeing her girlfriend in a sport’s jersey was enough reason for Shea to wear the damn thing, no questions asked.

“Just for you.” The smile sincere before she leaned in to kiss her girlfriend, hands on her soft cheeks, Shea could definitely get used to this. Sasha nervously mentioned she had no clothes with her besides the alcohol splashed dress from last night, Shea waved her off and knew they both wore medium dresses atleast, handing her a tulle dress she had received as a gift from Trinity a bit ago.

Sasha grabbed her lover’s face and kissed her gently before Shea quickly felt her arms melt around Sasha’s waist before the Russian gently pused back, “We’re getting my car and then we can do whatever we want.” Shea frowned before taking her cap off for a minute, slapping Sasha’s behind, the blonde intentionally and overdramatically jumping while laughing, “Let’s go, Katya is gonna have far too many questions!"

"And I’m prepared to answer them all in detail.”

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“Let’s go, let’s go, Давай!” Katya clapped as she interlocked her hands around Sasha’s chair, spinning around aimlessly in their new conjoined cubicle, it was said to them Monday morning, the worst time possible, some of them were having to move into a conjoined office but the perk was the fact was that they were in an isolated room, Sasha loved the privacy though they did get a nice window by the wall, looking out the building and having a small glimpse of downtown Santa Monica.

Katya was just happy to share the space with someone she liked, beyond liked, loved like a sister, family. The closest thing she would ever have to family since running away years ago from Russia with just a carry-on and a dictionary, though she had studied English in school, her self doubt was far too strong to even attempt to speak English the first two weeks.

Sasha met her the moment she was introduced to the staff, the look and face said enough for Katya to lovingly strangle her with a hug, screaming in russian the minute she had heard the blonde say her welcomes in russian, more to comfort Katya than anything else.

“Sharing an office with you is the biggest blessing and curse in my life, I can sense it already darling."

Katya cackled, jumping off her chair before sitting down, sipping the coffee Shea had so sweetly picked up for her as requested, writing a note down to remind herself to pay Shea back, "Oh please, if it was you and Shea you’d both fired in about a week because we all know this desk wouldn’t be used for working purposes.” Sasha almost gasped for air, gagging as she finished a small sip of tea, hitting her with her “Russia” decorated fan.

“Шлюха!"

The Russians hugged and played around before Katya smiled, head in her hands as her feet kicked back on the desk, "So how is it with your new lover?” Sasha always had the urge to completely push herself away from that kind of conversation with anyone, she liked her love life personal and locked up but being with Shea was so different. She wanted to bashfully speak about the joy sharing a bed and kisses with someone she had pinned for since she moved to America years ago.

“She’s great, gorgeous as usual, I have no complaints."

"If she hurts you I will fucking stab her and you know I’m not kidding, I love Shea Couleé but I love you more however, I do trust her. She only stared at you at parties, meetings, her eyes shined just for you!"

The comment started a bit crude and violent but then turned much softer than expected, Sasha looking away trying not to show her obviously content grin, that’s what she had always hoped to hear from others especially her friends who also were close with Shea and who wasn’t? She was the most likeable person in their job, head of communications for a reason!

"That’s good to know.” She brushed the crumbs from her scone off her work dress, Katya despite the head of their section and department somehow managed to constantly shit around, she only thought about five things: Trixie Mattel, the Lebanese restaurant down the street, Russia, Stationary and dancing— not an awful five things to think about, Sasha could probably summarize herself in about five things as well: Shea Couleé, journalism, fashion, Russia and her dog, Vanya.

They got back to their “work”, sipping on their drinks though all Sasha could think about was Shea, understandbly so as Katya was struggling to not think about her date with Trixie tonight, she hadn’t been on a date in almost two years and she didn’t want to screw this all up, it be especially awkward since Trixie is an aspiring singer with the possibility of a record deal here thanks to some strings pulled.

A knock at the door interupted her train of thought as Trinity waved, half hazardly, “Hey, Katya I need you really quick!” The older blonde stood up and nodded before waving goodbye to Sasha as Trinity and Sasha quickly ran to eachother all smiles, hugging, “I heard about the new girl, I’m so fucking glad she finally said something because I was about to tell you myself bitch."

Sasha laughed and hugged her close friend, the two met from work but bonded like no other the first year when they shared an office and Trinity never felt so glad to have a great friend around, Orlando was miles and miles away but she had Sasha and now she had a bunch of people but Sasha would always stick out to her the greatest.

"I’ll be back!” Katya yelled before shutting the door, Sasha shaking her head and aimlessly flipping through another one of her fashion magazines, she had an entire studio in her apartment dedicated to her fashion and designs, it was a good extra cash tip here and there but more for the passion: this job was nice, successful, paid well but nothing would ever compare to sewing or atleast writing about fashion, she always said to Katya how she felt about what others were wearing, in Russian of course, though it wasn’t spiteful: just legitmate observations.

“Maybe one day, but not right now.” She put the magazine down before getting on to her laptop, going back into work mode.

One day.

✧*。

Bianca sat her in her studio, putting away her laptop and dancing around her kitchen aimlessly, blasting music from the TV, hooking up her Spotify. She wasn’t exactly paying much attention, it was on shuffle and the playlist was actually originally made by Courtney and William who had to have a car playlist when they didn’t travel by plane.

Playing From Playlist

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car trips <3 !!!

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Currently Playing: Last Dance - Donna Summer

She sang along, not like anyone was around to hear her, she was absolutely not a vocalist, not even autotune could save the amount of shrill screams and cracks she had but she didn’t mind, she didn’t need to be a recording artist anytime soon, that was a last minute ditch plan.

A beep from her phone rang, it was from Adore which was worrysome considering she had begun packing away from her best friend’s house, they had finally made a deal on a condo, Adore insisted on a condo because she only cared about an extra room to be a studio and it needed a bathtub: well, that was an easy checklist and it even had a patio for her the text wasn’t exactly something Bianca had expected.

I’m in the rain, I’m near a bus stop, please come, please xx

The X’s at the end didn’t exactly calm down Bianca any more, immediately texting back a: send me your location right fucking now, I’m coming.

She turned off the TV and oven, checking just ever so quickly on the dinner she was trying to make before grabbing her keys and wallet and an extra jacket + a towel and bolting for her car, she didn’t hear the pouring rain from the blasting of Donna Summer but judging by Adore’s location she was only about ten minutes away with a car, five if Bianca really drove the way she always intended to: above every speed limit.

Not even baring to ask a question, her hands felt a bit tense as she turned into another corner, glancing in her mirror and keeping her eyes open at her phone’s GPS, she could be asking herself a million things right now but didn’t, knowing it wasn’t the best idea, she had to find Adore: plain and simple.

Six minutes (four minutes gained) of driving lead her to indeed, what looked like a bus stop, an abandoned one near a park for children, not as if Adore would have much fun in the rain doing that. “Adore!” She screamed without even thinking, rolling down her window quickly before screeching the brake and parking the car after she rolled up the window, putting a towel over the shotgun seat before the younger singer jumped in, “Please go, please, please.” She seemed out of breath and was definitely soaking wet, her hair all falling to her face and her mascara ruining.

Bianca stepped on it and handed her a jacket, “Jesus Christ, what the hell? Do I even wanna fucking know?” They stopped at the stoplight as her hands pressed the heating buttons, turning all the air towards Adore and making sure it was on a decently hot setting, Bianca would probably sweat to death in this car but hey: this was a part of the job in the end.

Adore burst into tears and the latino girl stared, unsure what she had said or what was going on, “I’m so sorry.” Was all she choked out before rubbing the mascara off on the towel, unapologetically though Bianca could always buy a new one or just wash it if she wasn’t a lazy ass. “Don’t be, don’t even talk about, we’re gonna go back to my place and you’re gonna take a shower, change and then we can talk."

She nodded silently, whimpering like a puppy into the towel, Bianca feeling bloody murder go through her head thinking about the possibilities, she might just commit a murder or three tonight if it was anything related to a single person who had may or may not hurt Adore, she had no clue who but she’d find out somehow.

They got into her house and Adore watched Bianca close the door and give a thumbs up, adjusting her own jacket on Adore Delano, who had yet to even adjust to the pressures of fame and every day was simply knee deep in stress but for almost four weeks she had Bianca every day at her side helping, being hilariously bitter and kind and occasionally brutually honest beyond realization.

"We don’t have to talk about it but just let your friend know you’re here, I don’t want her to worry, you can of course stay overnight, I don’t expect you to go back to the new house and unpack tonight."

"You should shower.” She mumbled, adding the words before taking the coat off Adore gently, the younger girl feeling herself almost unable to breathe, she hesitated before quickly leaning in and grabbing Bianca, by her wrist and kissing her, no thoughts even necessary. Bianca felt her entire face flush but let it happen, of course she was wanting it to happen for days but not as if their positions and jobs made it easy to talk about, neither was the fact that Bianca promised herself to not let romance get in the line of her work.

“Adore we’re…” She grumbled her speech, angry that this had to happen already, she just wanted to avoid all feelings and hide everything long as possible, “We work together and—"

"God, please shut up and kiss me you hag."

The words had a nasty edge but not like anything they ever said to eachother was taken too seriously, Bianca spoke about her feelings to Shea and Katya consistently and to Courtney as well but she didn’t expect Adore to take such director action though, this was Adore Delano.

Despite the hesitation in Bianca’s response they attracted like magnets and kissed again, Adore running her fingers through her hair as Bianca felt her hands touch her cheeks, freezing cold but she knew that wasn’t important.

They clinged needing this to finally happen badly.

However, Bianca felt her entire heart sink in nothing but guilt and pulled away: covering her mouth, for the first time ever too stunned to speak, "No talking, not now, you’re super cold, shower.” The obvious disappointment in Adore’s face was enough for her to scoff and angrily wave Bianca off, knowing where to go and what to do anyway.

A breath in and a breath out as Adore shut the door loud as possible, groaning from the bathroom as she turned on the shower.

Well shit

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #sasha velour #shea coulee #biadore #sashea #katya zamolodchikova #trinity taylor #mention of trixya #lesbian au #celebrity au #roza #living on the edge of the law #submission #concrit welcome

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moviegroovies · 5 years ago

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oh god after last time i really did think i was done but i must have unlocked some new level of hell because here we go, here we go, lost boys hcs PART 3!!!!

so ummmmm michael... is sort of dumb.

like, ok, specifically??? i think he’s got a higher than average emotional intelligence, but he’s just one of those kids who’s bad at school. there’s some hints of this in the movie: when michael is telling sam that he can’t tell lucy about the vampirism thing, sam’s line is that it’s “not like getting a D in school, mike!”, implying that hiding that kind of thing is something the two of them have been over before, and a deleted subplot has him repeatedly insisting to lucy that he’s going to drop out of school to get a job and help her pay for things.

tbh i think he’s got that classic “child of divorce” thing going on. he feels like a burden on sparse resources and can’t stand the thought of wasting his days in school, where he doesn’t even want to be. he wants to help his mom! he gets a job for he so he can do that! what a good, sweet boy!!!

hmmm. dyslexic michael, anyone? like, i was going to say that he was particularly vexed by math & science, but the more i think about it, the more i’m leaning toward him maybe just being disinterested in those subjects, even though they’re the ones he’s better at, while english and history (but particularly english) really piss him off because studying takes so goddamn long.

so he gets like, C+/B- in math and science, consistent C- in history, and wavers C- to D+ or even lower in english.

he’s so polite to his teachers that they help him when they can though, especially because they know he’s trying so hard, but he’s just not entirely gifted at this sort of stuff.

the worst is when he has to keep his grades up to stay eligible for sports--that pressure just makes everything seem so much worse.

i think michael plays some of everything. he’s like, some kind of guard on the football team, not particularly their star player or anything, but i think he’s also got a starter position on the basketball team, and he is the star pitcher on the baseball team.

physical stuff just comes easier to him than academic stuff, you know?

his high school girlfriend was a cheerleader, but they weren’t that serious. she was a kind of preppy girl, a little vapid, and it felt to michael like they only really dated because they were supposed to. breaking up with her kind of led to michael’s attraction to star; he saw her on the boardwalk and she looked like she dressed for herself and she was outwardly enjoying her time at the concert--plus, you know, she’s really pretty.

he hates to admit it, but michael’s favorite classes in school were the home ec classes that his guidance counselor suggested he take. he took shop first, which was okay, but really, what he liked to do the most was the cooking and sewing shit. when he joins the lost boys, he kind of “takes over” these roles from star (who had been pressured into acting the mother for all these assholes who could be her great grandfathers, easily), and it turns out that he’s a lot better at that stuff than she is.

guess he was always kind of training to be david’s bitch after all.

the guys stop ribbing on him once he shows them how he can fix their clothes and shit, though. goddamn assholes.

michael’s main circle of friends in highschool was made up of other jocks, and like with his girlfriend, they weren’t super close. he often got excluded from stuff because he would insist he couldn’t do something or other on account of his mom needing him home that night, or he would get pissed at them for making fun of sam.

michael said family comes first, fuckers!

he did drink and smoke and shit like that back in phoenix when he knew he wouldn’t be missed at home, though. he’s not a goody two shoes, really, he just didn’t want to make things harder than they were for his mom.

one day he did come home drunk, and he’ll never forget how upset lucy looked. he still doesn’t feel like he’s made that up to her. ouch.

one of the guys michael hung out with, probably the closest michael had to a “best friend” was a dude named declan who he’d known since elementary school. declan as the only one of the jock guys who didn’t really hold it against him when he’d skip out on stuff, and the only one he ever even thought about telling the divorce shit to, although in the end, he chickened out of actually doing it.

like i said, they weren’t best friends or anything, but they could have been, y’know?

one of the less nice dudes in his group (probs one michael got in fights with often) started dating michael’s girlfriend about a week after he moved. michael wasn’t really pissed by the time he found out about that; he had way bigger problems to worry about by then.

there was a guy that michael saw around who was kind of a beatnik loner outcast and almost definitely a fag. he liked shakespeare and oscar wilde and probably drew pretty things in the margins of his notebook, and the guys that michael hung out with trashed on him pretty much constantly. michael himself, however, had kind of a thing for the guy: he thought he was cool and would ask when he could to see what he was working on.

you know how michael acted around star at the very beginning of their association? that’s pretty much how he was around this dude. local bi disaster is bi.

the guy (i was going to say fuck it and name him after the guy who i’m sort of basing him on from peggy sue got married, but guess what my fucking luck is, that dude’s name is michael. jfc. let’s call him charlie) thought michael was just there to make fun of him like the others did, but he eventually, he might have come around to trusting that mike really was just interested in his art.

maybe they made out or something before charlie eventually pushed back against him because he didn’t want to get fucking murdered by michael’s friends for making him queer if they got caught

michael always felt like he should have pushed harder to have some sort of relationship with charlie, but once he moves to santa carla, there’s no use in thinking about it anymore.

unlike michael, sam did have a close circle of friends at school, even though he wasn’t as classically “popular” as his brother.

it was probs this reason that made him take the move a lot harder than his brother did.

sam, also unlike michael, was/is really good at school. he’s super skilled at memorizing dates & facts (just look at him rattle off semi-obscure superman trivia lol), and pretty talented at writing to boot. he doesn’t like math as much, but if he works at it, it comes to him pretty quickly.

gifted kid perks™

being that everything came easy to sam, and that he didn’t do any sports like michael did, he had a lot of downtime to read books and comics, keep up w/ pop culture, and hang out with his nerdy friends who liked to do the same. he was even in a d&d group

his character was an elf rogue.

it’s about gay rights

re: sports, it’s not that sam couldn’t be athletic, just that he didn’t ever really want to be. he used to do little league to be like michael and as a concession to his father, but really, he was always put in the outfield, and at the end of the day he would just rather read or watch tv than stand out in the hot sun playing this game he didn’t care about.

when they were little, michael trained himself to get better at reading so that he could read stuff to sam when their parents were fighting or their mom was away. he remembered how his parents (in better times) had read to him, and he knew it made sam feel better, so he put aside his difficulties and discomfort to read to his brother before bed.

the easiest things to read for him were comic books (he had some batmans and supermans and even a few wonder womans, although it wasn’t all superhero stuff. he also had richie rich and, of course, archies), which kind of sparked sam’s love for them--they were something he shared with his brother. <3

i’m thinking sam’s nerd club was the prototypical “mostly boys who never talked to a girl in their lives” type thing, but at the same time i’d like to imagine that at least one of them had a pretty brash (and nerdy) sister who pushed her way into the club, winning their respect by doing what sam did to frog brothers, only with star wars lore.

also, i’m kind of picturing a shy girl from their school who sam takes under his wing when she’s getting bullied, only to find out that she’s really into that stuff too.

she’s part of their d&d campaign; she plays a badass orc barbarian woman and consistently has the best luck with the dice.

the girl is almost definitely a lesbian, but sam asks her to homecoming and stuff like that so that they’ll both have dates; they’re basically each other’s beards.

Gay Rights.

one of the only ways michael could ever really relate to his dad was when they played baseball and the dad taught him Sports™ things, so sam not being at all interested in that stuff made him kind of a disappointment. even still (or maybe for that reason), michael was always the mama’s boy, while sam spent a long time desperate for his dad’s approval.

maybe bc michael and lucy tried really hard to protect him from just how shitty their dad really was, to be honest.

speaking of michael and sam’s dad, i’ve been doing a lot of thinking about him, and now i’ve got Opinions.

contrary to what i guess is the general fandom consensus (at least from what i’ve seen? but my scope might not be that big regarding this character, so if i’m wrong, i’m wrong lol) regarding the dad, i can’t see him being particularly abusive physically.

however, given how sweet and agreeable lucy is, i get a sense that there must have been something REALLY insurmountable in their relationship to make her decide that divorce was the only option. the way i see it, michael and sam’s father started as one of those anti-establishment punks who eventually grew up and just... snapped back the other way entirely to end up as the establishment himself.

main justification for this is that scene w/ michael and star; he doesn’t just refer to his mother being an ex-hippie, he refers to his folks. plus, i mean, there must have been something about the man that endeared him to lucy, right?

so, over the course of their marriage, the guy goes from being a radical dreamer type with maybe some kind punk rock aspirations to being like.... reagan’s “moral majority.”

he starts totally stomping down his old dreams and, in the process, mocking lucy for holding onto anything from their past (you know how she told sam part of the reason she divorced him was that “he never believed in the closet monster”? that was a symptom tbh). i imagine that this, in itself, was soul crushing, but what was really the last straw was when he started in on michael and sam: getting mad and telling michael that he wasn’t going to make it in the MLB and that he had to get his shitty grades up if he wanted to amount to anything (only making him hate school even more lbr), and openly disliking sam’s rejection of sports and stuff in favor of his comic books and MTV.

before the end, i think michael got in a lot of fights with his dad when he’d make passive-aggressive comments at sam for not being enough of a man.

who made you the fucking authority on that, huh?

if he was ever actually physically violent with anyone, it was probably michael during these fights, or mayyyybe even lucy when she’d step in.

eventually, something just tips lucy’s goddamn scales, and she snaps and goes out right then and there to file for divorce. they never saw the point in signing a prenup or anything back then, y’know, so without really fighting for it, lucy wasn’t going to get anything in the divorce.

she doesn’t. they leave arizona with just about the clothes on their backs.

if anyone actually fought against the divorce proceedings, honestly i think it was the dad. he had this idea of his respectable nuclear family, and, even though he was basically an emotionally neglectful POS to his sons, he hated the idea of his wallstreet suit-type coworkers coming to know that his home life was anything less than perfect.

as a last ditch effort, he probably tried to win lucy back at the very last minute, even twisting her arm in an attempt to get her to stay for the boys’ sake, but he clearly no longer knows what attracted her to him in the first place, and the “effort” just makes her sad.

in her mind, she’s already gone by then, you know?

finally, he just ives up and signs the divorce papers. for a hot second it really fucks him up; he goes in to work unshaven and haggard, he’s back to eating like a bachelor, his heart isn’t in what he’s doing. this isn’t about grief over losing his family, though, is the shitty thing. not really. instead, he’s just dealing with uncertainty over how to remake his image.

unfortunately, that’s about as much karma as their dad gets. by the time lucy, sam, and michael are gone for good, he finds it’s easiest to just pretend that they never happened. lucy didn’t demand it, but he sends the occasional bare bones childcare check in the mail and feels like he’s the goddamn father of the year or something, and meanwhile, he remarries a woman that’s both younger and more conservative than lucy, sooner or later fathering a son with her.

lucy isn’t cruel; she doesn’t want the boys to be totally cut off from their father, and even though they both pretty clearly sided with her in the divorce she offers him visitation rights and partial custody (saying that they could stay with him at least every summer and for whatever other holidays he wanted), but he mostly rejects this.

when the boys try to call him to ask, he gives them a noncommittal answer about them maybe visiting next summer, after they’ve all gotten settled in.

they pretty much stop calling after that.

remember how i said michael has an above-average emotional intelligence? he’s definitely the one who helps lucy through the divorce the most. he picks up on the signals she sends about when she needs help and when she needs space, and chides sam for pushing her too hard every now and then.

sam, on the other hand, is definitely a good kid who cares about his mom a lot, but he’s a little more selfish and has a harder time acting like he’s got no problem leaving phoenix for her. the only real fights the two of them get into before all the vampire mess are centered around sam not being sympathetic enough to lucy and michael getting onto him for it.

i think that their dad might end up being a much better father and husband for his new family, and when the eventually visit him long enough to realize this, michael and sam... aren’t sure what to think.

like, they’re glad he’s not repeating the same mistakes he made before, but it’s not fair, is it? to see your little half-brother get the father you always wanted but never got.

their new stepmom is a sweet lady, though. she really does want to try and welcome sam and michael into the family. sam, michael, and their dad all try, but in the end they find it uncomfortable, and the boys know it’s just a facade on all sides to make her happy.

everyone is a little bit relieved when the boys just give up and go back to santa carla.

when michael meets the lost boys (& subsequently learns about dwayne’s past with jasper and, you know, the total boner david has for him, and oh yeah, the fact that these guys are kind of universally gay asf), his only experience with gay shit had been his closeted fumbling with charlie and like, negative stereotypes from media, so he’s kind of amazed by these totally queer dudes who just... take no shit.

like, he gets challenged to a motorcycle race and their leader doesn’t back down at all from the fight michael tries to incite, they take him back to drink and hang out in a semi-nasty man cave. these dudes aren’t what he expects from fags at all (they’re not sissies, and that’s kind of the end of his knowledge about the gay community at that time lol), and he just doesn’t... know what to think about them.

he kind of wants to be them.

like, you know how immediately after seeing them for the first time, michael buys himself a leather jacket and goes to get his ear pierced? there’s a reason for that, babes!

in other news, michael is a cancer and there’s nothing y’all can do about it.

i mean, i have Evidence behind my theory but also i’m just right.

but like, going back to that scene with michael and star again, when he’s introducing himself, you know how he tells her that he was nearly named moonbeam or moonchild or something like that? well, another name for cancers that i’ve seen is moonchildren, after the way cancer is ruled by the moon (and bc the term “cancer” itself has some... other connotations).

in conclusion, lucy really was That Bitch sgdfhghdh

#the lost boys #michael emerson #sam emerson #text post #headcanons #sdfhgh the other ones of these i did i tried to spread shit out between the characters more but here i am #just absolutely MICHAEL POSTING ON MAIN #wait this isn't main #that's alright then #god it's just that. i love him?#also i have no idea where the absolute swarm of ocs that turned up in this post came from but they just kind of... felt right. yknow?#me: gets into the lost boys #me: i hope this doesn't... awaken anything in me

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elliearchive · 6 years ago

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SUPER BOWL SUNDAY ➝ REGLEN.

TAGGING ➝ Valencia Cortez, Regan St. James.

LOCATION ➝ Grant’s house, Super Bowl party.

TIME FRAME ➝ 2/3, afternoon.

WARNINGS ➝ None, but it was done on discord so it’s long.

NOTES ➝ Len and Regan discuss Len and Grant’s situation at his Super Bowl party.

VALENCIA

Len stood in the kitchen of Grant’s house, finishing the last sips of her beer so she could grab a fresh one. Truthfully, she had no interest in football whatsoever but Grant and Addie both seemed to be enjoying themselves and she was certainly enjoying spending time with him and Addie and getting to know Regan. She was making up a small plate of food to snack on before heading back into the living room when she decided instead to prop herself up on the counter and just take a break. It wasn’t as if she understood the game, so taking a small breather seemed like a way to make the end of the game come a bit sooner. She looked up as Regan entered the kitchen and grinned at her, “Are you tired of hearing about first downs and incompleted passes, too?”

REGAN

Football — sports in general, in fact — was not Regan’s thing. It was bad enough that her best friend played baseball, and that she had to feign interest in that for his sake, but now she had to sit through football, too? No one had forced her here, though, and although she wasn’t a fan of the game, she liked getting to hang out with Addie and her friends, and she could cope with the jersey she was currently sporting. It was pretty comfortable, as far as tasteless outfits went. With Addie and Grant talking about the game, Regan excused herself to go grab another beer from the kitchen, almost surprised to find Len in there. “If I knew what any of those things were, I’d be tired of them. I’ve been zoned out for the last.. however long it’s been,” she admitted with a short laugh, reaching into the cooler to grab a bottle. “Are you hiding out in here or something?”

VALENCIA

Len laughed at her comment, nodding. "I only know them from hearing them so many times. I have no idea what any of it means." She took a small bite of one of her snacks and then looked up at Regan's second question. "Not really hiding out, just avoiding game talk, and having to watch full grown men tackle each other constantly over a ball. I guess that kind of is hiding out." She laughed, and shrugged a shoulder. "I didn't know you were dating Addie. I mean, Carter mentioned that she had a girlfriend, but well, I guess I didn't know you, so that was kind of a silly statement, wasn't it?" She asked, laughing again. "You two seem really happy, though."

REGAN

That made two of them, and Regan nodded her head in agreement. “Kind of. I don’t understand the appeal of men tackling one another, though. And I’m sure that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m a lesbian,” she half joked, though she really didn’t understand it. “I was never a fan of football in high school. I would go to the games, but I never really knew what was going on.” She shrugged, popping the cap off of her bottle. She paused by the cooler. “Do you want one?” Although she’d heard the names thrown around thanks to Addie and other mutual friends, she didn’t really know all of the people in her girlfriend’s life. She’d known Grant as the father of Jessica’s baby, but she didn’t know him, just like she knew Carter was someone Addie worked with, and that Valencia worked for her sister. “You know both Grant and Carter? I have to say, I feel a little out of the loop,” she laughed a little, taking a sip from her drink. The smile that eased onto her lips was natural. “Thank you. I know I’m very happy. How about you and Grant, how long have you two been together?”

VALENCIA

She laughed in response, "Well, I'm into guys, girls and everyone in between, and I just never got the appeal either, so I'm not really sure what the big deal is." Len nodded as Regan continued, "The whole thing is really weird. I'd much rather watch someone doing gymnastics or something, that takes real skill." She laughed again, and then nodded when Regan asked if she wanted a beer, taking one gratefully. Len was caught off guard when Regan asked that she knew both Grant and Carter, and then realized that of course Regan wouldn't know she knew Carter. "Don't feel too bad about it." She grinned, popping the top off of her beer bottle. "Carter is my big brother, so he only associates with me because he has to." She laughed, though her face beamed with pride, the way it always did when she got to talk about being related to Carter, who was, quite possibly, her favorite person in the world. "I wouldn't really say we're together." She said, again, taken back by the question. "Um, but we've known each other for a few weeks." She added, and then shrugged, not sure of what else there was to really say about the situation.

REGAN

“Gymnastics,” Regan nodded, smile easing onto her lips, “I can get behind gymnastics. That’s about the only event I pay attention to when it comes to the Olympics. I suppose I’m really just not much of a sports girl.” She’d had a lot on her mind lately, and as much as she’d wanted to focus on the football and let that occupy her thoughts for a little bit, she just wasn’t into it, not like Addie was. In a selfish sense, it was a good thing Len was here, it meant Regan actually had someone she could relate to. She was finding it easy to talk to her already. “Ohh…” She nodded her head slowly, “Got it. I don’t know him, I just know that he works with Addie. And you work with Robin, right?” Regan took a sip from her beer, wanting to mask the possibility of her lip twitching or something at the mention of her sister. She listened as Len explained her situation with Grant. Up until now, she was just kind of assuming Len was here as his date. “Right. He’s friends with your brother?” She questioned, now suddenly curious as to how Carter would feel about the situation. Regan knew that if Jesse was hooking up with one of her friends, she might feel some type of way, but she was trying not to judge. Not until she had the full picture, anyway.

VALENCIA

"I like basketball, too." She added, shrugging a shoulder, though it had nothing to do with Grant, and everything do to with her father, but that wasn't really information that Regan needed. "But gymnastcis is bad ass. Other than that I'm out as far as sports go." She laughed, and then nodded at her next question. "I do, yeah. It's a small world, I suppose, isn't it?" She commented, and then bit her lip. "She's a pretty cool boss." She added, not able to read Regan's face when Robin came up, and unsure of what else there was to say. "Uh. I don't know, honestly. I had never met Grant until a few weeks ago, and we didn't meet through him, but the fact that they're both close with Addie makes me think they probably know each other. Which is kind of awkward." She added, "I don't really know what I'm supposed to do here, though." She laughed again, though it was more awkward this time. "Carter is pretty protective, so him hearing that I'm doing...whatever Grant and I are doing, he's probably going to get weird about it. But it's not like Grant and I are dating, so I don't know what I'm supposed to tell Carter." She added, more so thinking out loud, not really realizing that she probably shouldn't be saying all this to Regan, as it wasn't her problem. "Sorry, beer makes me a talker."

REGAN

“Do you? That’s lucky. My best friend plays baseball, and I don’t know the first thing about it. I go to his games, but I always make him get me a VIP box,” Regan winked, “If I’m watching a live sport, I’m doing it in style.” She paused, glancing down at the oversized jersey she was wearing. She had a feeling Addie had picked this size out for her specially, since it’d be the only thing she’d be wearing later. “Well, I use the word style loosely.” Sipping slowly on her beer made it easier for her to not react to the topic of her sister, it just felt weird to not bring her up when Regan knew Len worked for her. Rather than respond, she just nodded — that was that over and done with, at least. Listening as Len explained the web of how everybody did and didn’t know each other, Regan tried to put herself in Carter’s shoes. Which was easy to do, considering her little brother was about Valencia’s age. She was pretty protective of him, though not to the point of craziness. She was sure older brothers were more protective of their little sisters. “No,” she shook her head, “Don’t apologize. Between you and me, I’d rather be talking in here than pretending to watch the game in there. Maybe it’d be a good idea to mention something to him, though? Just to save any messiness later. I don’t know how things are with you and your brother, but I think I’d want to know if my little brother was.. doing whatever this is with one of my friends.”

VALENCIA

She was interested to hear that Regan knew someone who played baseball. “Well, I guess those are the perks with putting up with watching them play, right?” She asked. Len looked down at her own Jersey when Regan did and laughed at her joke, “It could be worse, we could have those weird foam finger things.” Len laughed again, shaking her head. She wasn’t generally like getting advice from anyone, in fact, she had always really hated it. As a kid she had needed to learn to be independent and once she was adopted, she was hellbent on not letting that go, so even now it was hard for her to accept advice. That added with the fact that she was pretty young, she always felt that it was condescending especially considering the things she’d already lived through, she hated being treated like someone else knew better, but since she had brought it up to Regan in the first place, she knew the other girl was just answering the question that she’d put forth herself, so it wasn’t as if she could be mad about it. Even if it wasn’t really what she wanted to hear, being a private person she didn’t like sharing personal information even with her family. But she also knew Regan was right. “I know. It’s just that I know how he’ll probably react, and I’d rather stay in the happy bubble of no one knowing.” She grinned and then shrugged “I guess it was going to come out at some point though.”

REGAN

“Oh yeah. And now I get to drag Addie along with me and make out with her in a VIP booth. It’s all very official,” Regan smirked, her expression twisting to that of disgust at the idea of foam fingers. “God, don’t bring that up around them,” she motioned toward the living room, “I feel like they’ll have us actually get them next time.” It may have only been a short amount of time since she and Addie had been back together, but Regan knew already she was in this for the long haul, she had absolutely no doubts that they’d repeat this whole thing next Super Bowl. Advice, at least outside of advising people what they did and didn’t need to search for in a new home, was not Regan’s forte, but Len kind of seemed to need it, so she didn’t particularly mind offering what she could. She nodded her head along with the younger girl’s response, offering her a somewhat sympathetic smile. “I get it. I have a protective brother, too. I’m sure just like my brother with me, though, your brother just wants what’s best for you. At the end of the day, as long as you’re safe and you’re happy, I’m sure that’s all he’ll really care about.”

VALENCIA

“Sounds pretty hot,” Len smirked, hoisting herself up on the counter now, deciding that she’d rather sit if this wasn’t going to be a short char in passing. Len liked the idea of there being a next time, even if it was just her getting ahead of herself, but she decided not to say anything. “Oh no, I know he does.” She said and then cleared her throat, she wasn’t generally open, but for some reason she felt like it was okay to divulge extra information to Regan while sitting in Grant’s kitchen. Maybe it was just an excuse to miss more of the game. “I’ve made some really shitty decisions, and he’s had to get me out of a lot of shitty situations, and I get that there’s an age difference with Grant, but honestly I’ve grown a lot from the person I was that made those horrible choices. I get that I’m young and he’s supposed to look out for me, but I’m just afraid that he’s going to assume that this is another one of those bad choices, and like I’m a child that can’t tell the difference and that just isn’t the case. I like spending time with Grant and honestly I think he’s good for me, and yeah, this is just casual but that doesn’t mean he’s not a good person to have in my life or isn’t a positive influence. I think emotionally I’m pretty mature for my age because of the stuff I’ve been through and because of the mistakes I’ve made. I don’t want him to think I’m the same person, I don’t want to disappoint him, and I don’t want to be made to feel like I’m just a dumb kid, which is how I always feel when I feel like he’s disappointed. It’s not his fault, but it just sucks. And I just want to enjoy this.”

REGAN

“Have you seen my girlfriend? Of course it’s hot,” her smirk returned briefly, brows raising suggestively. Addie made straight-laced Regan all kinds of goofy, that was just how it was. Truth be told, she didn’t consider herself the most easy to talk to person, and she’d forgive people for agreeing, because Regan really could be kind of a hard ass at times, she knew that. Evidently, Len either hadn’t gotten that vibe from her, or she just really needed to talk, and Regan was happy to listen. It beat pretending to be interested in the game anyway, and honestly, this felt much more productive. Leaning back against the counter, she mulled over Len’s words for a moment. “Maybe if you do tell your brother, those are all things you should include. You obviously have very strong feelings about this. Do you think he’d ruin it for you? Like you wouldn’t enjoy it anymore if he reacted negatively?”

VALENCIA

“I have, and I’ve seen you, too. If you’re ever looking for a threesome feel free to save my number.” Len grinned, clearly joking though she hoped Regan knew it was genuine and not her trying to make a joke about their relationship. Len sighed, leaning her head back for a few seconds as she thought about it. “Yeah, probably. It’s not easy for me to talk to him, though. Not like he doesn’t listen, it’s just that I get emotional when it comes to him, nothing really comes out right. But when I was 11 and I was adopted he was my person. He was the first person I really connected to since my parents passed away. This is probably way too much information but, you know, the beer. But anyways, disappointing him is like as bad as disappointing my dead dad, it fucking sucks and so I can never talk to him like this. But yeah, I feel like if he reacted negatively that it might affect this. It’s not like I need his approval, but I’m happy right now and him being unhappy with me will make me unhappy, which will probably affect this .”

REGAN

“Noted,” Regan laughed, “I don’t think I’d do very well with sharing her. But still, noted.” Had anyone else made that comment, she might not have reacted very well, but she was pretty sure Len was joking. Besides, the four people currently in this house were very attractive, she couldn’t really blame her. Given the joking around, it was kind of surprising that Len was suddenly spilling such personal things to her, but Regan kept a neutral expression as she listened, sipping quietly on her drink and just letting the other girl get everything out there. “Wow. Okay, I guess it’s all a little deeper than just a protective big brother situation,” she acknowledged, nodding her head. “I’d say then don’t tell him, at least not yet. But it sounds like his opinion really does matter to you, and I feel like it might be worse if it comes from somebody else, you know? It’s not like I would tell him, but if I didn’t know all of this, and I actually knew your brother, it might’ve come up in casual conversation or something and I wouldn’t have realized I wasn’t supposed to say anything.”

VALENCIA

“Yeah, I think that’s the problem when you have the real feelings for someone, I guess some people can do it but I don’t think I’d be able to handle watching someone else touching my boyfriend or girlfriend.” Len nodded as Regan spoke. The idea of not telling her brother was tempting but the idea of someone else telling him was a lot worse. “Him and Addie are really close,” She sighed, taking another sip of beer, “I can’t really ask her to lie for me, or to not tell him, that wouldn’t be fair. And I don’t want it to seem like I’m ashamed because I’m not.” She groaned, not wanting to think about Carter anymore, she just wanted to enjoy the night. She didn’t even know if Grant wanted this thing with them out in the open, and the whole thing was making her head spin. “I’m starting to remember why I stopped dating for the last two years.”

REGAN

All Regan did was nod in response, because the idea of someone else’s hands on her girlfriend was enough to make her feel super uneasy. She hated the idea that there’d been other people throughout the last eight years, despite the fact that she’d had her fair share herself. It wasn’t a thought she wanted to focus on. “That’s what I thought. It might put her in an uncomfortable position with him. Plus, she’s close with Grant, I feel like she’s very much in the middle in that sense.” It was typical of Regan to put Addie first, but hopefully it wasn’t coming across as her not caring about Len’s feelings, that wasn’t the case at all, even if she didn’t really know her. She offered the younger girl a smile, shaking her head. “I don’t think it has anything to do with shame. You just don’t want to upset anybody, I can understand that.” Regan shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. “Dating is complicated, I wouldn’t give up on it completely, though.”

VALENCIA

Len nodded, because Regan’s words were exactly what she was thinking. “Yeah, she is. I’m pretty sure if Grant knew that Carter was my brother he probably wouldn’t have invited me tonight.” She said honestly, knowing Grant liked his privacy. Though, if he knew she was Carter’s sister this whole thing may not have started in the first place. “Anyways,” she shrugged, “Not solving any problems tonight, Am I?” She asked, sliding off the counter, “should we suffer through the rest of the game?”

REGAN

“Oh, so Grant doesn’t know that either,” Regan nodded her head, understanding a little bit. “Got it.” Truthfully, she had wondered why Grant was okay with doing whatever this was with Carter’s sister if they were friends like Len had earlier implied. Regan never really cared too deeply about other people’s problems, unless she was close with them or they were related to her, of course. But she couldn’t help but feel bad for Len and her predicament. She flashed her another weak smile, shaking her head. “No, I guess not. I don’t know that the game will help to solve them either, but those two are probably going to come looking for us soon, then we’ll be the girls who made them miss a touchdown or whatever.” She joked, pushing up from the counter.

#regan st. james.#regan x valencia.#reglen x one.#andiesmu

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thegreatwhiteferret · 7 years ago

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Waiting For Tonight

Summary: Eddie always thought that he would wait until he was married to have sex, but after a year and a half of dating Richie with all of his teasing and innuendos, Eddie snaps. He can’t wait any longer and he challenges Richie to do his absolute worst on him and wreck his virgin body.

Pairing: Reddie

Rating: EXPLICIT

A/N: This was an unbelievably amazing PowerBottom!Eddie request from @theriodiaries , I am so sorry that this took me so long to finish, I wanted to make it the best that I could for you and definitely overthought some thing, but I really hope that you like it! (Especially since I have two more requests to write for you now!!! Super excited!) ❤️❤️❤️ Also, this is a shameless self promo but... @reddieforlove ...for your consideration for the next Reddie Fanfic Friday.

NSFW Under the Cut...

Eddie wasn’t sure what it was. It wasn’t out of some moral or religious obligation. It wasn’t his mother, and her horrific stories about all of the diseases that could be spread. It wasn’t because he was disgusted by the thought of it. Scared? Maybe a little, but not enough to keep him from doing it. It was none of that, he wasn’t sure what it was, but nonetheless he had made himself a promise a long time ago that he would wait until he was married to have sex.

The problem with this of course, was that Eddie had made this decision when he was seven years old. When he didn’t understand what it meant. When he hadn’t been able to come to terms with the fact that he found little girls icky, and didn’t think that his feelings would ever change about that. He had made the decision before he realized that he was hopelessly in love with Richie Tozier.

Being in love with Richie presented its own set of unique...challenges, but Eddie wouldn’t take him any other way. He loved him more than he ever imagined was possible.

One of Richie’s many strengths was how understanding he was. Eddie had told Richie way before they had even started dating, way back the summer they turned thirteen, that he wanted to wait to have sex. Richie had balked at first, shocked that anyone in the world wouldn’t be itching to tickle their pickle, but stopped immediately when he saw how serious Eddie was. If this was something that Eddie was adamant about, he would never pressure him.

That didn’t mean that he was going to stop with all of the innuendos and obnoxious jokes, that’s just who Richie was as a human being, but he did curb them a bit when it was just the two of them.

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They started dating at the end of their sophomore year of high school. It was long overdue. Eddie had known deep down that he was in love with Richie for at least four years. It took him a while to process it, and even longer to actually admit to himself, and then to his friends, that he was gay. Richie had known that he was bisexual since he had snuck into the backroom of the video rental store when he was a kid and saw the glory that was Deep Throat. That film was his bisexual awakening, which he would tell anyone who would listen, and then they would yell at him for being too young and disgusting. He had also known even before that movie, that he loved Eddie more than anything and would stop at nothing to protect him. He was his Eddie Spaghetti, and anyone who even came close to hurting him was going to die.

Eddie had been the one to make the first move. Richie had been casually seeing this kid from a few towns over that was in a band. Richie had fallen hard for the guy, he wore all black and smudged eyeliner around his eyes, he had metal studs up and down his ears and had a tongue piercing. Eddie was repulsed. Mainly because he was the one that Richie would run to with all of the details from his dates. Would sneak into his window at night, with fresh hickeys sucked into his neck and tell Eddie about how amazing, Freddie was.

It lasted three months and then things changed. Freddie decided that Richie was too simple for him, he had called him one dimensional. He didn’t like the neon colors and crazy prints. Couldn’t stand how Richie ran his mouth, or the fact that he seemed to talk about one of his friends more than any of the others. He told Richie that he wasn’t experienced enough for him, and it broke Richie’s heart. They had had sex for the first time just a few days earlier, and Richie couldn’t help but feel the rejection ten times over because of it.

Richie tried to pass off his pain with humour, like he always did, but Eddie saw it. Saw the pain in his eyes. Richie stopped being so bright. Stopped being so loud, he withdrew inside his head, and it broke Eddie’s heart too. Richie stopped climbing through his window at night to have their talks as well, and that’s where Eddie drew the line.

One night, Eddie snuck out of his own window and rode his bike the few blocks over to Richie’s house and climbed the old tree outside of his bedroom window. Richie bolted from his bed when he heard a knock on the window, sliding his glasses onto his face before grabbing the baseball bat that he kept next to his bed and preparing to swing.

“Whoever the fuck you are I will fucking kill you!” He aimed towards the window as a small figure slid the glass open and all but fell inside. Richie raised the bat preparing to slam it down onto the person’s head, when he heard familiar wheezing. “...Eds? Eddie? What the fuck? You almost gave me a heart attack! I could have fucking killed you! Jesus Christ, you’re choking. Where is your inhaler?” RIchie slid on his knees so that he was next to Eddie, searching for his fanny pack and his inhaler. Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Hi.” He choked out, and Richie shook his head in belief at his friend, crashing through his window in the middle of the night, just to say that. He helped Eddie to stand and moved him over to sit on his bed.

“Well shit, hi, Eds.” Richie said, joining him on the bed. He tried to straighten out his sheets a bit so it didn’t look like a complete mess, he knew that he didn’t have to impress Eddie, he had seen his room like this a million times, but he still felt the urge. Eddie didn’t look like he was going to start talking anytime soon, so Richie did what he did best and filled the silent void. “So, not that it’s not a nice surprise and all, but what are you doing here, Eddie?”

“I uh...I had to come and tell you something.” Eddie forced out, and Richie looked at him confused, urging him to continue. “I uhm...wow. In my head this went better.” He looked pensive, like he was fighting a battle within himself, and it was unnerving for Richie.

“Look, Spaghetti Man. Why don’t we just...you can either sleep here or I can walk you home. We can talk about whatever you wanted to in the morning…” Richie was cut off by Eddie pressing his lips to his. It was quick, before Richie could even registered what had happened, Eddie was pulling away. “Wait, no come back.” Richie murmured and pulled him in for another kiss. This one more drawn out, but he was still careful to not spook Eddie too much. They pulled away breathless after a few moments, looking wide eyed at each other.

“Richie, will you be my boyfriend?” Eddie asked, and Richie could have sworn that it was the most adorable thing that he had heard in his entire life. His heart swelled in his chest and he just nodded. Eddie looked relieved.

“Took you long enough.” Richie sassed and Eddie just rolled his eyes and pulled him in for another kiss.

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Eddie held true to his pledge of abstinence, even after Richie became his official boyfriend. Always careful to stop things before they went too far. They had been dating for a little over a year and a half now, and they had experimented with some heavy petting and a few handjobs, but nothing more. Richie respected Eddie’s boundaries.

Richie being Richie however continued to make crass jokes all of the time. The other Losers didn’t know about Eddie’s vow for purity, they never pried, but Richie supplied plenty of innuendos anyway, maintaining his position in the group as the Trashmouth.

“Ow, shit this soup is hot.” “Yeah, you know what else is hot? My boyfriend’s ass.” “Beep beep, Richie!”

“What does the sign on an out-of-business brothel say?” “J-jesus Christ, Richie. I’m t-trying to do my h-homework.” “BEAT IT, WE’RE CLOSED! Hahahaha.” “Get o-out of my h-house. Beep f-fucking beep.”

“What’s the difference between a tire and 365 used condoms?” “I will kill you.” “One’s a Goodyear, the other’s a great year. Stanley, let me tell you man, I’m having a great year.” “Let go of me, Bill! I just want to strangle him a little!”

“I’ll have a Dr. Pepper please.” “Oh, that reminds me of a joke. Hey, Mike?” “No.” “Why does Dr. Pepper come in a bottle?” “Richard, why can’t you just let me enjoy my soda in peace, I don’t…” “Because his wife died.” “I...I’m sorry guys, I have to go, I can’t…” “Are you fucking happy? You broke, Mike!”

“Bevvvvvvvvvvy Baby, I have a hot lesbian joke for you.” “You also apparently have a death wish.” “What do you call a lesbian dinosaur?” “Don’t…” “A lick-a-lot-of-puss!” “Eddie, I hope you don’t need your boyfriend’s dick for anything, I’m about to castrate him and shove it down his fucking throat.”

Eddie was a semi-patient person, he had taken to boxing as a way to control his anger, but Richie’s constant teasing and joking had brought him to a new level. He wanted nothing more than to shut his boyfriend up. Truth be told, he was tired of waiting. Tired of listening to Stan describe how Bill had made him fall apart on his tongue and fingers. Tired of how sweet and soft Ben was in his descriptions about Beverly. Mike kept pretty tight lipped about his trysts, but Eddie had seen many a girl swoon over just the sight of him walking down the street.

Eddie was tired of waiting. Tired of his boyfriend’s jokes about how tired he was of dating his left hand. He wanted some action, and he was going to get it.

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It was the night of the Homecoming football game, their senior year. Eddie had decided that this was the perfect opportunity. They would all be cheering Mike on and then heading back to the farm for a bit of a party, win or lose, there would be an excuse to consume copious amounts of alcohol.

Mike’s farm also had the benefit of lots of places where people could sneak away. Eddie’s favorite had always been the loft in the old supply barn. He would always find himself sitting in the loft, legs hung over the side of the hatch, watching the sun come up. Richie joined him most of the time, cigarette poking out from his lips. They’d just talk and be themselves. Eddie couldn’t think of a more perfect place for them to be together for the first time.

“Hey Mike, would it be okay if I decorate the loft in the old barn a bit for the night of Homecoming?” Eddie asked as he and Mike were moving through the lunch line a week or so before.

“Why do you want to decorate it? The party is going to be in the big house, my grandparents are going to stay in the cottage that night so that we can have free reign.” Mike responded, smiling at the lunch lady to get an extra slice of pizza, damn that charming bastard.

“I uhh, well I uhh…” Eddie stuttered out, and Mike froze turning to look at Eddie with the most deadpan face Eddie had ever seen him make. He blushed under the gaze. Mike rolled his eyes.

“You want to use my barn to create a sex dungeon?” Mike deadpanned, and Eddie choked on his own spit, Mike patted his back a few times, helping Eddie regulate his breathing.

“Can you not use the words ‘sex dungeon’ ever again???” Eddie whisper yelled, trying to not draw any additional attention to them. “I just need a safe space where I can feel comfortable…” Mike stopped walking and turned to Eddie again, realization dawning on his face.

“Eddie, are you a virgin? Are you planning your first time with Richie?” Mike asked carefully, not wanting to embarrass the other boy. Eddie frowned slightly and nodded. “Well, okay. Are you sure you want the loft? We have the guest bedroom, it might be more comfortable?”

“No. The loft is perfect, it’s kind of our...place.” Eddie explained, they had reached their table now. The others would be arriving soon. “Look, Mike. I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell the others, or say anything to Richie. It’s kind of a surprise for him.”

“Sure thing, Eddie. My lips are sealed, and the barn is all yours.” Mike said, taking a bite of his pizza and nodding to Bill and Stan who had just walked into the cafeteria. Eddie nodded in thanks, and dropped the subject.

Mike had helped Eddie drag a spare mattress up to the loft, and then kept his mouth shut without judgement when Eddie sprayed the entire thing with disinfectant. Eddie had strung up so old christmas lights too, giving the space a nice romantic glow. He put new silky sheets on the mattress and even laid out some condoms and lube, which Mike had graciously provided for him. Everything was set up and perfect. Now Eddie just had to make it through the rest of the game and convince Richie to leave the afterparty to go to the barn with him.

The game was almost over, there was only five minutes left in the fourth quarter and most of the crowd were on their feet. Eddie and Stan sat huddled together under a blanket while the other Losers stood around them.

“Go team! Throw the ball, yay sports!” Richie called out from where he was standing next to Eddie, a goofy grin on his face. He turned around and plucked Bev’s cigarette out of her hand to take a drag. Bev slapped him across the head, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

“What’s happening, Bill?” She asked with a bored tone in her voice. It made sense to ask him. Bill was the only one besides Mike that could follow almost any sport. Eddie and Ben ran track, and Bill and Stan played baseball, but none of them were really all that focused on all sports. Bill sighed.

“It’s t-third down and t-twenty, we are o-only up by one t-touchdown, if they m-manage to keep p-possession of the b-ball and score, t-then we are t-tied...and we d-don’t want that.” Bill explained, squeezing Stan’s hand that was peeking out of the blanket for him to hold.

The ball snapped, and the opposing quarterback threw the ball, but as it soared through the air Mike sprinted, faster than any of them had ever seen before, he jumped, grabbing the ball out of the air and took off running in the opposite direction. He was so fast and everyone was so stunned that he had intercepted the pass, that it was like time had stood still. Eddie and Stan jumped up, joining everyone else in the stands who were jumping around and screaming. Mike ran straight into the endzone as the clock ticked down, scoring the winning touchdown.

The crowd went ecstatic. Everyone was screaming and hugging. Richie lifted Eddie up and spun him around. They sure as hell didn’t give a shit about sports, but their boy just won the game, and that they did give a shit about.

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Mike’s house was packed with people, everyone talking and drinking. It seemed like most of the school was there. A game of beer pong was set up in the kitchen. Bill as the reigning champion of beer pong, had decided to challenge Richie to a duel. Eddie and Stan were their partners, but they were really just there to look pretty. At least that’s what Bev had said while she watched them and sipped on her own beer.

“We need to get you too some pom poms.” Bev said, and Ben nudged her in warning. “What, they are definitely the pretty little trophy wives. Ben, don’t even try to fight me on this.”

“Benjamin, control your lady.” Richie teased, as he sunk another ball in one of Bill’s cups. “Drink up Denbrough, don’t make Stan do it for you. Be a man!” He finished dramatically, and Eddie looked over at Stan with wide eyes.

“First the fuck, Richard. My man is plenty of man. Secondly, Beverly...I am a damn fine trophy wife, don’t be jealous.” Stan said waving his hands around and sticking his tongue out at Bev. He had enjoyed a few too many shots of Malibu, and was feeling himself.

“O-okay, Babe. Point m-made. Let’s go g-get some water and f-food.” Bill said, trying to diffuse the situation a little bit, Stan snapped his head towards Bill, and Eddie had to try and hold back his laughter. Richie did not have the same courtesy.

“William Denbrough. Did you just imply that I have had too much to drink? That you know my body and limitations more than I do?” Bill stayed very quiet while Stan was talking at him. No sudden movements or words. “Mhmmm. That’s what I thought. I will decide when I have had enough…” He spun around towards Bev, but he froze and grabbed onto Bill as his stomach lurched and the room began spinning. “Okay, I’ve had enough.” Bill nodded towards the others and helped Stan make his way to the bathroom.

“Hey.” Eddie said, pulling his boyfriend’s attention to him. “Come take a walk with me?” He asked, fluttering his eyelashes a little and biting his lip. Richie gulped at the sight, alcohol and general lust for Eddie.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” He said and allowed Eddie to pull him through the crowd and out the back door. They started walking down the familiar path, but Richie figured he needed to break the silence anyway. “So, where exactly are you dragging me off to, Spaghetti Man?”

“You know where.” Eddie said with a playful roll of his eyes. They reached the barn a few minutes later, and Eddie pulled open the barn door. Richie threw himself on top of the stack of bales of hay while Eddie closed it behind him. He giggled when he saw Richie struggling to sprawl out on the rough material. “Hey, I’ve got a better idea.” He headed over to the small set of stairs that led to the loft and he climbed up them easily.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, hold on…” Richie froze at the top of the stairs when he looked at what was in front of him. “Eddie....what is all of this?” He looked from all of the twinkling lights hanging from beams, to the hatch that allowed the moonlight to shine in, and finally to the bed. Covered with tons of blankets and soft looking sheets.

“Richie, I want you to make love to me.” Eddie said, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bed. Richie shook his head, and then stopped moving.

“Eddie. No. You want to wait until you’re married. You’ve been saying that since we were kids. I don’t want...I don’t want you to just change your mind because you think that I need sex to be fulfilled. I love you, just the way you are, we don’t have to…”

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” Eddie asked, face dropping as he looked at Richie. “Is that what this is? You don’t find me attractive and you don’t want to sleep with me?” Eddie said, tears filling his eyes. Richie’s heart dropped.

“No. Eddie, no, listen to me. That’s not it. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I just don’t want…” Richie promised, trying to explain his feelings, but failing miserably. “I don’t want you to regret it.” Something changed in Eddie, like a switch was being flipped.

“There you fucking go again, thinking you know everything.” Eddie shook his head, he was pissed off now, no one got to decide for him. “You like challenges, huh, Rich? I know you do. You can’t resist them. I challenge you to do your very worst, Tozier. To wreck my virgin body. Think you can handle that, or should I go back to the party and find someone else to do it for me?” Richie’s jaw dropped open in shock, he had never heard Eddie talk like that before.

“Challenge accepted.” Richie murmered, moving to press a bruising kiss to Eddie’s lips, pulling him with him towards the bed. He pulled his own jacket off and toed out of his shoes, then let himself fall back on the bed, sliping his shirt and jeans off before leaning up on his elbows to watch Eddie. “Going to do a strip tease for me, Eds?” He asked half joking, but there was a sparkle in Eddie’s eye.

Eddie licked his lips as he looked down at Richie. He let his jacket slipp off of his shoulders and drop to the ground. His scarf was next, he shimmied with it a little, dropping down and pulling back up so that his jean clad ass was on display for Richie. He dropped the scarf to the ground and pulled his sweater over his head, tossing it in Richie’s direction. He took his time unbuttoning his shirt, not wanting to destroy it even in the heat of the moment. Richie watched him eagerly as more and more of his toned little body came into view. He turned around again, as he slid his jeans down over his hips and ass, kicking them off and leaving him only in his tiny grey briefs. He wiggled his hips for Richie putting on more of a show for him. He turned around and stepped on the mattress moving over Richie and then dropping down until he was straddling him.

“Holy fuck. That was the hottest thing ever, Baby Boy.” He let out as he ran his hand up and down Eddie’s torso. Eddie ground his ass down on Richie’s dick, moaning when he felt how hard he was already.

“Mmmmmm no. The hottest thing you will ever see is me riding this pretty cock of yours, but there’s some work you need to do first, don’t you think?” Eddie asked sweetly, and Richie almost came right then and there. He nodded and let Eddie move off of him a little to lean over the side of the mattress. He came back with a condom and a bottle of lube. “I think you’re going to need these, but first, there’s something I want to try for you.” Eddie smirked at him and moved down the mattress, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down, letting his erection spring free.

Eddie smirked at Richie one more time before taking his leaking cock in his hand and leaning down to tease the head with his tongue. Richie’s hips thrust up without him even thinking. Eddie used his other arm to push down across Richie’s hips and keep him still. He took just the head of his ock back in his mouth, a little tentatively, and began sucking. Richie threw his head back from the feeling. Eddie decided to push himself a little bit further, he licked a strip up Richie’s entire length first, and then slid his mouth around his dick. He could only take a few inches in at first, but he worked his way down little by little. Richie was moaning and writhing on the bed beneath him, obviously unphased by Eddie’s inexperience.

“God, Baby Boy. That mouth. Ahhhh, Eds, I’m gonna cum.” Richie was moaning more and more, getting close to finding his release. Eddie pulled off, stroking Richie from root to tip a few times, until Richie’s body tightened up and he blew his load all over Eddie’s hand and his own chest. Eddie stroked him through the aftershocks, then looked down at his hand that was covered in Richie’s cum. He thought about it for a minute before looking Richie dead in the eye and lifting his hand to his mouth, and starting to lick it off. “Oh my fucking God, Eddie that’s fucking filthy…” Richie groaned out as he watched his boy.

“Mmmmmmmm. So good.” Eddie moaned, as he leaned down to lick a stripe up Richie’s chest, collecting the rest of his cum on his tongue. He caught Richie’s mouth in a kiss, letting him taste himself. Eddie pulled back, and kept his eyes trained on Richie. “Richie, are you going to open me up so I can take that pretty cock of yours, or do I need to do everything myself?”

“I’ve got you, Baby.” Richie said, pulling himself up into a sitting position. Eddie crawled down the bed a little bit, staying on his hands and knees and popping his ass out for Richie. “Oh, Baby Boy. Those briefs are doing nothing to hide that beautiful ass of yours.” Richie moved behind him, palming one of his cheeks in his hand. Eddie moaned at the feeling, and Richie gave him a little pat, before he pulled the fabric down over his ass, leaving them bunched up on his thighs. He used his thumbs to spread his cheeks apart. “My God, Baby Boy. You’re killing me. Soft and hairless. So pretty.” Eddie mewled at the compliment.

“Come on, Richie. I need more. Give me what I need.” Eddie begged, and Richie leaned in licking all the way from Eddie’s balls up his crack. “Oh fuck!” Eddie had never felt anything like it before. He’d never even played with his own hole, Richie’s tongue was the first stimulation he had ever had down there, and it was enough to make his cock drip precum into his briefs. Richie repeated the action, letting his tongue poke lazily at the ring of muscles. He suckled around his hole, finally breaching the muscles properly with his tongue. Fucking gently into the heat. Eddie moaned at the intrusion, it felt weird, not bad but weird. Richie kept playing with him, gently licking his hole open. He moved his hand around on the bed, trying to find the bottle of lube, he snatched it up quickly when he felt the hard plastic. He gave Eddie’s fluttering hole a light kiss before pulling back completely. “Are you going to fuck those long fingers in me? Come on, Richie. Do it.” Eddie instructed. Richie was taken aback by how vocal Eddie was.

Richie popped the cap of the bottle off and let some of the slick liquid drip down his fingers. He closed the bottle before dropping it back on the bed. Her rubbed the tips of his three lubed up fingers around Eddie’s hole, teasing circles around the muscle until Eddie was groaning and whining from being forced to wait. Richie took pity on him and began to push his first finger in slowly. Eddie choked out a sob at the feeling.

“It’s okay, Eddie. You’re doing so good for me. Taking my finger, just relax baby, so good.” Richie praised as he pushed his finger in the rest of the way. He could feel Eddie relaxing and took the opportunity to slowly begin thrusting his finger in and out, letting Eddie get used to the feeling. It was strange, feeling this full, but Eddie knew that there was so much more to come. Richie waited until Eddie was moving his hips back to meet his thrusts before he added a second finger, careful to keep them still so the stretch was bearable. When Eddie signaled that he was ready to continue Richie began twisting his fingers and scissoring them open, on one of his thrusts he hit something inside Eddie that ripped a scream out of his throat.

“Ugh. Fuck, Daddy, right there.” Eddie moaned, and Richie froze at what Eddie had just called him. It was unbelievably sexy, and Richie was pretty sure that he should be ashamed to admit that. Eddie seemed to realize his slip because Richie was no longer moving. “Your two fingers are in my ass and that’s what trips you up? Keep fucking moving, Daddy. Open my ass for your cock.” Richie choked on his own spit, but began moving again, thrusting in to hit that spot again, before adding another finger.

He made sure that Eddie was good and stretched, not wanting to hurt him when he thrusted in. He had Eddie flip over on his back and pulled his briefs the rest of the way off of his legs. Eddie pulled his legs to his chest, giving Richie space to move between them. Richie tore open the foil packet and slid the sheath down his shaft, he added more lube, making sure everything was nice and slick before moving into position over Eddie. He looked down at the love of his life, trying to make sure that this is what he wanted.

“We can stop right here, Eddie. We can wait. I love you so much, I’d wait forever.” Richie said looking into his eyes. Eddie looked up at him, with a smile on his face, and it touched Richie’s heart.

“I love you too. Now stick your fucking dick in me now. Did I stutter?” Eddie sassed, looking at Richie with determination in his eyes. Richie nodded, knowing that Eddie knew his body better than anyone else. He pressed the tip of his cock against Eddie’s hole, and then slowly pushed in. Eddie’s mouth flew open and he screwed his eyes shut at the feeling, so new. Richie went slow, inch by inch until his hips were resting against Eddie’s ass. Eddie gasped out a breath. “Holy fuck.”

“Are you okay? Is it too much?” Richie asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. Eddie just nodded that he was okay, taking a few deep breaths. He relaxed. “Do you want me to move?” Richie asked and Eddie nodded again. Richie started thrusting in, slowly and gently, barely moving at first. Eddie quickly started to get inpatient, he knew that Richie was holding back.

“Fuck me like you mean it.” He let out, wrapping his legs around Richie’s waist to pull him in tighter. Richie sped up a little bit, pumping in and out in a rhythm, Eddie rocked his hips to meet his thrusts, legs still wrapped around his waist. The discomfort had turned to pleasure and now he wanted more. “Richie! Harder! Fuck me harder, Daddy. Please!” He cried out and Richie tried to move faster to satiate his boy, but Eddie was moaning like a porn star and Richie was a little lost. Eddie raked his nails down Richie’s back, trying to encourage him to go faster, and Richie cried out from the mixture of pain and pleasure. He wasn’t the most experienced, and his only other partner had definitely not been as enthusiastic and receptive as Eddie.

Eddie was done waiting, he rolled them over so that Richie was on his back. Eddie straddled him again and grasped his cock, he held it in place and let himself sink down on it, feeling Richie way deeper than he had before. He started to pound himself down on it hard and fast over and over, rocking his hips until Richie’s cock was brushing against his prostate with every thrust. Eddie braced himself with his hands on Richie’s chest. He kept fucking himself down, his own cock slapping up against his belly from his movements. Richie lay beneath him, trying to thrust up in time with Eddie’s thrusts, watching his boyfriend get himself off by using his cock like a toy.

Richie could feel his stomach getting tight, his body racing towards his climax. Eddie was doing so well for him, his tight hole milking his cock perfectly. Eddie slammed down one more and Richie was cumming in the condom, screaming Eddie’s name as his body started to tingle all over before going numb. Eddie kept bouncing, hitting his prostate, and then wrapped his hand around his own cock, flicking his wrist just how he liked it, and cumming in thick streaks across Richie’s chest. He let himself catch his breath then carefully moved off of Richie before falling onto the mattress next to him. He could already feel how tender his ass was, but it was worth it.

He grabbed a pack of baby wipes that he had left off to the side and wiped himself and Richie down a little bit. He wanted a hot shower, but he wanted to curl up with his love even more. Richie opened his arms and let Eddie snuggle into them, pulling the sheets and blankets up over them. It was quiet for a moment before a thought popped into Richie’s head that he had to voice.

“You were right. Watching you ride my cock, is the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen.” Richie admitted as they lay wrapped up in each other. Eddie giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. They fell asleep intertwined, the sounds of the party in the background and the moon shining through the hatch.

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