#her dad's kinda a douche but i could change that

[matertrahere]

Steve and Chrissy as cousins like just imagine it

part 2

Chrissy’s mom and Steve’s dad are siblings who both are equally obsessed with image and so Chrissy’s parents are similar to Steve’s. In that they also leave her home alone a lot so she and Steve just start living together since they’re both lonely and don’t have too many life skills.

They end up learning how to cook together and take care of their house. Steve is still a bit of a dick but Chrissy just kinda ignores it since she understands their shared situation. She ends up wanting to get some weed freshman year and asks Steve for a good seller, he gives her the information of Eddie Munson since well he won’t scam her and he seems trustworthy enough.

The two become fast friends and Chrissy starts using their smoke sessions as therapy sessions as they both rant about their own fucked up lives. Chrissy however never mentions Steve is her cousin though since she doesn’t know how Eddie will react and honestly she really doesn’t want to find out. Everything is going great until Steve finds out about the Upside Down.

Chrissy comes home to find Steve nursing his bruised face and he simply explains there are monsters in Hawkins. Chrissy ends up watching Steve change from a popular douche to a kind person so she decides to open up more. She ends up hanging out with Eddie and CC becoming genuine friends with all of them. It also helps her finally come out as a lesbian.

All she knows about the Upside Down is that it leads to Steve having a bruised face and a surge of migraines. She wants to help all she can but he simply tells her no that he can’t risk her like that. So she stays put albeit begrudgingly.

End of Season 1

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I feel like their is a lot of untapped potential of Steve and Chrissy being related cause imagine their both jocks, both have platonic with a capital P soulmates, both could use someone to care about them, and all in all I think their dynamic would be interesting. Plus if Buckingham and Steddie get married Robin and Steve will be in laws and vice versa for Eddie and Chrissy which would simply just be perfect.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders ~ Australia

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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After Saudi Arabia, Liv headed straight for Sydney.  She didn’t want to head home to California first before the race since the time change would mess with her head. Red Bull set her up close to where the track would be, and she took a couple of days to get over the high.  Bucky flew in a couple of days later, ready to go over numbers and video.

He moved into the bar of the hotel and saw Liv sitting at the bar, her long legs crossed dressed in a short, black flare skirt and a green blouse. She dark hair was loose about her shoulders.  Bucky gawked at her for a second. She was gorgeous and he was suddenly nervous.  She turned and saw him and smiled.  “Hey Bucky!”

Bucky moved and gave her a one arm hug. “Hey Bug, how are you?”

“Rested.” She smiled radiantly.  “Exactly what I needed after the whirlwind of a couple of weeks.”

“Hate to break it to ya, kid, but as the season goes, it just gets worse.”  Bucky flashed his best smile.

“Well, you tell me what I need to know, boss.” Liv shrugged and Bucky laughed.

“Alright let’s get started.”

Bucky pulled all the numbers and reviewed everything with her, tire pressures, fuel usage, speed, wind velocity, anything that could hinder or help in qualifying or the race.  “Look,” he started, “it could mean nothing or everything with these numbers. Everything will change once you are on the track.”

“It is different. I mean, moto and F3 are totally different from F1, I knew that but wow.”

“I know what you mean.” Bucky took a swig of his beer.  “But, let’s leave it.  I wanna know more about my racer.”

Liv smiled.  “Why? So, you can get a feel for me?”

“Kinda.  If I know you, what it’s like when you sound frustrated or angry, it helps during a race.  You can communicate with me without saying the words.  And remember that radios can be translated on a broadcast because they can hear us.”

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Liv looked at her crew chief.  “Alright fine.  How will you know what I sound like if nothing is frustrating me?”

“Easy.  Let’s talk about something the frustrates you.” Bucky cocked an eyebrow.  “Like Steve.” He watched as Liv frowned at the name. “Thought so.”

“Thought what?  That your best friend is a cocky, arrogant, petulant asshole?”

“Please tell me what you really feel.”  Bucky laughed as Liv ordered a gin martini.

“He’s just such a jerk.  He thinks he’s better than everyone else which he is not.  He’s good, I’ll give him that but one day all that arrogance will bite him in the ass.  Someone just needs to knock him down a peg or two.  I mean, he has potential to be the next Vettel or Hamilton if he just utilizes and works with the team he’s got.”

Bucky’s mouth hung open for a second as she finished.  She took a sip and then said. “What?”

“How do you know him so well?”

“Please, I know how all of these racers work.  My dad is a legend for a reason.  We studied F1 like some study football. Plus, you know, Ransom.”

“What is the story with that douche?” Bucky signaled to the bartender for another.

“The story with Ransom is that I was 18 and stupid in love with him.  He swept me off of my feet.  Should have lied about my name and maybe I wouldn’t have been used.”  Liv drained the martini glass. “So here I am, finally living the dream at 28, and it has to be with my ex-boyfriend.”

“Have you seen him since you came back?”

“No, thank God. He’s lucky too.  Told him and that bitch I found him with that I would punch him the next time I see him.”  She flashed a smile, but Bucky could see the hurt in her eyes. “Didn’t realize that it would still hurt five years later.”

“How long?

“Almost five years.  Made it to the day before our anniversary.  Came home early to surprise him.  Surprised me more.”  Liv thanks the bartender before taking a health sip.

“Sorry Bug.” Bucky rubbed the small of her back.

“‘s ok. Frank helped a lot.  So did my sister.  I started racing motorcycles after that just to feel something again. Haven’t really dated since.  Don’t trust guys much anymore.”  She looked away from him, trying to abate the tears.

“We’re not all that bad. And Stevie, well, he just had a lot happen to harden him but he’s usually a sweet guy from Brooklyn.”

She snorted.  “I can imagine. Guess I wasn’t worthy enough to see it.” Liv finished her drink. “I’m going to get dinner and then head up.”

“Would you like some company?” Bucky flashed her a soft smile, showing off his Brooklyn charm.

“Sure boss.  Tonight’s tab can be on you.”  She stood up and offered him back the same soft smile. He stood up and took her hand, placing it in the crook of his arm.

“Dinner with a beautiful lady.  How can I say no to that?”

Liv’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink. “Charmer.”

They walked out as Ransom hit the lobby.  He sneered at the image of his girl on the arm of Barnes. A voice beside him interrupted his thoughts. “What are you staring at Drysdale?”  His partner, Lance Tucker clapped his back.

“Nothing.  Let’s just check in.”

After a couple of good practice sessions, Liv left confident heading into qualifying. The confidence left after the first session. 

Qualifying in Formula one is broken down into three sessions.  In the first session, all 20 drivers take to the track and lay down a fast lap.  The five slowest drivers are eliminated and slotted into their positions for the race.  The FIA, the regulating body, then wipes the times and the remaining 15 drivers do it again and another five drivers are eliminated.  In the final session, the fastest car of the 10 remaining is considered in first position or pole.

Olivia makes it though the first session.  She is sitting in her car, waiting for her team to release her in the second session.  “You got this Liv”, she hears from Bucky.

“Thanks Bucky,” she chirps back.  She gets thumbs up from Frank and she heads onto the grid, warming her tires as she makes her way around the 3.2-mile track in Melbourne.  As she gets closer to the starting line, she makes sure all of her gages and temps are where they need to be. She sees the start and takes off.

And makes a mess.  She jumps curbs and almost loses the back end on turn 5.  Her time is low.  She pulls into the pit and the team changes her tires.  She heads back out, but the time is hardly better than before.

“What the hell!” she yells in her radio.

“We don’t know Liv, nothing changed from practice.  You got time for one more.” Bucky tells her calmly, trying to get her to relax.

Liv drops the clutch and shoots forward, starting her last lap, hoping to avoid elimination.  She makes it around faster but its still not enough and she qualifies 11th.  She heads in to the pit and parks the car.

“I’m sorry Liv, I don’t know what happened, but we lost DRS and it just wouldn’t stay open.”  Bucky took her hands.  “You were driving great.  This isn’t on you.”

“Yeah, alright.”  She pulled away and headed to the trailers to change.  She still had her interview obligations to complete so she cleaned up and head out.  Once she was done, she headed to her corner in the garage.  It was high enough that no one would notice her unless they were looking for it.  She headed up and curled around herself just needing a few minutes peace. She wipes away a frustrated tear.

“Problems?”

Olivia rolled her eyes as she saw Steve looking up at her. “Fuck off Rogers.” She started to climb down to head back to her trailer.

“See your attitude is still as sunny as ever.  I was wondering.” He smirked up at her.

Olivia saw the smirk and her heart fell. “You’re happy I failed, aren’t you?”

Steve didn’t hold back. “For you, yes.  For the team, not so much.”  He shrugged.  “I knew last week was a fluke.”

This brought even more tears.  Being here, driving, was her dream.  They say never meet your heroes. They couldn’t be more right. “Get away from me.  You are an ass.”  She moved to walk away from him.

He grabbed her arm. “Hey, I’m top here, just help me stay there,” Steve growled.

Liv shook her arm off and turn to him.  He saw the tears in her eyes. And he instantly regretted his words. But she was done. “Right, because it’s all about you right?  Fine whatever. I just wanted to make the Bartons, Andy, Frank, Bucky and… and you, proud of me.  Guess I failed in more ways that one.”

Steve was stunned.  “Olivia…”

“Save it.  I don’t need or want your pity. You make it perfectly clear that I don’t belong here.  You just want me to help you get to the championship.  Message received. Excuse me.”  She walked quickly out of the garage, leaving Steve stunned.

Steve’s POV

Steve stood with his hands on his hips staring at the door Liv just exited from. He hated seeing her beautiful eyes red rimmed.  He knew qualifying wasn’t her fault and he wasn’t sure why he had attacked her like that. Maybe he was going about this the wrong way.  She was good, that much he knew but maybe just talking to her might help her.  He shook his head and walk out.

Right into Johnny Storm and Chase Collins, drivers for team Ferrari.  “Yo Rogers!” Johnny flashed his infamous smile.  “Heard your rook had a rough day.”

“Yeah, what’s it to you?”

“Nothing, just though you might know where she is.”

“I don’t.”  Steve started to walk away.

“Shame, was hoping to comfort her,” he heard Storm whisper to Collins.  The men laughed and it took everything within Steve not to turn around and pummel him.  He let go of the fist he unconsciously made, letting the blood run back into his hand.  He frowned.  Why was his reaction to someone being disrespectful to Olivia violence?  She didn’t like him, and he didn’t like her.  But after seeing her eyes in tears, it dawned on him.

He might have, maybe, sort of, kinda, have a crush on her.

The race on Sunday went better than Liv had hoped.  Her start was better, and she was able to keep pace.  She passed several car and ended the day in fifth, earning her Driver of the Day honors.  As she parked, she hopped out to be weighted.  She smiled at Bucky and shared high-fives with the entire team.  She looked up at the podium and watched Steve win his third in a row. Her heart clenched slightly as he smiled and waved and stood for the anthem.  As soon as it was done, she left and went to change.

As she walked out, she saw Steve making out with one of the Ferrari moto girls and her heart dropped. Maybe, she, possibly, kinda had a tiny itty-bitty crush on Steve.

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[the-arashikage-clan]

maybe now that teen wolf is over… I’ll finally write that fanfic

[mjfan4life18]

Its over😫😫😫

I will say my piece and then move on from this amazing drama. People will give their own opinions but, I will ignore them like the plague cause sometimes some ppl opinions aren't necessary😂 j/k...👀

If Park Eun-Bin doesn't win Top excellence award, Best actress, and Daesang I will riot.🤬🤬🤬

I have been watching PEB dramas since Hello, My Twenties (which is good btw has 2 seasons) then I worked my way to watching Ghost Detective (another good one💜) then hot stove league to Do you like Brahams? (a beautiful slow burn romance drama filled with classical music, angst and pain. I'm being dramatic😂) to The Kings Affection (another good one) all the way to EAW. I think I have watched everything she's had a lead in except Judge vs.Judge.

I believe if EAW didnt get the mass popularity it received and there was no talk of a season 2 and it ended like it did. I would still think it ended nicely and want a season 2 lol

Its one of those dramas that have the potential to go for another season or more because, of the potential to further dive into the relationships and the people of Habanna and the cases!!!

x We have a potential relationship of woo young woo being a older sister to her younger brother if her shit mom allows it or if the younger brother even wants it.

x The ups and downs of Junho and woo young woo dating. (She still needs to introduce him to her dad lol and he still hasn't introduced her to his parents which I kinda hope he don't give how the whole meeting with his sister went🤨😑)

x Then there is the redemption arc of shit Minwoo and him becoming/living like a fool for Choi soo-yeon.

***Real quick I read a lot of ppl pissed that choi soo-yeon started to like Minwoo. That the writer did character assination to her and I do disagree. Yes, I was annoyed by her liking him after everything he's done. But if you take away your anger for a bit she doesn't know EVERYTHING he was trying to do. We the viewers did. Yes, he wrote that shit post about nepotism that choi soo-yeon knows about and yea that should be enough in some ppls eyes to not get involved with someone like that. And she was annoyed by him all the time and ridiculed him for it until her heart started backstabbing her from his bare minimum gentleman acts. (I think its from all those shit dates she went on)🙃 let's be real we have been choi soo-yeon or have some friends like that who end up liking douche bags!!! Let's not lie~ and we try to 'change them' which sometimes works or most of the time doesn't! But when you like someone or fall in love you do start to do things completely out of character lol hence the scene where Minwoo said he will "start acting/living like a fool" cause...those are traits that Choi soo-yeon likes😝👏🏾

**Some people were pissed that Minwoo didn’t get exposed for working with Tae su-mi and trying to get woo young woo to quit or be fired. Someone said they tried to resolve it by having choi soo-yeon have a crush on him and he gets off Scott free. To that I say huh?!??! There is no correlation at all to that and I think that viewers just come to this conclusion because, we disliked him so much lol.

 Honestly in my opinion now that the drama is over can we really say Minwoo is a top notch villain? Asshole, absolutely but he sucks at being a villain.

x One, he tried to get woo young woo in trouble by sending documents the attorney could have used representing the two woman that were fired for being females and told to take care of their kids at home so the men could bring in the $$$. (That shit still makes my blood boil) Luckily the attorney wasn’t a ass and knew that would get woo young woo in trouble so she didn’t use them. Fail for Minwoo~

x Two he tried to make woo young woo anxious or maybe uncomfortable turning up the volume on the tv to have her  here them talking about her mom but, she was so focused looking for something and meeting Junho sister and husband she didn’t here it then her friend turned it to spongebob lol. I don’t know what he was really trying to do with that but FAIL for Minwoo.

Like homeboi had one job and he couldn’t even do that right lol. I believe that sometimes all characters involved don't need to know everything other characters know/did unless it crucial to the development of the drama. Does that make sense? For example not every single character found out woo young woo was Tae su-mi daughter. Another example not every character found out that the hacker that went to trial to confess his wrong doing was her half brother. Like things like this can add more to the plot that the writer will have to tie together nicely in an 1hr in 30 min or sometimes they just don’t add to what the writer is trying to convey in the next scene. So, Minwoo not getting exposed was how I saw that as well~

Don't get me wrong no way am I on the soo-yeon&minwoo love train because, nothing has really even happened BTW the two besides soo-yeon confessing that she likes him. Will have to see how they develop in season 2 but, minwoo is heading in the right direction 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 I was not expecting Minwoo to do a complete 180 and be this sweet, kind person half way through the series, so for him to make a choice towards the end of the series how he wants to live his life going forward was a scene I was expecting.

People talked about the cases being boring....

If your already set in your ways watching a drama for the romance solely and that's the only thing keeping you invested then yea sadly your going to overlook the other great parts of any drama cause your brain can't seem to want to be engaged in anything else but, OTP!

Don't get me wrong I was EXACTLY like this to the 'T' in someways I still am but I think it was possibly Japanese dramas that taught me how even a subtle hint of romance or hell even none at all can still be an amazing drama keep me engaged and that has open me to so many amazing movies and dramas that have very little or no romance at all!

But people like what they like, it  can't be helped.

I enjoyed the cases because, there were engaging and it showed the rookie attorney's put in work and grow from every case they were on. It showed how smart and how Woo young woo would find out a way to win the case. And of course having Junho tag along and have special little moments with woo young woo🥰

If they didnt have cases that would be like the biggest plot hole. 😂 A bunch of attorney meeting at a restaurant that never has customers lol eating talking about cases we barley see in a courtroom lol. Just like those romance dramas with the ML is a ceo but never really see him the office working.

** side note how is that breaded man able to even still have a restaurant 🤣 from the moment he was introduce we have only seen woo young woo eat there and I doubt the gimbap she orders is keeping the lights on 💀💀💀 unless that was simply the gag through the series him never having customers. Lol

Anyways I'm happy the dad recognized his daughter is growing up and he should be so proud of his parenting as a single father👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾💜

For those who did not cave and have been waiting for the drama to end I salute you. Now you can enjoy to binge watch without the week long wait.

I loved the drama I have no nitpicks whatsoever. It gave me what I wanted. I do feel this drama will win lot of awards at the end of the year and some country will probably make a remake of this drama but, honestly I hope not cause I just don't think they'll do it justice. Just watch with subtitles! Its not hard!!

If y'all still here see ya 2024~ 🤪💜🌸

[superw3nch]

this idea literally came to be out of nowhere and if i don’t get it out i will literally scream. even though I should be finishing the like five other fics i’m currently writing but whatever. 

anyway I present married!charlie and billy

in an AU where Billy survives season 3

Billy proposes as soon as he’s cleared from the hospital

soon after they break the News to both their families

Sue cries and Max is so happy to officially call Charlie her sister now

Mr. And Mrs. Sinclair try their best to be upset but they’re so happy

Erica actually hugs Billy

Lucas is excited tho he has a harder time admitting it

then before they could even get the invitations out they move to California

Billy hates Hawkins and Charlie is ready for a change after what happened

they get a shitty apartment one bedroom barely even half a bath 

but its okay because it’s theirs

billy gets a job working as a surfing instructor and charlie finds this hole in the wall record shop and just falls in love

things are fine and theyre still planning the wedding and then boom she's pregnant

and charlie has a hard time with the pregnancy cause like what the fuck there’s a person growing inside of me??? 

billy does his best to be there for her even though he’s kinda scared too cause he just wants to be a good Dad

he doesn’t want charlie or the baby to ever feel unloved or unwanted

but he’s great better than great Charlie tells him this everyday and has no problem if she still has to remind him 

he holds her hand at every appointment and asks questions before she can even get them out

they find out what they’re having

Charlie was terrified of having a girl fear of the baby being just like Erica 

Billy wanted a girl, he’d be happy and love the baby regardless, but fuck he wanted a girl 

He wants to spoil a girl dress her up in frilly pink clothes and little bows he’s thinks that’s the Anthesis of cute

Lucas just wants to be an uncle

And the first kid is a boy

They struggle with names they go through about 50

Jason (no bc Charlie knows a boy in Hawkins named Jason and he’s a dick)

Trevor (Billy thinks that’s a douche name)

Harold (and they both say no bc their kid is not a 75 year old man)

Noah (maybe but Erica says she would refuse to call her nephew a Dork name like Noah)

Jonathon liked it though so that’s a plus

Carter (sue and max’s favorite said he’d be successful one day)

But finally they settle on Robert, Bob for Short bc there was a family friend named Bob that passed and Billy can see the way Charlie’s eyes lights up when she talks about him

Joyce cries when they tell her over the phone

[tabithahallows]

Do y'all ever think about how Ingrid usually wore the Dracula family black and red in the Stokely seasons? It's obvious that she's trying to dress like her dad, at least colour wise use because she's a Dracula™ and because she wants the douche's love™ and attention™

But during the Garside seasons, after she looses Will, steals her fathers throne and betrays her family (which, I mean...is kinda just a Dracula'a Sunday afternoon but still) we see her in predominantly black outfits.

Now, of course there are exceptions to this and she often wears sliver or gold accents with the black but there is a pretty clear change from the Stokely seasons in her wardrobe. You could argue that it was simply a stylistic choice as many in the show were made that differ from the early seasons, as we all know that the show got generally darker. But it feels like more than that to me because The Count still largely dresses in black and red, it's still of the family colour (Vlad tends to rarely wear the black and red either but it's different because it didn't make up %90 of his wardrobe in the past and when he did wear it, it was usually due to being forced into traditional clothing by his dad).

So, why is this pretty obvious shift even worth pointing out? Well, there are character reasons that can be applied here. Ingrid wore the black and red to essentially match with her dad and be seen as a Dracula as much as she could be but after she betrays her dad and Vlad at the end of season 2 everything changes for her. In that moment she stopped trying to force him to recognise her as his heir (which was kinda her only plan at that point to get power). Since he wasn't going to choose her over Vlad, she saw her chance and took the opportunity to seize control (mind you she had literally just lost Will so who knows how fucked up she was in that moment).

And okay, so this doesn't end well for her, sure, but even when she gets to Garside she doesn't go back to the black and red nor does she put all her effort into making her dad decide against Vlad. She comes up with numerous other plans to get what she wants and is pretty damn relentless at times. And even then she's still a Dracula™. She never turned away from the family name even when she stopped dressing like her dad because she wasn't just a Dracula™ anymore. She was Ingrid Dracula. She was going to do things her own way whether that meant assassinating Vlad or getting a seat on the High Vampire Council. It wasn't about getting her dads love anymore as that was something she'd pretty much given up on year's ago when she betrayed him. She just wanted power and to be Ingrid Dracula in power.

So, yeah. Maybe it was a simple colour scheme change decided upon by the shows wardrobe department...or maybe it was a way to show Ingrid's development from a teenage girl who wanted her dad to see her as a vampire and legitimate heir, to a woman who is willing to walk over his ashes to get her hands on what she wants.

To put it plainly; Ingrid Fucking Dracula could roundhouse kick me to the face and I would thank her.

[thestalkerbunny]

What are your favorite twilight zone episodes?

Oh god you get me; you aBSOLUTELY get me. So fun fact about me, I LOVE the Twilight Zone. I doubt any series of horror has enthralled me in such a captivating way as the ‘Zone’ did as a kid. The Horror in that show is just so real and authentic because of the time period. So I”m gonna do you what I think is the personal best episodes for me-pictures included!

So let’s get to Stalky’s Top Ten ZONE EPISODES

10: The Masks

A dying wealthy man is down to his last few hours of life on the eve of Mardi Gras and his spoiled selfish heirs are there to watch him die and get what is theirs-with the catch, until midnight they must wear hideous masks that compliment their awful personalities. This one always stuck with me because The sheer anticipation of what will happen in the end and the fact that all their heirs are just so very unlikable, it’s very much like the movie ‘Knives Out’ but much more tame-nobody gets murdered, but just the ending thrilled me the first time I saw it

9: The Monsters are Due on Maple Street

A Street full of neighbors experiencing a black out turn on each other in violent mob mentality of the blame game. This is a CLASSIC, This is true pure and realistic horror because it really asks the question ‘how well do you know your neighbors and do you trust them’ it also was very much a product of it’s time in the era of the Cold War were even in your own neighborhood, even your neighbors could be a ‘communist’ in disguise. The Ending was a real rug jerker for me. For those of you who haven’t seen the ending-you gotta go watch it. Just less than 15 minutes of your time. Iconic. They did a remake of it once but it didn’t HIT the way it did the first time.

8. Will the Real Martian Please Stand Up?

A Bus making a stop realizes that there is one extra person among them is not accounted for and they may not be of this world. Now THIS is the originally ‘Among Us’ There is one more person on the manifesto and we gotta find out who the imposter is. This one just felt so witty and just the energy of the Moustache guy really stole the show for me as well as the diner chef. The twist was GREAT and I still catch myself thinking about it sometimes when I’m in a ‘ZONE’ mood

7. The Midnight Sun

The Earth is slowly falling into the Sun. We watch as a woman falls apart as the whole world around her burns. Now being a southern girl with a house whose ac loves to just BITE it in the DEAD of summer I FEEL this episode with all my soul. If you’re ever the littlest bit chilly, you watch ‘Midnight Sun’ and you can FEEL yourself melting along with this poor suffering woman in this apartment complex. Just watching these poor people just lose their minds to the heat is so real because just slight temperature changes just make people irrational and insane.

6. I sing the Body Electric

Children get a New Grandma! A ROBOT GRANDMA! This one is such a heart warming episode and concept, like if you don’t like scary stuff but still wanna know the Twilight Zone, you watch ‘Body Electric’ It’s very much a ‘Mary Poppins’ sort of story and it’s sweet and the way it explains what happens to the Grandmother once her job is done should be applied to all robots concepts of the afterlife. Plus the store the family goes to in order to make their custom grandma is kinda spooky. Like build a bear. But for Grandmas.

5. Number 12 looks JUST like you

In  Future, You can be anyone you want to be, because the cosmetic surgery is Mandatory. One girl protests it. This one breaks my heart because for some people, this is reality, they’re pressured into changing even though they’re happy with their looks but society refuses to accept them. You know how in cartoons there’s the trope of the popular girls being surrounded by identical clones. That. It’s that. It’s often confused with another iconic episode that talks about how beauty is about perspective and what people will go thru to try and be the standard for society.

4. Night of the Living Doll

A little girl’s doll decides to teach an abusive Step Father a lesson. TALKY TINA WALKED. SHE FUCKING STRUTTED THAT RUNWAY MAMA. SO CHUCKY/TIFFANY/BRAHMNS/ANNABELLE COULD FUCKING RUN. She was the ORGINAL Doll that is up to NO GOOD. We are ROOTING for Talky Tina. She is a QUEEN. WE STAN A LEGEND. The Dad is such a douche bag I do not feel bad at ALL for what happens to him.

3. One for the Angels

A sidewalk sales man stalls for time to save another’s life from Death himself. This one is a sweet one, the salesman-Marky-is just so genuine and the ‘bumbling type that’s loved by kids’ and he’s a clever character, if you like the cheating of death story-you’ll love ‘One for the Angels’. And even if it ends a bit sad-it’s a happy kind of sad, a sad where you know that this is the good happy ending even if it’s a little bitter.

2. The Hunt.

An Old man and his Hound explore the trail to the afterlife. This one speaks to my backwoods southern heart-because there are dudes who are just that passionate and affectionate about their hounds. It also does the whole thing where the path to hell looks just as pretty as the one that lead to heaven. It feels like it’d be the kind of bluegrass song I’d hear about a guy narrowly missing ending up in Hell because he doesn’t want to be apart from his beloved dog.

HONORABLE MENTION: The Last Rites of Jeff Myrtle

A Young man dies....and comes back to life? Again another southern themed episode that speaks to me, mainly because Wake Culture is a thing where you have to sit up with the body to make sure they’re REALLY dead. Just the whole set up to the ending really just fools you. It’s the kind of story I feel like I would set up. I think I HAVE set up that kind of story with ‘The Diver Boy’ Comic

1. The Obsolete Man

Nothing I can say can compare to the perfection and the dark statement that The Obsolete Man makes. Nothing hits home that hard in that way. A horrible future where people get to decide what is obsolete and once it’s obsolete, it must go away forever.

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Marks - John B Routledge

Request: Hi would you be able to write something about John b (outer banks) were the reader and him have been secretly seeing each other and one day they are all one the boat and she's wearing one of his shirts over a bikini and the others see the marks???? Love your work btw and sorry if this makes no sense and it OK if you can do it and thank you 💛🌻🌼

A/N: So I hope this is what you wanted?? I like how it turned out.

Outer Banks Masterlist

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No one knew where the unofficial rule of Pogue life in the Outer Banks had come from but you all agreed that it felt like it had been around forever. Was it something Kiara made up in seventh grade when boy/girl parties meant more pressure to kiss whoever the cutest person in the room was? Was it something someone else made up that was overheard and adopted? Had it been around for a long time? It was hard to say, all you did know was that the rule was the rule, no Pogue-on-Pogue macking, and the rule was sacred. It hadn’t been transcribed in stone by a burning bush but it might as well have been the way that everyone talked about it. Some people broke the rule but never your group.

You’d kissed tourons, a odd kook once at a party that you never spoke of again for fear of retribution, but never a Pogue. It was a stupid rule, honestly, but it’d helped you not make terrible decisions. Like when you and JJ got so high in ninth grade that you almost kissed him. But even in the haze the rule was the rule and you didn’t break it.  

“How am I supposed to get a boyfriend when the guys I’m allowed to like leave after two weeks?” You questioned, laying on the end of the HMS Pogue. It was this very conversation that had changed your opinion of the rule. Before that afternoon you followed like it was written law and you were afraid of burning in hell for breaking it.  

But as you turned your head to the side to look over at your friends, at John B steering the boat through the marsh, it suddenly occurred to you that your question wasn’t a vague observation but rather a specific wanting. You didn’t want any guy to be your boyfriend, you wanted John B. You must’ve looked at him a thousand times in your life, you’d known him through bad haircuts, the summer before high school when his face broke out, the year he only wore stupid graphic tee’s from five below, and ill attempted bucket hat phase. All the unpleasant, unattractive moments in life that were supposed to deter you from even thinking about him that way didn’t seem to matter when you gazed at him across the boat. Tanned, unruly hair getting a little close to too long, some ridiculous Hawaiian shirt that he had the inability to button correctly.  

“I’ll be your boyfriend.” Pope offered, handing you a beer.

You sat up to drink and gave him a skeptical look, “you going somewhere I don’t know about?”  

“No Pogue on Pogue macking,” Kiara piped up like she was the spokesperson for it.  

“Oh my god; I know!” You groaned and Pope laughed, “why do you think I’m in this dilemma?”  

“You could date a kook,” JJ teased.  

“Fuck you JJ.”  

“Just mack on some Pogue we don’t know,” John B suggested. You looked over at him and took a long gulp of your beer, if he only knew.  

“You know everyone,” Kiara pointed out.  

“See, Kie understands my dilemma.”  

“Actually, I kinda prefer not being tied down.” Kiara replied.

“Okay, archaic...I’m not trying to be someone’s property or something but it’d be kinda nice to have someone ya know? To not have to flirt with rando tourists all summer.” You complained. It was a legitimate problem.  

“Sure. I hear that.” Pope agreed.

When everyone else had dispersed for the night, Pope back to his house, Kie to the Wreck, JJ to sleep in the hammock outside the Chateau, you and John B sat on the couch watching a movie on your laptop. You had your head on his shoulder and he was slumped against the cushions, far too quiet for a movie about a mega shark attacking people. He hadn’t said much else after your discussion about dating had died down. John B talked the talk, he flirted easily with tourons at parties but you never knew him to really be with anyone. You couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever called someone his girlfriend but you also didn’t know him to be the type to have random hookups.  

“You’re so quiet.” You observed, “we haven’t even ragged on the stupid CGI.”

“The CGI is stupid.” John B said, tilting his head to look at you and smiling.  

“Loser.” You shook your head. You wanted to tell him, you had decided on the boat that you had to. If he wasn’t interested in you, if the idea of dating one of his best friends freaked him out that was fine, you could be friends and move on. But if you just thought about it, obsessed over it, you would make it awkward. It would never be normal between the two of you because all you would focus on would be the what-ifs.

John B shrugged.  

“Hey John B, can I ask you something?” You sat up, shifting away so that you could look at him.  

“You just did.”

“Okay dad,” you rolled your eyes at him when he smiled.

“What’s up?” He asked, turning to face you, movie forgotten. The mega shark could eat whoever he wanted, John was focused on you and that was better than a movie.  

You were never sure how these things worked. Did you say that you liked him and you wanted to be in a relationship with him? Did you tell him you wanted to kiss him? How did you say okay to him when he inevitability said he wasn’t interested? He probably liked someone else. Sure, you had never seen him with anyone but that didn’t mean he didn’t like someone else...maybe Kie, everyone liked her. And if he did you couldn’t be mad about that.  

“Hey, E.T., phone home.” John B teased, waving a hand in front of your face.

You laughed and grabbed his wrist, “sorry.” You moved his hand to your lap and held it there, taking a deep breath. You could do this. This was John B, best friend, dork, treasure hunter. You talked to him about everything, you could talk to him about this. “The thing is-” You leaned forward, getting a rush of adrenaline as you closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his.  

John B’s eyes went wide as he sat there, his brain working overtime to catch up with what was happening. His free hand gripped the back of the couch as he leaned more into the kiss. When you’d mentioned wanting to date someone, he never imagined that you could be thinking about him. You’d been friends for a long time but that didn’t erase the fact that you were attractive. He’d never do anything that you didn’t want but there were plenty of times when he stared a little too long or hugged you a little too long. He was sure JJ and Pope had too, it wasn’t anything unusual for a group so close to have crushes on each other but he couldn’t even wrap his mind around the two of you.  

As the kiss deepened you let go of his hand to hold onto his shoulders, shifting yourself to straddle his lap. John B wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him completely as he laid back on the couch, the sudden motion making you yelp a little.  

“Oh my god, JB!” You laughed; foreheads pressed together as you laid there on top of him.  

“So uh, definitely broke a rule or two,” he joked. He watched as you sat up in his lap.  

-

That was two weeks ago and in that time you and John B had almost perfected your ability to sneak around. Though no amount of perfectly crafted excuses, late nights at the Chateau without your friends, or actively pretending you were interested in other people when you were at a party could have helped you avoid the most obvious clue that one of you might be fooling around behind the group’s back.  

You were on the HMS Pogue with the others, sitting cross-legged at the front with JJ smoking while Kiara and Pope swam. It would be dusk soon and the air was getting colder this far out. You would have just put your shorts and shirt back on but JJ had thrown you in the water earlier, fully dressed, and now you sat there, cold, with your wet clothes hanging over the side of the boat.  

“Just give me your t-shirt.” You begged. You’d been asking JJ for his shirt to keep you warm for the last ten minutes.

“No. Then I’ll be cold.”

“So much for chivalry.”

“I’m sorry,” Pope called, “is your complaint that JJ isn’t chivalrous?”  

“Yeah you’re right, my bad.” You stuck your tongue out at JJ and he smiled in return. John B was at the wheel, wearing your favorite of his numerous Hawaiian shirts. The one with the girls surfing. “Hey John B!” You called, leaning toward him and smiling.

“Yes?” John asked, smirking at you and raising an eyebrow in question.

“Can I have your shirt? JJ’s a douche and won’t give me his.”

“You’re such a baby.” JJ laughed.

“I guess I can spare it.” John replied, unbuttoning the only two buttons he’d done up and slipping the shirt off. You smiled, holding your hand out to him to accept the shirt.  

Once he handed it over he walked back to the wheel, JJ sliding his sunglasses down his nose dramatically and letting out a low whistle. “Hot damn John B, didn’t know you liked it so rough.”  

“What?” John whipped around, looking at JJ questioningly.  The other boy slipped his sunglasses into his necklace and signed toward John B.  

“You have, uh, scratches...on your back.” You supplied. JJ was still smirking.

“Wait what?” The commotion had caught Kiara and Pope’s attention, both swimming over to the boat and climbing in.  

John’s eyes shot instinctively over at you and you looked away as he reached back and felt the slightly raised welts on his back from the previous night. None of the other pogues had stuck around last night, leaving you and John B in the Chateau alone.  

JJ was watching your behavior and, when you turned away from him, noticed something off. “Hey Kie, hand me a water?”

“Seriously JJ?” She tossed the water at him as Pope followed up his “wait what” with twenty other questions. Who was it? When did you meet them? How long have you known them? Where they a pogue, a touron, worse? A kook?  

JJ, meanwhile, spilled some water on his fingers and reached over, rubbing your neck without warning, “what the fuck JJ!” You shouted, jumping to your feet and moving away from him.  

“Think I can answer your who Pope, unless that’s a coincidence.” He joked, pointing to the newly revealed hickey on your neck. You’d covered it with bronzer and foundation that morning but hours in the sun had sweat some of the makeup off and JJ had rubbed the rest.

“Oh my god!” Kiara grabbed your arm, turning you to look at the mark, “oh my god! For christ sake, we have a rule.”

“It’s a fucking stupid rule Kie and you know it.” John cut in immediately.

“Can’t argue with that.” JJ announced.

“Shut up Jay, you aren’t helping.”

“Guys...why didn’t you just tell us?” Pope asked.

“Cause I knew exactly how Kie would react.”  

“We have a rule for a reason! What happens when you break up and then shit is awkward because we have to choose who to be friends with?” She argued.

“We aren’t gonna break up.” You insisted.

“You don’t know that, all summer you’ve been ‘I just want a boyfriend to mack on, it doesn’t have to be serious’ and so what? Some tourist won’t do because two weeks is too short but you and John B are gonna hook up? Until when?”

“Whoa, don’t turn on me!” You snapped.  

“She’s got a point...not just you,” JJ quickly clarified. “But both of you...what happens when you get sick of whatever this is?”

“I’m not getting sick of anything and we’re not just hooking up for the summer Kie,” John B said, looking between his friends.  

“You say that-”

“I love her.” He cut in. Turning to look at you he continued, “I love you, not exactly how I imagined telling you but...I love you.”  

You bit your lip as you smiled, “I love you too.” You had known that first day on John B’s couch that there was no way the feelings you had for him could be contained to a random hookup. You weren't just dating for the summer to break up, this was something real. Something serious.  

“Good, now I’m turning this fucking boat around and all of you can go the fuck home.”  

“You’re kicking us off the boat cause Kie threw a tantrum.”

“I did not throw a tantrum JJ!” Kiara said, smacking his arm.

“You kinda did.”  

“I’m not kicking you off the boat cause you threw a tantrum-”

“I didn’t throw a tantrum!” She laughed this time as she cut John B off.  

“I’m dropping you off cause you definitely don’t wanna be around for the next couple of hours.” John B announced, glancing over at you and winking.

“Oh my god!” Pope groaned, “can you guys not talk about it.”

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 24

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2004 

“We lay to rest a beloved member of the community. A mother. A friend. A daughter. A wife. Claudia Stilinski...” We stood on the lawn of Beacon Hills Memorial Cemetery, watching Aunt Claudia’s casket being lowered into the ground. She had been sick for so long and it was starting to turn ugly... But she was in a better place now, that’s what Uncle Noah said. When he spoke at least. I looked past the grieving people, like Ms. McCall, Scott, the entire police department, and looked at Stiles. He looked so tired. His cheeks were tear stained and his eyes were red from crying. 

Once people started to disperse, my parents and I made our way over to Uncle Noah and Stiles. While the adults talked, Stiles and I just continued to stare at the grave. The grounds keepers were starting to cover her body with dirt. 

“Do you want me to spend the night tonight?” I whispered, reaching over and holding his hand. 

Stiles shook his head, chewing on the inside of his cheek, “I want to be alone tonight.” He gave my hand a squeeze.

“Wouldn’t tonight be the worst time to be alone?” 

“I just want to be at home with my dad. I need some time for myself.” 

“(Y/N).” We both turned at my father’s voice, “Let’s go, sweetie.” We both looked back at the grave.

“Okay. Well, call if you change your mind.” I gave his hand a squeeze before letting it slip away. 

We got into the car, making our way back home. 

“How you holding up, sweetie?” Mom turned back and looked at me over the sink. 

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” I said, looking out the window.

“Well, you don’t have to.” Dad said, “We’ll get into our pjs and watch Disney movies. You know how much Aunt Claudia loved Disney movies.” 

I swallowed thickly, “Actually... I was hoping that I could go to see the Hales. If that’s okay.” Dad sighed loudly and mom smacked him subtly. 

“Sure, baby.” Mom said, a sad smile on her face, “I’ll call Talia when we get home.” 

-

When I was dropped off at the Hales’, Talia welcomed me with open arms, a blanket, and a hot chocolate. I guess what I needed was away from the whole situation. We played games, Laura braided my hair, we made friendship bracelets. At the end of the night, Laura and Cora had fallen asleep to the movie we had been watching and Derek had snuck us both onto the roof of the Hale house. We were on our back, looking up at all the stars in the sky and the moon shining down on us. We had been in silence for a while until Derek cleared his throat awkwardly. 

“So, uh, are you excited for high school next year?” 

I sighed and shook my head, “After today? I don’t think I’ll be ready for anything.”

“Yeah...” He turned on his side to face me, “I’m sorry about your aunt. I know she was important to you.” 

“Thanks...” I turned, “I guess I’m just kinda worried about everything. I don’t know what life is going to be like without her. And I’m worried about Stiles too.” 

“I bet. I don’t know what I would do if I lost my mom.” He said. Then, he reached out and grabbed my hand, “Whenever you feel like this again, let me know. You can come over and we can do this again. Whatever you need, I’ll be there.” 

I smiled, a slight blush to my cheeks that I really hoped was hidden in the dark, “Thanks, Derek.” 

“Of course.” He smiled, “It’s what friends do.” 

-

The communication with Beacon Hills was slim to none. And, ya know, that didn’t feel great. I understood that everyone was busy living their lives whether it was being a high school student or fighting supernatural beings or being a supernatural being or the sheriff in a town full of both. But unanswered texts and calls were starting to get to me. 

The ones I got weren’t great either though. Stiles occasionally sent me a long email about the events that had happened since long distance calls weren’t in the phone plan. 

I had learned more about the alpha pack - a blind one, a woman who could definitely use a manicure, a strong man, and twins who could morph into each other. I was almost a little happy I didn’t have to deal with that. 

All the betas were missing except Isaac who had stayed behind. Even if he did get in trouble every now and then. 

And then missing turned into dead. Hearing that Erica was dead really hit me hard. I barely knew the girl, a few moments and quick chats usually didn’t mean that much. But they found her locked in a closet, rotting. It was horrifying. She was a child. She was finally enjoying her life - a new life without seizures and bullying, her parents had taken her to get pictures taken; happy to see that their little girl loved herself for the first time. Now she was gone. 

They found Boyd alive, thankfully. And surprisingly, they had found Derek’s sister: Cora. 

Not forgetting that there were flocks of animals committing mass suicide and kids turning up murdered. It seems home is getting more and more dangerous. Not only was there an alpha pack but there was a creature called a Darach, a dark druid. 

The leader of the alpha pack, Deucalion, was trying to get Derek to join his pack. He also wanted me to join as well, apparently he had been asking where I was. To join, he would have to kill the betas. Derek, who I’m sure was done being manipulated, refused. To keep him safe, Derek kicked Isaac out of the depot to live with Scott. 

Speaking of dead...

Even thousands of miles away, the vision of falling three stories still hurt as much as if I was actually there. A battle between the alphas, Derek and Scott. And honestly, I wasn’t sure if Derek was alive or dead. Every little message I thought to him just echoed in my head. I had cried, tried forcing myself to work through it. But nothing really worked. I still woke up in the middle of the night, naked on the castle grounds having shifted my feelings or else I was instinctually trying to search for him. First it was anger, next it was denial, then more anger. And that was all just last night. 

Hell, not even forgetting to mention the fact that the test Lachlan ran on me was a little more than just a blood panel. They checked for human chorionic gonadotropin hormone aka the pregnancy hormone. And things were just getting better and better. Because it was positive. I am pregnant. And the father may be dead. 

-

Sending a preemptive long distance fee to Stiles’ PayPal account, I called the house phone. It didn’t have caller ID but it was something. Michael didn’t think it was a good idea, however, it was gonna be a cold day in Hell before I listened to his double agent ass. Lachlan thought I deserved closure. And I trusted him more. 

“Stilinski residence.” Stiles’ voice was a little scratchy, but still loud and clear. 

“Stiles, if you hang up on me I swear you will live to regret it. I still have access to your secret YouTube channel.” There was a pause on the other end, then a sigh. 

“Hey (Y/N). I was wondering why I got an email from my PayPal."

 "Is there a reason I've been on everyone's pay no mind list? Because it's starting to piss me off."

"Well... Derek said that we shouldn't worry about or get you stressed out."

"So not talking to me for months is supposed to help?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Uh... Ya got me there."

I groaned and started tapping my foot, "I just...." My mind seemed to go blank, my heart rate going up. That's not right. I wasn't doing anything to make it spike like this.

"I know, I know. And I'm sorry, I wish I could contact you more. But there's a lot going on here with the alpha pack and Lydia and-and Derek-"

"Shit." I wheezed, sitting down on the bed. My body felt so warm and not in the way it normally would.

"Yeah I know, it's a lot right now-" His voice was drowned out by my senses taking over. It was the familiar warmth of intimacy. But not from me. It was Derek! He was alive. But he was with someone. And that someone-

He was kissing her. Touching her. His heart racing. Her touch set his skin ablaze and nothing else mattered. Not even the wounds on his body that nearly killed him. But all that mattered was her intoxicating touch. The touch of a woman he didn’t know. But her whole being enveloped him.  

I screamed loudly in anger, but behind that anger was so much pain. My chest ached and felt like it was being pulled across the world. I dropped the phone, holding my chest.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What's wrong?!" My breathing was erratic and my thoughts were going wild between what had just happened and what I was thinking and what I had to do from here. I felt so helpless and alone. What could I do?

Then... There was an answer. Maybe it was the stress? Maybe it was my raging hormones? But I had my answer.

I picked the phone back up.

"(Y/N)! Talk to me, what's going on?"

I inhaled and exhaled deeply, "Derek’s alive."

"He is?"

"But not for long." I hung up.

How dare he? HOW COULD HE? AFTER EVERYTHING WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH OUR ENTIRE LIVES AND HE JUST- JUST THROWS IT ALL OUT? And for what? Who could have been more important than me? I'm his stupid mate for Christ's sake.

But if he wants to sleep around?

Fine.

Fine.

He could for the next thirteen hours. Because I'm going back to Beacon Hills for the soul purpose of ripping his heart out like he did mine. And if this emotional trauma affected my child? Well, there were repercussions for that too.

-

Michael and Lachlan were in my room, watching me as I threw together a bag to take on the plane. Remarkably, as a member of the Lunar Circle I would get free airfare courtesy of Lachlan mostly because the guy was insanely rich and he agreed with my revenge plot, for the most part.

"Okay, let's think rationally here." Michael said, taking things out of my bag as I was putting them in, "He's a total douche bag for doing this. We all agree. But in your state, I don't think you should fly. I mean anything could happen."

"I can fly until I'm thirty-six weeks along." I said curtly, grabbing my things out of his hands and putting them back in the bag.

"Come on, think about what you're doing-"

"I have thought about it. And I'm going to kill him."

Michael looked back at Lachlan who had his arms crossed over my chest, only observing.

"A little help here, Praetor McLeod?"

Lachlan shrugged, "Seems justified to me."

"Murder? Murder seems justified to you." He asked incredulously.

"It's the werewolf way." Lachlan said simply.

"Thank you, Lachlan." I smiled.

"Anytime."

"Okay, what about this?" Michael stood in front of my path to my bag, "Murdering him seems like a great idea right now, I totally get it. But-but if you do that, it will weigh heavily on your conscience."

"The Lunar Circle has excellent insurance, including therapy." Lachlan chimed in.

I moved Michael out of the way, "Duly noted."

Michael sputtered, "And-and your baby? What about your baby? That's their dad."

"Their dad who decided to stick his penis in another woman." I raised my eyebrows at him, "That one? Yeah, what a stand up guy."

“But you love him. Don’t you think killing him-”

“Michael!” I slammed my suitcase shut, “Shut up.” I turned and faced both of them, “You’re right, okay? I do love him, which is the worst part. I hate him so much but I still love him. I dedicated my life to him and I thought he had dedicated himself to me. I was wrong.” I zipped the bag and made my way out the door, “I’ll be back at the end of the week.”

-

Getting on the plane didn’t take long. Relatively short lines, quick ticket, fast boarding. Like someone was looking out for me as I went to kick Derek's ass. Becoming alpha to Derek's pack was starting to sound better and better as the pain continued to radiate through my body. Eventually, I just felt numb.

The people on the plane were nice. I sat next to an older gentleman who slept for the most part so I could whisper profanities under my breath. The stewardess had been kind, making sure I had enough to drink. It seems someone had tipped them off I was pregnant, probably Michael. The guy had been a nervous wreck since he found out I was pregnant. He wouldn’t even let me train, not like he had much of a choice in what I did. But he sure knew how to annoy me out of a room. Lachlan had been supportive, talking about adding an additional room onto mine for a nursery. I told that it wasn’t necessary since I wouldn’t be staying in Scotland that long. 

After the plane landed, I was met by a very tired looking Stiles. We didn’t speak much, just began the drive back home. 

"So...." He swallowed, his eyes darted from me to the road ahead, "Pregnant," He chuckled nervously, "That-that's great! I'm so happy for you.” He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. He was hesitating, he wanted to say something else, “Uh...Speaking of-” I groaned loudly, another lecture. 

He ignored my dramatics, “Maybe you shouldn't kill him. That's not good for the baby..." 

“It wasn’t good for the baby when he decided to take our bond, step on it and rub it in the dirt.” He was silent, but not for long.

"Yeah-but you see we kinda need Derek to help with some big bads. Like Deucalion and the Darach and ya know, other stuff." 

"I remember you telling me about it. I tried to do some research but Lachlan said that we didn’t have too much information on them.” 

“Well that’s not too helpful.” 

-

We made it back to the house at sunset, which was perfect timing. The cover of night would be great to conceal me in the dark. Sure, he would smell my scent but he would have no idea where I was coming from. I pulled on the handle on the door but stared at it when it didn’t budge. Still locked. I looked back at Stiles. He looked tired, a wreck.

“Would you just... See dad before you cover yourself in blood? He was really excited to hear you were coming home.” Like he always seemed to be, Stiles’ was right. I should see Uncle Noah. 

“I will. I need to rest anyway. Besides, I can’t kill him on an empty stomach.” I winked.

“You terrify me.” He unlocked the doors. We got out just in time for Uncle Noah to jog down the driveway. 

“There she is!” He grinned, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tight. 

“I missed you so much.” I said into his shirt, giving him a soft squeeze. He pulled away and looked over me, “Look at you.” He motioned to my stomach that looked more like I was bloated than a fetus growing inside of me, “This-this is... Mhm. Exciting!” 

I chuckled, “Thanks. Very mhm.” 

“Uh, you hungry?” 

“Starving.”

-

Dinner had been extremely awkward, the conversation mostly coming back to the child growing inside of me. Lots of questions from both of them. Mostly how I hadn't called. In actuality I had called approximately twenty times a day with no answer from anyone per Derek's request. Unfortunately for him, his requests were now being put on the back burner. I excused myself to my room.

My room was kept the same, I'm certain no one had been inside besides Uncle Noah. And from the ruffled blankets, maybe Stiles. Back when we were kids, we used to sneak scary movies and had to sleep in a huddled pile because we were too scared to sleep by ourselves. 

I grabbed a jacket and opened up my window, I was half way out of it when my door opened. Stiles stood in the doorway. We stared at each other for a minute. 

“I may regret saying this one day because I don’t care for Derek, but don’t kill him.” He said, “Kick the living shit out of him, sure. Get in a few punches for me. But don’t kill him. We need him.” Of course, all it took was Stiles to talk me off the murder-ledge. 

“I won’t kill him.” I smiled, “I’ll be home soon.”

-

Odds are, with the alpha pack threat Derek will have the depot protected. What he failed to remember was that the most dangerous being in the world had a key to every place in the depot. I simply walked in the front door. Almost like he was expecting me.

His scent was so strong, like the forest after it rained. It made this ball of emotion well up in my chest bringing me back to all the love and memories we had shared together. Not all the memories were life and death. They weren't all fights. Some days, Derek and I would curl up and bed and never leave, only grabbing food here and there. His smile would light up his whole face, sometimes it would even reach his green eyes and make them sparkle. When he would nap, he would lay his head on my chest and sleep, like he was finally at peace with himself and the world. That was the person I loved. 

I walked through the main room at the depot, getting to the stairs. The worst part here was the pictures, us together, the pack. I want to make the depot less abandoned and more homey for the betas to have a place to go and relax. Some of the pictures had turned heads at the photo developing counter (but I had managed to convince them that it was for a theater class). The worst part was that on my way here Boyd had been killed. If only I had been here soon, if only I had been here at all. Only two of the pack remained, Isaac and Jackson who was no longer a killer lizard thanks to Lydia. Say what you will about Peter Hale but sometimes he knew what he was talking about.  

If Derek knew I was here, he hadn’t tried to make a move. Smart. 

After wandering a bit, I finally decided to face the music. I found him hunched over his desk in the main office room. Rain was dancing against the fluorescent lights from the street lamps down below. He hadn’t looked up at me the whole time that I walked up to him. He felt defeat and alone. He had lost everything. He was looking down at his desk, his hands laced together. He looked up slightly, more looking at my shirt than my face. 

“I...” His voice was soft and quiet, something unlike the loud, booming man I was used to, “I messed up.” 

“Yeah, you did.” It was silent for a moment, then he spoke again. 

“Who’s with you?” He asked, his eyes scanning the room. 

I narrowed my eyes at him, “No one.” 

“Then why do I hear another heart-” His eyes widened. He stared directly at my stomach. I thought I almost saw his ears perk up. 

“Are you...”

“I am. I’m having a baby. Emphasis on the ‘I’m’.” I really hadn’t wanted to do much talking, I really hadn’t planned on saying anything besides obscenities and screaming at him. He stood up from the desk and quickly came around, he reached his hand out towards my stomach but I smacked it away. 

“You have no right to touch me. Especially when I can still smell her stench on you.” I scrunched up my nose and sneered. 

“Look,” He licked his lips, “I can’t give you a good answer or an excuse-”

“Good, because I don’t want one.” I glared. 

He looked at me a moment then continued, “I don’t know why I did what I did. Something just came over me. Please tell me you believe me.” He put his hand on my shoulder. 

He really should have taken a lesson out of his own book. With amazing speed, I grabbed him by the throat and threw him across the room. When he landed, my features shifted and my eyes glowed red. He groaned, holding at his waist. That’s where he had been injured in the alpha fight, it had healed but it was still sore. 

“I don’t want your apologies.” I growled, walking towards him, “I want you to feel what I felt. The pain and the suffering. The violation...” I chuckled darkly, “You know that I felt her hands on you? Touching the most private parts of your body that only I was supposed to feel. Do you know how disgusting I felt afterwards? I felt used and dirty and it wasn’t even my body.” I stepped on his chest with my boot to keep him down on the ground. He still wasn’t looking at me. I snarled, grabbing him by his shirt and shoving him against the concrete pillar he landed on. 

“Look at me!” I roared, “You broke me into a million little pieces. You didn’t answer my calls.” I punched him. 

“You kept me hidden in the dark about Erica’s death.” I hit him again. 

“You wouldn’t let my family communicate with me and when they did they couldn’t even tell me everything that was going on. I was begging to hear from someone, anyone, I was all alone!” I threw him across the room. 

“You blocked my number two months ago.” I stalked over to him, ignoring the tears running down my face, “I couldn’t even hear your voice on your goddamn voicemail!” I got down on my knees and grabbed his chin so that his eyes met mine. 

“LOOK AT ME!” I screamed, “Look what you did to me! For months you’ve been using our bond for your own strength, strength that used used to heal and have sex with another woman!” My voice was starting to crack as all the things I had thought about were coming out, “See how much my heart broke when I felt how happy you were with someone other than me.” He was finally looking at me. The worst thing though was that his eyes were full of so much love for me, that special twinkle that Peter said only happened when he looked at me. I wasn’t angry anymore, I was devastated. 

“I came here to kill you.” I sniffled, my features shifting back to normal, “I wanted to tear your heart out. But I can’t... I can’t because I love you and I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I shouldn’t have hurt you, but I want to because of what you did.” As the anger fogged cleared, I realized that I was just as bad as he was. 

“You had every right to hurt me-”

“No, I didn’t. I shouldn’t have hurt you. I’m sorry.” I looked down at my hands, “I felt so out of control. I thought I was getting better at it.” 

“You were.” Derek sat up slowly, “It’s the baby. All of your emotions are going to be heightened. More than usual.” 

“It doesn’t matter.” I made my way towards the exit, not caring that he was calling after me, running to catch up to me. I just left him there. Even when I got home and he tried to get into my window, I just ignored his pleading. What I did wasn’t right, I shouldn’t have hit him or punched him. I was just so angry and that anger clouded my vision. 

Weren’t we a pair - one cheats and the other goes into a blind rage. Perfect. 

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New beginnings (Billy Hargrove x reader)

A/n: this is set after season 3. I do not agree with some of his actions in the previous seasons but they shouldn’t have killed him off (maybe they didn’t who knows)

He was save. You actually did it. Only a week ago you had gotten the codes through the phone, finding out Billy had not only survived but was now trapped in the upside down was a big surprise for all of you. You had told your friends Steve, Nancy and Robin as soon as you discovered the messages he’d been sending and with the help of Max, Dustin, Lucas and Mike you found a way to get him out of there. El and Will didn’t knew about these events since they moved, although Nancy told Jonathan about it. Now you sat in the back of Steve’s car next to Billy with Robin in the passenger seat, Nancy drove the Kids home before meeting you again at the cabin Hopper used to life in (wich was a whole different story but Murray tried his best to get his contacts to get Hopper back from Russia). The ride was almost silent nobody knowing what to say. You looked at Billy who stared out of the window in his thoughts, he seemed so small and lost. His eyes catched yours and you offered him a small smile, the ghost of a smile appeared on his lips too. As soon as you arrived at the cabin you brought him to Hoppers old room telling him to take a shower and change into some of Steve’s clothes. Nancy came back soon with some Pizza for you to eat, y’all decided to stay at the cabin together for a few days to figure things out. It was new seeing him so silently, almost shy. You only knew Billy from seeing him at school and then from what happened with him and the mind flayer. The evening went on almost as quiet only a little bit of chatting in the group since you wanted to let him talk to you about what he had encountered whenever he was ready. When it was time to sleep you laid down on the couch with Robin, Nancy slept on the retainer and Steve on Elevens old bed with the door open. Everybody seemed to fall asleep pretty fast but you couldn’t sleep. At some point you sat up and saw on your wrist watch that it was 2 pm, you let out a small huff before getting up to get a glass of water, as you passed the other bedroom you saw that light was shimmering under the door and you knocked softly before peaking your head in. Billy layed on the bed lifting his head and looking at you "Come in.“ he said and you did as he said, closing the door behind you. He shuffled making space for you on the bed. "Can’t sleep either?“ he asked and you nodded "Guess you neither?“ you asked before adding "Sorry of course you haven’t. Who would after... it all..“

"Haven’t had a good night of sleep in some time.“ he said quietly "It was like being trapped in an nightmare, it- I-" You saw tears glimmer in his eyes "Hey it’s okay.“ he looked at you and your heart broke, he looked absolutely lost and broken, you didn’t knew what happened but suddenly your arms went around him and pulled him close, his arms held you tight as he silently cried into the crook of your neck. With your left hand you softly played with his hair. After minutes he sat back up again "sorry.“ he mumbled and you reached to take his hand in yours "You don’t need to apologize.“ he shook his head "No sorry for everything you had to go through to help me and for being such an asshole back then.“ "Yeah you kinda were a dick but you saved us too remember? If you hadn’t sacrificed yourself in the mall last summer it would have been way worse.“ you said and gave his hand a squeeze "Thank you..“ he cleared his throat before asking "Was it you?“ You didn’t knew what he meant "Huh?“ "Was it you who got my messages?“ it clicked with you "Yes.“ "Thank you.“ he smiled at you again and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks "You don’t need to thank me Billy.“ you said "But I want to. I was a douche but I want to change and you could have just ignored the messages.“ you shook your head "And leave you in the upside down? No we all know that it’s an nightmare, no one deserves that." He smiled "Not even the ex keg king Hargrove?“ he asked and you chuckled "Not even him.�� You two just smiled at each other for a moment, hands still interwined. You ended up talking to him for another hour or so before you fell asleep on his bed. Billy looked over at your sleeping form, you looked peaceful wich calmed him down a lot. He felt safe with your hand in his, a feeling he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. He fell asleep shortly after you.

You woke up from the sun shining through the window. Opening your eyes you saw that you were curled into Billy, who rested next to you, legs entangled and his arms around you. And you couldn’t help but smile, he stirred in his sleep before his eyes fluttered open slowly. "Sorry.“ he said again beginning to release you but you stopped him with laying your hand on his upper arm. "No more apologies.“ you smiled at him. Someone knocked on the door and before Nancy‘s head appeared you

and Billy made some space between you. "Hey we made something to eat if you want to.“ she said and you nodded and got up after she left again "Ready?“ you asked and Billy nodded following after you. You all ate and you felt that Billy was more at ease today. "Soo the kids are coming over today again.. if that’s... alright?“ Steve asked, he was still a little unsure of the whole situation and how to act, a year ago Billy and him would fight everytime they saw each other and now they were eating eggs together. Billy looked up for a second before he nodded, he then looked at you before reaching out for your hand under the table "I- uhm thank you all. For what you did.“ it was quiet for a moment THE Billy Hargrove was saying thank you and it seemed honest. "Well we did more dangerous things.“ Robin said jokingly remembering her and Steve’s encounter with the Russians last summer.

The day went by, the kids came over and Billy and Max had some time alone to talk, they seemed closer, Billy was really trying to be better. You slept on the couch when you heard someone scream, sitting up you saw that Nancy was also awake. She pointed towards the door of Hppers room "I got it.“ you said and hurried towards the door. Inside it was dark, Billy was still asleep but he tossed and turned, letting out small whimpers. Your heart sank and you sat down at the edge of the bed "Hey, hey Billy. It’s okay.“ his eyes opened and he looked at you with panic in his eyes for a few seconds before he recognized you and memories of the last few days rushed back to his mind. He wrapped his arms around your middle and you put your chin on top of his head "I‘m here, you’re safe.“ you said softly while stroking his hair once again. You laid back down pulling him with you, you drew circles onto his shoulder while he slowly drifted back to sleep. After that night you slept in his room every night. The others catched on the way your behavior towards him had changed, always encouraging him or squeezing his hand assuringly. His demeanor also changed a lot, he lost most of his old ways (a little bit of the cockiness was still there, we’re talking about Billy Hargrove here) and his new weariness slowly faded in these days. Nancy soon had to return to college and Steve, Robin and you took turns working at home video with the two taking more shifts so you was mostly at the cabin with Billy, wich not only made you happy but also made Steve glad not to have to stay alone with his ex enemy. It was almost winter but you sat outside of the cabin with Billy a cup of tea in your hands and a blanket around your shoulders. The close proximity now something normal to you, but it still made your heart flutter none the less. "How long will we stay here?“ he asked, shrugging you answered him "I don’t know, we haven’t thought that far.“ a small chuckle left his lips "We wanted to get you here safe first and then figure something out.“ you laid your head on his shoulder "I can’t go back to my family“ he cleared his throat before mumbling "My dad would probably kill me. He thought I ran away, max said.“ "You don’t have to, we will find something.“ You told him "You will be fine, it’ll take some time probably but everything will be okay.“ you added, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders pulling you closer "I know I will. As long as you’re there with me.“ he said softly. You looked up at him, a smile on both of your faces, suddenly you were overly aware of how close your faces were. You could feel his breath on your face and you saw his eyes wandering to your lips before he came closer, his lips ghosted yours as he stopped and waited for your permission, you cupped his cheek and closed the gap. You inhaled sharply and your heart did Saltos in your chest. You broke away when you needed air but he rested his forehead on yours, still holding you close. You laid your hand on top of his and said "I will be there. Whatever is going to happen you will have me.“ and he smiled pecking your lips once more.

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Batman/Robin (DC) crossover Teen wolf fan fic rec

Change (can be a horrible thing) by orphan_account

Word count: 30817 Chapters 13/? Last updated 01/2017 Sterek (TW R@pe mentioned) (DC and Marvel crossover)

Tony stared at the woman in front of him, eyes hardened. Pepper didn't flinch, but he'd known her long enough to see straight through the calm facade. "How could you?" His voice sounded bitter, even to his own ears.

"I did it to protect-"

"Protect who?!" Tony roared in anger, "Me? The kid? Well, newsflash Pep, you fucking didn't." She winced and Tony felt his fists clench. "How could you not tell me I had a son

Or, the one in which Stiles is the son of a self proclaimed genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist who he wants nothing to do with, until he does.

The Other Robin by ItstheBookworm

Word count 158756 chapters 9/9 Sterek

Before Damian there was another Robin. When he was eight years old he lost his mother and moved to Gotham, only to loose his father too. Learning that Bruce Wayne was his uncle was a bit of a shocker. Eight years later he returned to his home town, Beacon Hills, with superhero training under his belt and a few superhero friends. Stiles Stilinski is back and not to be messed with.

Wolf in Bat’s Clothing by dreamalittledreamofmeee

Word count 11113 Chapters 15/? Last updated 12/2020 Damian Wayne/Stiles

Stiles, when out exploring the woods one night, trips over the passed out body of a young boy that looks strangely familiar.

What also looks familiar is the deep mark of a werewolf bite deep in his wrist.

And then it hits him. That’s Damian Wayne that’s passed out on the forest floor. Damian Wayne, who was on the news two weeks ago after he apparently was kidnapped. Damian Wayne, who was now staring at him with blood red eyes. Alpha eyes.

Well, SHIT.

Sins of Thy Father by AOS357

Word count 69632 Chapters 17/? Last updated 08/2020 No Pairing

After the massacre at the sheriff's station, Stiles and his dad move to Gotham for a fresh start. But when his father is accused of murder, Stiles must navigate Gotham's criminal underworld to clear his name. Unbeknownst to him, there are far more sinister forces at play, ready to bring everything crashing down.

Rise by neil4god

Word count: 17763 Chapters 13/13 Sterek Stiles/bane

Stiles might be a little geeky and seriously into comic books, but he's never really been a Batman kinda guy. He always thought he was kind of a douche, or maybe that was just how he was raised. After all, his mom hated the guy and he did kill his grandad. Of course it's not like he can tell anyone that, because seriously, who hates Batman?

Or the one where Stiles isn't really Stiles and his dad isn't really his dad.

Time I Went Home by Solivagant_Wander

Word count: 1212 Chapter 1/1 No pairing

Stiles knew the gig was up when he saw the green hair menace of Gotham standing in the middle of the loft. The Crown Prince of Crime had the biggest grin Stiles had seen in years as he petted the head of a hyena; Stiles own hyena that he got for his tenth birthday. Stiles knew that grin. He saw the man who was his father and knew his secrets were going to come out. Perhaps it was time to go home.

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Ok but THR QUEEN’S GAMBIT WAS SO AMAZING!!! I loved all the characters!!! They did a really good job at making them all seem complex and interesting, and the audience’s perspective of certain people changes fluidly just like they do in real life which is something I find is often missing from shows. Harry seems like a dick at first, and then he’s awkward and doting, Benny seems high and mighty and self obsessed, and he remains self obsessed but is actually caring and charming, the twins are great!! I could talk abt so much more tbh but asks are only so small :(

Omg. Yes to all this. Send as many asks as you like, and my DMs are also open!

One of my favorite lines in the show is “No woman can compete with Benny’s love for himself.” He kind of sheds some of his grand persona toward the end where we see him in more regular clothing and his hair is loose, and his focus becomes helping Beth rather than just himself. I think at first he’s definitely selfish about it — he probably saw her as an extension of himself, but I appreciate that he dropped his grudge in the end and decided to help. I’m sure it would’ve been lonely for Beth to be in Moscow all alone.

Harry, for all the pomp and aloof asshole-ry he shows in the beginning, is such an insecure and awkward bean! I adored him because you slowly see him get comfortable with himself and his own weaknesses. He becomes caring and sees what Beth is too blind to see about herself. I love him so much. I think he kinda fell in love with her the moment she came back from the bathroom looking very much like she knew she was going to beat his ass. Can’t get over his facial expression in that.

And yes to all the characters being so fleshed out! I almost felt like there was no “minor character.” Even the super douche-y adoptive dad had a personality that’s more interesting than just...douchey.

AND THE TWINS. They come off kinda snooty at first but then you grow to love them; I loved their reoccurring appearances. They reminded me of Fred and George. I just found great comfort in the large ensemble. 

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It’s Harder Than It Looks

Part 1

Content Warning: Cussing, Mean words(Dan is an asshole), Angst, Violence. FLUFF!!

a/n: this is my first kinda soft ending!! I hope you enjoy :)))

Word Count: 1.9k

To say that yesterday was a shit show was playing it simple. After storming off the crime scene in tears, you happened to receive a call from your captain hours later. Managing to convince the captain to keep you away from suspension, he decided that you were going to be assigned a case with Dan Espinoza. It wasn't going to be unbearable, considering you didn't have to be near Lucifer any longer. He was most likely going to try and get along with Chloe, they didn't talk much since Lucifer switched to be your partner after his and Chloe's first case. After finishing up your makeup, you let out a soft sigh, running your hands through your messy hair. "This will be fine," you murmured softly, grabbing the rest of your things and walking out the door.

"Dan! My new partner!" you cheered, hopping happily down the stairs of the precinct, more than grateful to be away from Lucifer, even if it is just for a moment. "Hey, Y/N." Dan glanced up from his paperwork, swivelling his chair to face you. He looked you up and down, nodding to himself "sticking with the new aesthetic?" Dan murmured, leaning back into his chair. You let out a quiet laugh, taking a seat on top of his desk. "Well, it's not like it's some sort of revenge look, I've changed, for good," you explain to your new partner as he shifts closer to you. He places a hand on top of your thigh, waiting a couple to see your next movements. A feeling of surprise slipped through you before you decided to welcome it, it's never too early to get back into the dating game. 'How many girls have lucifer been with since you broke up?' your internal conscience purred as you placed a gentle hand on top of Dan's squeezing it softly. "It's good that you changed, Lucifer made you weak. He was a distraction, you're a great detective without him." Dan murmured, looking you in the eyes as a soft blush crossed your features. Maybe this was good?

Lucifer entered the precinct, holding a bouquet of His Detective's favourite rose shaped chocolates, deeply invested in the thought of getting his girl back. Sauntering down the stairs, a brilliant speech prepared, Lucifer locked eyes with Detective Douche. Dan smirked, reaching up and cupping your face, gently guiding his thumb across your features. Lucifer could feel anger begin to boil within him as he handed the chocolates off to a nearby cop. "Say, Y/N, how about I treat you to a date later on tonight?" Daniel looked into your eyes, as you let out a quiet giggle "I'd love to, Daniel," you smiled at him as Lucifer listened nearby, expecting you to turn him down. "Come by my place at around 8 with some take out, we could watch some Netflix and hang out!" you cheered, a temporarily happy feeling flooding your chest, not realizing this plan of Daniel's wasn't to make you happy. It was to get back at Lucifer, to teach him that the Devil isn't the only one with tricks up his sleeve.

"Netflix was our thing..." Lucifer murmured to himself, watching as you continued to flirt and get touchy with Daniel. This was all a show, there was no bloody way you could become lovers with his archnemesis! Especially after the number of cruel things Daniel has done to you himself! Stealing cases, talking bad about you to other coworkers, Daniel was the one that spread the rumour that you "Have two cats because you could never maintain a stable enough relationship" which was very untrue. He watched the two of you walking away, jumping in surprise as a hand was placed on his shoulder. "I'm losing her, Decker" Lucifer murmured, looking over at his previous partner. "You have to try and get her back, Lucifer. She's obviously the one you love," Chloe shook her head, taking a sip from her coffee as Lucifer nodded to himself. "I know exactly how I'm going to do that," he smirked to himself as Chloe began to shake her head. "No, no, no. Whatever you have planned right now, Lucifer, that's a bad idea. Especially if you're thinking on crashing their date." Chloe inhaled the scent of coffee, showing Lucifer a side look which he clearly didn't pick up on. "You're a genius, Decker! I didn't even consider that! I'm going to crash their date!" He cried, hopping down to the bottom of the stairs. He began to sprint off to who knows where as Chloe rolled her eyes. "Dan is about to get his ass kicked," she grinned to herself, letting out a quiet laugh as she knowingly pushed Lucifer in the right direction.

You decided to get yourself comfortable in something you used to wear before your breakup with Lucifer. Figuring that Dan wouldn't mind if you made yourself comfortable, you slipped on one of your old sweaters alongside a pair of black jeans. 'UCLA' was sprawled across the custom acid-washed sweater, you prepped a small bowl of popcorn. After knowing Dan for years, you always figured there was a soft side to him. A loud knock on the door echoed through the house as you called out "I'm coming!" to your new guest. You looked yourself the mirror, a natural face looked back. You were once back in your own, comfortable state, deciding to trust Dan with this new and fragile place. Opening the door, you tilted your head and smiled at the detective. His eyes went wide as he looked at you, not expecting to see.. well... you. "Heyyy... Y/N! What- What is this?" Dan cocked an eyebrow, letting himself into your house. "Well, I figured we could kinda sit back and relax? I mean, we were working our asses off all day with that case," you explained, your shoulders slouching as he looked back at you. "Oh."

Silence filled the room as he looked at you, his mouth twinging a bit "Y'know if you're going to date me, wearing makeup is pretty much a must." He spoke up, putting the take-out on the counter. Your eyes widened in surprise as he said that, especially since it came from someone like Dan. "What?" you breathed out in confusion, as he began to take his food out. "Yeah, well, it's not like you're jaw-droppingly gorgeous without your makeup on. Hell, that's why most of our coworkers thought you were stuck up, y'know, the lack of makeup and all." at this point, you could feel the anger building up in your chest. Lucifer would never treat you this way, he wouldn't even comment on the idea of you wearing makeup. "Oh, and don't even get me started on the clothes. If that leather jacket is the only sexy thing that you've got, then it's time to go shopping." at this point, you were ready to knock Daniel the fuck out. You approached him, walking around him to grab your own food. "You could do with some changes too, Daniel," you grabbed your food, feeling your knuckles turning white from rage. Opening the lid, you turned and smashed him across the face with the steaming hot food he bought you.

A quiet whistle was silenced by the crash of the plastic container hitting Dan's face, Lucifer stayed hidden in the background, watching the exchange happen between you and Dan. "What the fuck!" Dan shouted, pushing you back and into the counter. Unfortunately for you, you tripped over your footing, crashing into a nearby countertop and hitting your temple. You supported yourself, getting ready to defend your weakened state as Dan raised his fist in the air. Watching as he began to swing at you, you closed your eyes, protecting your already wounded head. Until the impact never came, squinting an eye open, Lucifer stood in front of you, clenching Dan's fist in his hand. He began to squeeze, his eyes slowly fading into their killer red. You raised your hand, gently taking his free hand into your own, "Luce, let him go..." you murmured softly and he did just as you asked. Dan immediately fleeing as he let go, Lucifer turned his attention completely towards you.

"Is everything okay, darling? Does your head hurt? I swear to Dad, I will punish him." Lucifer's eyes flickered red as he cupped your face, looking at the blood that was dribbling down the side of your head. "I kept on telling you to get table corner guards, you're clumsy enough as it is." He wiped away the blood, his concern taking over any other emotion he had before. He opened a nearby cabinet, having memorized where you keep your first aid kit. There had been far too many injuries surrounding you for him to not know. He began to tend to your wound, a quiet hiss escaping your lips as he cleaned it out "I'm sorry, Lucifer." your voice broke the silence as you looked him in the eyes. He shared a confused look with you, tilting his head as he looked at you. "What do you possibly have to be sorry for? I'm the reason you went out with detective douche in the first place," he placed a small bandaid on the side of your head. He cupped your face, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, "You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N" He looked you in the eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I... I love you, Y/N," he confessed, shaking his head as he let out a quiet laugh. Your eyes widened in shock, this was the first time he confessed to something like this. He was even the one to say it first! "I love you too, Lucifer." You couldn't resist the urge anymore as you smashed your lips on top of Lucifer's.

He quickly reciprocated, his hands shifting to your waist as he lifted you into the air, holding you as close as possible to him. He sat you down on the counter as you ran your hands through his hair, your eyes fluttering shut as he kissed you. The longing, the need for one another gifted a passionate drive between yourselves. Your movements were synchronized, your connection growing stronger as he showed you his love. His hands roamed freely across your body as you gently played with his hair, making him aware that you weren't ready to do it. So he enjoyed the moment as it lasted, taking in every second as if it was his last. A small feeling voice inside him told him to enjoy it, that you would no longer want to be with him. But that wasn't true as you curled the small section behind his head around your finger, something you always did to make him feel safe in your presence.

He knew it was time to pull away since he memorized that this was when you needed to start breathing. "I missed you," you murmured, collapsing your head onto his shoulder as he held you close to him. "I'm sorry for hurting you, Y/N, please don't feel like you have to change for me," he gently kissed the side of your head, picking you up and into his arms. "Changing is a lot harder than it looks," you chuckle out quietly as he brought you over to the couch. He sat down, keeping you close in his arms as you guided him to lay down. "Let's stay here for a while, Luci." You murmured quietly, resting your head onto his chest. "Trust me, I am not going anywhere." He murmured, looking down at you with a small smile on his features. He got His girl back.

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Grey's Anatomy season 17 episode 4

(Get these characters some Ragu sauce because they've been through enough.)

This episode has been the best for the season so far, I loved it.

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Jackson and Jo

(Never thought I'd have to put them in a title together.)

Jackson and Jo I was intrigued at first when they were being just friends but then they swapped it and slept together. At this point I'm not sure if I like the pairing it's kinda odd borderline cringe, but maybe it'll change. It might be because it came on so suddenly and different. They've pledged to be a friends with benefits thing which is for the best, because Jackson really does go through clothes like he does clothes, but we all know how that is going to end up, someone is going to catch feelings and I don't think it's going to be Jo.

Honestly I'm not sure what they're doing with Jackson. He hasn't had a plot in a really long time it seems like they're just using him as a general filler to put the ladies in relationships, and where did my baby Harriet go she carried the show for the few seconds she was in it last time.

Other than their new arrangement neither Jackson nor Jo have any pressing plots at the moment.

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Link and Amelia

(Currently carrying the Grey's relationship game.)

Before we get into it can I just express how adorable it was seeing Amelia gardening and mothering. She's really doing a great job.

And Link and his one man band serenading his son is adorable as well. He's an awesome father as everyone knew he would have been.

The pandemic and the possibility of Meredith dying is getting to them, as it would for anyone in their positions. I loved that he sat with Amelia and allowed her to feel all her feelings. Link has been the only partner Amelia has had who actually listened to her instead of talking over her concerns and dismissing them and in return she sat with him and allowed him to process his grief in the way he preferred to. Their levels of communication is on point right now and I am excited to see where it goes. Then there's also the scene where she's afraid for Meredith, her and Meredith had a rocky start and even now they don't have the best relationship but still it's great to see the moments where they let us know that they do care about each other.

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Nico and Levi

(At this point I'm sad to put these two names together up here.)

I shipped those two so strong at the beginning but now I just want Levi to stand up for himself and leave Nico hanging, give him some time to let him realise what a good thing he is messing up. I'm still seething at his hypocrisy calling Levi a baby gay and lowkey pressuring Levi to come out to and move out of his mother's basement only for him to find out that Nico hasn't come out to his parents either and worst of all basically left him homeless by putting him out.

I was sad to see that Levi was falling down the same rabbit hole again. Levi hunny you deserve better. At the beginning of the episode when they had that awkward hi moment I was like oh no here we go again. Jo's reaction to finding out about them was perfect their friendship really has grown on me. It was a little odd at first but I approve of them as each other's persons, and for Jo to let him know he's worth more until Nico gets his crap together.

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Owen

Oh Owen, no just no, he miss diagnosed a patient because he didn't look at the whole picture and just saw a piece, however he took the time to educate himself so I'm feeling a little better, I was expecting him to get mad or offended but he wasn't he took it in stride usually some of the doctors would tend to get snippy at the resident's when they pointed out that they made a mistake but he didn't. This is a common mistake made where doctors don't take into concept ethnicity when they're diagnosing patients and I'm glad they touched on this topic.

Owen has no other current plots at this point to touch on, at least until him and Teddy talk again.

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Richard Webber

Meredith better be alright and come out unscathed, because if she does that will destroy Webber. He was so stressed all episode trying to make the decision of whether to put Meredith in the trial or not and I could only imagine the panic that went through him when he heard her mention George. Finally he made the decision to put her in the trial. Her reason for putting her as her POA was because Richard tends to be calm in most situations but she underestimated how important she is to everyone in the hospital they were all literally only interested in her during the briefing, and seeing him in her room all the time was adorable she was alone yet not alone at the same time because he was always in the room watching over her. He is the father that Meredith never had.

__________________________________________Bailey

(Her plot is apparently coming next week)

She really didn't do much other than educate Owen, worry over Meredith and express her concern about her parent's recent move to an assisted living facility.

Seeing her and George together again warmed my heart and seeing her on the beach with Meredith was a surprise as well especially because the few conversations they had in season 16 were the most I'd seen them talk about things that didn't involve work, but they've been together from the beginning along with Richard and been with her through it all, they're all a family and even though her and Meredith have their ups and down they have a similar relationship to Amelia and Meredith they fight sometimes but when push comes to shove they are there for each other.

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Teddy

(A moment of silence for season 5 through 7 Teddy. May she rest in peace.)

Her plot wasn't so much as about her as it was about Meredith but I understand her concern about Meredith dying under her watch. The whole hospital was basically looking over her shoulder with pitchforks for incase she screwed up. It's a lot of pressure when Meredith Grey is your patient, and after the whole her being heard cheating on Owen with Tom by the whole OR the eyes were probably sharper than ever.

But then onto the worst part, her going to visit Tom. Now I know he said he was going to move on for his own sake, but out of all the times they broke up or separated he has never actually ignored her he would have answered even if it was to say go away and even so he has Covid and wasn't answering the door, why didn't she try to open the door or call 911 that's concerning. She could have even threatened to call the ambulance first just to make sure he wasn't really ignoring her. That would have gotten a response from him for sure. But I just can't fathom how she just left after getting no answer from him.

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Maggie

(Get it hun.)

Her and Winston are so cute and they haven't even met in person yet. Seeing the way how they handled the whole dinner with his father was a nice moment. The dinner was super awkward and he managed to make me hate his dad in one scene. This one seems to be the real deal for Maggie she isn't freaking out at the pace like she usually does and took the invitation to family dinner quite well. I'm glad to see she's no longer a cheerleader but now has a life of her own and probably soon maybe even a plot.

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Tom Koracick

(Take Owen instead.)

NOOOOOO not Tom, we haven't gotten to see his character development yet. And why has he been through as much as someone who has been on the show since season 6 give the dude a break man. The whole time I knew he was going to get worst being asymptomatic doesn't necessarily mean that you won't get them later plus the fact that they sent him home alone was enough to know that something was going to go bad.

First thing first the rest of the doctors are sickening the way they treat him, can he come on strong and be a douche yes but I remember Bailey telling George at one point when he was making fun of Karev that they still had to be on his side even if they didn't like him. They are not on Koracick's side they just sent him home to rot and now it may very well cost him his life. I know Meredith is the sun but they could have at least kept Tom in the hospital to just to monitor him or if that wasn't able to happen they could have kept better tabs on him to make sure he was ok.

Am I the only one who's seeing Helm as his intern later in the future? They clearly have the same taste in video games and they would get along better when he becomes more open to people. Plus idk Helm just reminds me of someone in Nuero or even cardio, she has that tough attitude and strong drive like Cristina and Stephanie etc.

I don't think he's going to die though or at least I hope he's not going to die. Bailey's mother is there for a reason I more see her as the one to die.

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Meredith

Last but certainly not least is Meredith am I the only one who suspected that George was next Ellen Pompeo and T.R Knight have a good relationship off set. If anyone was coming back it was going to be George. I can't see Eric Dane coming back. Chyler is filming Supergirl in Vancouver I think and the others are still alive which makes it more unlikely for them to show up on the beach unless if they heard about Meredith being sick and came back to help or something.

Either way I was ecstatic when I saw George, as I said at some point before he was one of those characters that I didn't like before but the more I watched the show the more I appreciated him until he became one of my favorite characters on the show. He's every bit as 'Georgelike' as I remember him. The only thing was I was a little peeved at the fact that she got to be close to George and talk about her kids with him and not Derek but as I realised later apparently Derek is death and when she reaches him it means she choose to live. Which I'm ok with I guess it was good just seeing them again, and it was even better when we got to see the 4 OG's sitting together again even if it was just in a dream.

She has to pick her kids, they need her and so does GreySloan, she needs to live.

I'm hoping she recovers soon, as much as I would like to see even more visitors at the beach. Has Meredith not been through enough? Although this is as peaceful as I've seen her to be completely honest.

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Next week is looking extremely dramatic already.

Meredith seems to be getting better although who knows how long that will last.

Koracick is worst like I said before I don't think he will actually die but something extremely dramatic is going to happen besides him being near death it might be another peice to the Teddy, Owen and Tom love triangle seeing that they're both working on him.

And the last part I saw was Bailey's mom I knew her talking about her parents all of the sudden meant that something was going to happen to one or both of them. Unfortunately I think she might be the one to die Grey's has a habit of bringing in secondary characters when too many primary characters are at risk. Plus it'll give Bailey her plot which I'm lowkey ok with because Chandra Wilson's Emotional scenes are always on point.

[thegreatestofheck]

Storm and Fire ✘Rafe Cameron✘

The masterlist for the rest of the series is here! Ocean and Alcohol

gif not mine! all credit to toesure!

word count - 4.0k warnings - swearing. pining to the MAX, underage drinking and mentions of drugs synopsis - Rafe Cameron didn’t realize he loved her until it was far too late. She was a ball of anger and rage, secluded, closed off. And Rafe wanted nothing more than to call her his. But then she meets someone else and Rafe feels his world falling apart.  tagging -  @bitterbethany  @lovelymaybankk  @ilymarkchan  @downbytheouterbanks  @clearcolourlessglass  @obxwriterfan  @tangledinsparkles @chill-sushi @summerintheobx @kiarasgold @lovelyfreshfestival @lolitstiana @divcrdown @certainstatesmantoadartisan @hannahrisacher @drew-starkeys @jiaraendgame @beyondtheselegsonlythoughts @parkerpetertingle @lukesvinyll @thegeekyblondegirlwholovesstars @simonsbluee @diverrdown​  a/n - So, this is an “Ocean and Alcohol” short from Rafe’s perspective. I thought of this late last night and I just really wanted to write it, so, we’ll see how it goes. I tagged everyone who was a part of the Ocean and Alcohol series because it’s technically a part of it. So, hopefully you enjoy! Also, I just realized that Elma is super similar to Elmo and now I can’t stop laughing. Anyway, Stay safe, healthy, and groovy!!

***

Rafe was nine years old when he first met Elma. His dad and Gerald, Elma’s father, started to work together as close partners. That mean Elma, at seven years old, and her baby brother, were over at the Ward residence often. She spent most of her time taking care of Bradford and the rest of her time playing with Sarah. She barely even looked at Rafe. 

Until he made her. He wasn’t 100% sure why he did it, but he started picking fun at her, just to get her attention. It didn’t bother her, almost as if she had heard it all before. It made Sarah angrier than it did Elma. 

It took time, but he slowly learned what things made her more agitated than others. Calling her by her first name was one. Messing around with Bradford was another. If he could poke at the little things for long enough, she would explode. And then her attention was nowhere else but on him. 

The first time she hit him, he wasn’t prepared for her to be so strong. He hit her right back, despite the pain in his face from her fist. They swung at each other, pulling each other to the ground before either of their parents could get them off. 

The two of them learned rather quickly that punching each other meant getting pulled apart and separated and Rafe couldn’t have that. Instead of punching, they started “play” fighting. Rolling around in the grass or trying to drown each other in the pool or shoving each other back and forth, it didn’t matter as long as no one actually swung. Both sets of parents would laugh and watch them, thinking it was all fun and games. 

Elma really wanted to kill him. Rafe just wanted to be the center of her attention. 

The years past. Elma got more and more angry, making it easier for him to get on her bad side. Asking her about strange bruises or her broken nose or the cut on Bradford’s eyebrow was always a sure way to get her fired up. 

And then her mom left. The weeks following up to her departure, Elma was untouchable. If Rafe even looked at her, she flinched. So, he left her alone. But news went around quickly that her mom had up and left in the middle of the night. No one knew why and no one asked. 

Elma changed after that. It was like she grew up over night. She got a job, dropped out of the academy, barely ever left her house. She was ten times more protective of her brother, who had taken the name Kid. It was also ten times harder to make her angry. 

Rafe didn’t see her for almost an entire year. The first time he saw her was at a party. She was dancing with his sister, downing a cup of something or another. Rafe’s heart spiked at the sight of her. She moved to the beat of the music, her hips swaying like trees in the wind. 

Heart pounding in his chest, Rafe walked over to the dance floor. But when Elma opened her eyes and saw him, the only look she gave her was one of disgust. He was taken aback by the contempt in her eyes. Before he could stop himself, he was saying something horrible to her. He didn’t even hear what he said, but he watched her storm away and saw the irritated look on Sarah’s face. 

“Why are you such a douche?” Sarah asked, pushing past him. Rafe pursed his lips, his hand tightening around his red solo cup. 

“Dude, that was kinda harsh,” Kelce agreed from the side. 

“Shut up,” Rafe growled, turning and walking away. 

He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t just walk up to Elma and tell her that she was beautiful or that he admired the fire that was in her eyes. All he could get to come out of his mouth was his own hatred. At this point, he had spent the last eight years calling her names, picking fights, pushing her around. There was no way he was going to be able to move on from it, no way he could repair the damage he had done. Still, she never even looked at him if he wasn’t insulting her. 

He saw her at almost every party. Drinking, dancing, smoking. His brain didn’t register the bruises on her thighs or the redness of her cheeks because he had never seen her without it. It was just part of her. She came with bruises and marks and cuts. That was just Elma.

Almost every party ended with her hitting him or storming away with tears in her eyes. In her year of disappearance, she had gotten stronger. Her punches weren’t that of a child anymore. 

Two years passed in the same way. Rafe got hooked on drugs. They distracted him from the constant fear of the future, from his insecurities, from the words that his father had drilled into his head, from the pain of losing his mom, from the dull ache that Elma’s absence left him. But it made him angrier and it made it much easier for him to say things he didn’t really mean. 

And then, of course, there were the boys. They practically fell at her feet. Her mysterious yet powerful aura was a magnet to them all. She could have any one she wanted. There were nights when Rafe had to watch as she pulled someone deep into the woods, left to his imagination what had happened between them. On the occasion that she stuck around with whatever boy she chose, Rafe couldn’t help but stare. 

The rage in his stomach that his jealousy created made him sick. But he couldn’t tear his gaze away. The way she leaned into whoever it was, her lips moving perfectly in sync with his. His hands were on her waist, pulling her in closer and she complied. The smile on her face when the boy’s lips moved from hers to graze across her neck was almost enough to make Rafe walk over and beat the boy into the sand so he could take his place. 

He wanted to taste her lips, her skin. He wanted it to be his hands on her waist, her hands in his hair. He would kiss her until she couldn’t breathe, pulling her closer, deeper, until she was completely his. 

But he never got the chance. 

One warm spring evening, he rolled up to a party with his two best friends. They usually kept him in check, especially when it came to her, but tonight was different. Ward Cameron had really drilled into him about responsibilities, consequences, money, family, a job. Rafe didn’t want any of that and thinking about it all made him want to vomit. 

Instead, he snorted a line and went to a party. 

He saw her as soon as he and his friends pulled up. Elma was already dancing with his sister, her eyes closed, her body moving to the beat of the music. And he was captivated. The way she could just ignore the world and be there, dancing, without a single fuck to give made her the most beautiful person in the world to him. But it also made him undeniably angry that he wasn’t dancing beside her. 

“Hey Elma!” He called out to her before he could hold his tongue. “Did you learn to dance like that from your mommy?”

Ice ran through him when he realized what he said. Her eyes snapped open and Rafe knew that he had taken it one step too far. She hopped down from tree trunk she had been dancing on and made her way toward him. His heart stopped in his chest at the sight of the fire in her eyes. Part of him wondered if she was going to punch him in the face right there. A part of him wanted her to. 

But she just stormed right past him. 

“Don’t fucking call me that,” she seethed as she passed. He could feel the heat of her anger. It was the closest he was going to get to feeling the heat of her affection, he knew that. And he relished in it. 

That feeling faded when he saw who else was watching her leave. 

Rafe had always hated JJ Maybank. He was everything that Rafe disliked about pogues. Cocky, arrogant, free to do whatever they pleased. No responsibilities, no one breathing down their necks. And JJ was the worst of them. 

Seeing JJ watch Elma leave, a smile pulling at his lips, made Rafe hate him even more. 

JJ turned to his friend, the one who worked on Rafe’s dad’s boat, and whispered something. Rafe’s blood boiled. Given the opportunity, Rafe had no doubt that Elma would fall right into JJ’s arms if she let herself. He couldn’t let that happen. 

JJ crossed the sand, making his way toward the fallen trunk where Elma had been dancing. He picked up Elma’s shoes and her purse, John B right behind him. Chest heaving, Rafe’s eyes followed the two boys as they snuck off in the same direction Elma had gone. 

“Dude,” Topper put a hand on Rafe’s shoulder. “Are you good?” 

Rafe didn’t look at his friend but downed the rest of the drink in his cup instead. He barely tasted it as it ran down his throat. There was one thing on his mind and one thing only; make sure, at whatever cost, that JJ Maybank would never touch Elma. 

“Wanna go beat up some Pogues?” He asked, turning toward his two friends. Topper and Kelce scowled at each other. “Come on.”

Even if they weren’t completely on board, neither stayed behind when he hurried off after JJ and John B. He caught up to the quickly. 

“Hey!” He shouted, just before placing a hand on JJ’s shoulder and swinging a fist into his jaw. 

“What the fuck, man?” John B shouted and ran forward to help his friend, but not before Kelce and Topper grabbed hold of him and held him back. JJ barely had time to defend himself before Rafe started to beat him into the sand. 

“You stay away from her, you hear?” Rafe seethed, holding the other boy’s shirt in his clenched fist. Rafe lifted his fist to hit JJ again, but before he could, someone tackled him to the ground. What he had just been doing to JJ was now being done to him. A flurry of fists pounded against his face. It wasn’t until his attacker started speaking that he figured out who it was. 

“I learned this from my daddy!” Elma shouted, a punch with each word. Pain splintered across his skin, but it was better than the hollow feeling in his chest he got when she wasn’t around. She was a storm; wild, furious, unrelenting. 

“Look out!” JJ yelled, still trying to push himself out of the sand. Topper grabbed Elma by the waist and threw her off of Rafe and into the sand. Rafe’s head spun, blood dripping from his nose. Topper stood over Elma, kicking her stomach. Rafe wanted to stand up and stop him, but he could barely see through his blurry vision. 

“Lay off her, man!” John B called as Kelce let him go to help Rafe off the ground. He moved to help Elma, but not before JJ yanked Topper away and threw him to the ground. Kelce pulled Rafe to his feet, watching as JJ gave Topper the beating that he wanted to. Elma was on the ground, gasping for breath, her arms wrapped around her stomach. 

John B helped Elma to her feet. Rafe swallowed a thick lump in his throat as she stood beside the pogue. This was the very last thing that Rafe ever wanted. Not only was she standing against him, she was standing with his sworn enemy. She was standing beside everything he hated. 

“JJ, that’s enough,” John B said. JJ finally stopped hitting Topper, looking up. Rafe barely even felt bad for his friend. 

“Let him go, man,” Elma said, her voice wheezing ever so slightly. A hand still rested on her side where Topper had been kicking her. 

But Rafe didn’t care. Not right now. His vision was red and not just from his blood. She had betrayed him, betrayed her own kind. Sure, she had gotten in her fair share of fights with the Kooks, but never had she fought for a pogue before. And from the look in her eyes, she didn’t even care. 

“This isn’t over,” Rafe ground out, spitting a glob of blood into the sand as Topper stood and joined him and Kelce. Elma sneered, crossing her arms. 

“Go cry to Mommy.” A visceral desire to tear her throat out bubbled inside of Rafe at her words. “Oh, wait-”

Rafe lunged, but Kelce and Topper held him back. She didn’t even flinch. 

“She’s not worth it, man,” Kelce told Rafe, pushing him back. Rafe knew he was wrong. She was worth it. She was worth everything. The coldness of her gaze turned Rafe’s stomach to stone. He let his friends lead him away.

Rafe spent the next week hating her. Hating her for not caring. Hating her for standing beside JJ and John B when she should be standing next to him. Hating her for letting him get under her skin. He hated her so much, he tried to get her in trouble at a dinner party at her house. Like always, she managed to turn it back onto him. He got the lecture, not her. For once in her life, why couldn’t she just take the blame? Why did he always get the smack down from his parents? She lived her perfect little life with her loving dad and her great relationship with her brother and he had parents who expected more from him than he could provide. 

He assumed she would be at the party at his house on Friday. She had never missed a party in the last two years. Rafe had no idea how she managed to convince her dad to let her go, but she did. Rafe wondered if he wanted to even see her. He still hated her, especially after the party on the beach. But maybe he could apologize and ask for her forgiveness. 

Rafe almost scoffed to himself. 

By the time the party started, he was already high off his ass and ready to get drunk. He watched the door, waiting for Elma to walk inside. When she did, Rafe could tell she felt uncomfortable. She was twisting her fingers, rolling her lip between her teeth. She took the first drink offered to her, downing it in seconds. 

God, it was hot when she did that. 

Rafe watched her walk over to Sarah, taking another drink from someone else. She talked with Sarah and her friends, laughing, chatting, dancing. For two hours, Rafe held his cup and just watched her. Kelce was trying to talk to him about something, but Rafe didn’t hear him. 

And then the pogues attacked. Well, not attacked, but they definitely crashed the party. They brought more booze, which was always welcome. As long as they didn’t start anything, the already plastered kooks didn’t care. Rafe tried to ignore JJ as he burst into his house with a keg in his hand. But what he couldn’t ignore was the way Elma booked it out the back door at the sight of him. 

Rafe knew instantly that something had happened between them, something more than just banding together in a fight. Elma had never run away from anything ever, so if she was scampering away in the way she did, whatever had happened wasn’t good. 

Rafe followed her out onto his back porch. She was staring up at the moon, leaning against the railing as she sipped on something in a cup. Rafe couldn’t help as his eyes grazed over her body, his breath hitching in his throat. She was beautiful, shining in the light of the moon and the stars. He wanted to put his hands on her hips, take her somewhere no one could see them, kiss her until he was swallowed whole by the fire that raged within her. 

He opened his mouth instead. 

“What are you doing here, Elma?” He asked. He had maybe intended it to be a nice question, almost like a “funny seeing you here”, but his tone was harsh, cold. He listened to her sigh and watched her hang her head. 

“I’m enjoying the party, Rafe.” She wouldn’t even look at him. 

“I don’t want you in my house.” He didn’t know why he said it. He did want her in his house. More than that, he wanted her in his room, in his bed. He wanted her completely. 

“First of all, this isn’t your house. Second, your sister invited me here. And lastly, as you can see-” She motioned up to the sky. “I am clearly not inside.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Standing so close to her but not touching her...he couldn’t do it. 

He reached out and grabbed her wrist before he knew fully what he was doing, spinning her around to face him. She was glaring up at him and there was that storm again. Her lips were right there, forming hateful words, but he didn’t care. He just wanted her. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

“Get out.” The words came from him like vomit. He didn’t mean them. He didn’t want her to go. Even just holding her wrist, he could feel the heat and the fire that he desired, the electricity that crackled between his hand and her wrist. 

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“What are you gonna do, hit me again?”

“Yeah,” she seethed, eyes narrowing even further. “I might.” 

Her hands curled into fists and Rafe knew that she just might do exactly that, but before she could, someone else stepped out on to the porch. 

“Let her go, Rafe.” There he was again. JJ, that pest. Always weaseling his way into other people’s business. But he wasn’t going to stop Rafe, not when Elma was so close, closer than she had ever been. He could feel her breath against his skin and it lit a fire beneath him. 

He didn’t take his gaze away from her, even when she rolled her eyes at JJ and downed the rest of her drink. 

“This is none of your business, pogue,” Rafe said finally when it was clear that JJ wasn’t going to walk away. He took a step forward.

There was something in Elma’s eyes, something like anger, a need for revenge.

“Rafe-”

She turned toward JJ finally, tilting her head to the side as a hint of a wicked smile pulled at her lips. 

“Hey, Maybank,” she said. Rafe hated even hearing that other boy’s name leave her lips. “Shut up and learn to read a room, maybe.” 

Before giving either of them time to react, Elma put a hand around Rafe’s neck and pulled him down toward her. 

With her lips on his, Rafe felt like he was on fire. His stomach dropped, heart jumping into his throat. It was everything like he always dreamed, better. His shock passed and he found himself kissing her back. 

Heat spread through every inch of his body. He let go of her wrist, putting both of his hands on her waist to pull her in closer, tighter. He leaned into her as far as she would let him. Her lips were soft, but she was angry, hungry for something that wasn’t him. He knew that she didn’t want him, that the person she wanted to be kissing had just walked away. But Rafe didn’t care. He would soak up as much of her downpour as he could, feeling his heart thunder in his chest. 

When she pulled away, the fire died and Rafe felt suddenly cold. His eyes still shut, he begged the warmth to linger, but it didn’t. He knew that she said something to him before she walked away, but he didn’t hear it. As she left him standing there, soaked head to toe in her wake, Rafe held on to what little amount of comfort she left him with. But that faded too and the hollow feeling returned. 

He cursed to himself, pounding a fist against the railing. He stayed there, head hanging, feeling the chill in his bones return. Everything swirled around him until he heard nothing, saw nothing. With his eyes shut, Rafe could still feel the ghost of Elma’s lips against his, an ache in his chest. 

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, shutting the world out, but when he opened his eyes, bile rose in his throat. 

Elma stood out on his lawn, a good distance from the house. There was someone out there with her, a boy. Rafe’s first instinct was to run over, make sure she was okay. But then he realized who it was. 

“Maybank,” he growled to himself, his hands curling into fists. Elma had kissed him to get back at JJ for something he had done. That’s all it was. Revenge. He was just her revenge. 

She had hers. And now he was going to get his. 

Pulling out his phone, Rafe turned on the flash and snapped a few pictures as JJ leaned down and kissed Elma. His Elma. Rafe started to shake, knowing that it should be him kissing her. But there was a smile on her face. 

Let her have her moment, her fun. Rafe would make sure that it didn’t last. 

And he knew just how to ruin it all.

***

A few hours later, his house was empty. Topper and Kelce carried Sarah to her room while Rafe hid away in his. 

Hands trembling, Rafe paced back and forth. The lights were out, shrouding him in the same darkness that he felt in his soul. He wanted to make Elma suffer for the feeling that he had brewing inside him. He wanted to make her suffer for using him to her own advantage. 

But more than that, he wanted her to be here. He wanted her to put her arms around him and tell him that everything would be okay. He wanted her to kiss him again, to run her fingers through his hair. He wanted her nails to dig into his back while he kissed her into oblivion. He wanted her against the wall, on his bed, anywhere he could have her. 

She was out there with him. With the boy that Rafe hated. JJ was kissing her, he was holding her, he had his hands on her waist, her thighs, her heart, her soul. Every time Rafe closed his eyes, he could see them, somewhere dark, somewhere secluded, somewhere warm. She would kiss his lips, his jaw, his neck, leaving behind the barest tint of her lip gloss. Her nails would leave behind their marks on his chest, her love staining his skin. 

It made Rafe sick to his stomach thinking about all the things that JJ got to do to her that he never could. But he couldn’t get it out of his mind. 

From the silence of his room, Rafe thought he could hear her gasp, hear the hitch in her breath, hear her quiet sounds of desire. He knew that he couldn’t really hear it, but maybe, if he listened close enough, he could just pretend. 

And maybe he could pretend that it was him out there with her. Pretend that his hands were on her, his skin against hers. Maybe if he pretended hard enough, it would become a reality. 

His heart ached for her, his body yearned for her. He wanted her, storm and fire and all. 

[lambourngb]

"Explain the tearaway pants again?"

“you can stay afraid ( or slit the throat of fear and be brave)” - title from Gang of Youths, and that’s all @haloud ‘s fault.

“Explain the tearaway pants again?” Alex asked, picking up the soft, shiny fabric from the box with an incredulous look to Kyle. Of all things he would have predicted as a birthday gift from Kyle, tearaway stripper pants was on the last page of the book, right before a father-son vacation voucher. 

Which he had also received, as a birthday gift from Eric, his latest and most recent now ex-boyfriend. His heart was in the right place, since Alex did say he was estranged from his dad, and well-meaning but ignorant Eric, who called his parents daily, thought a trip to baseball parks would help.

It was hard to explain to anyone he dated that when he said he wasn’t close with Jesse Manes, that it wasn’t just parental tension over his sexuality that could be eased with more talking. How do you say to someone that your dad didn’t just hate his sexuality but had attacked and maimed a teenager over it. That even drugged up with Alex waving a white flag of surrender, even faked as it was, his father had shut down any mention or acknowledgment of who Alex was. 

It was just easier to say that he and his dad did not see eye-to-eye and that it was unlikely to change. Alex had that weird thought that people, even alien shaped people, should be treated with dignity and not eradicated from the earth. There was no common ground to be found over genocide.

“I thought on the weekends, when you were wearing the prosthesis, you might find some use in easy to remove pants if you had your boyfriend over.” Kyle smiled, and moved to show him the tearaway seams that were cleverly hidden. “You told me that sometimes the mood fizzled because of getting undressed-”

“Ah,” Alex acknowledged, looking down at the box again. Another small white lie was coming back to bite him. It was true, getting undressed with someone new, was an ordeal. Forrest had handled it the best, outside of Michael, knowing just when to offer help and just when to back the hell off, but ultimately the secrets and running off because of a text about alien nonsense wore thin with him. After Forrest, he gave up on trying for a deeper relationship considering the number of secrets he guarded and went back to using a dating app which resulted in a few less-than-desirable responses to his leg.

Blaming the fizzle, on his awkward way of undressing, to Kyle was easier than mentioning that some guys lost their interest when the theoretical knowledge of his amputation became factual.

“You hate them.” Kyle reached for the box, which Alex tightened his grip on stubbornly.

“No, these are great and thoughtful, thank you. I was just thinking about the fact, I ah, Eric and I broke up today.”

“What?! Seriously?” Kyle glanced around Alex’s house with a clenched fist, as if he was waiting to see Eric appear, so he could fight him. “That dick broke up with you on your birthday? I never liked that douche.”

Alex smiled weakly, “You thought Eric was great, don’t lie.”

“I thought he was great because he didn’t act weird about your friendship with Guerin, and he’s one of the best scrub nurses in the OR but if he broke up with you on your birthday-”

“Okay well no need for workplace awkwardness, I broke up with him. In fact, you should probably take his side.” Alex gathered the wrapping paper to ball it up, and stood up to head into his kitchen, with Kyle following on his heels. He lifted the trash can lid, picking up the trip voucher on top to hand over to Kyle before disposing of the colored paper. “It’s not his fault, he is just probably too idealistic about the world for my taste.”

“Jesus, a father-son bonding trip? Yeah, no.” Kyle shook his head, before leaning against the countertop and studying Alex intently. “I don’t blame you for dumping him, I mean, you told him about how your dad treated you right?”

Once upon a time, to keep Kyle from demonizing Jim Valenti, the only man who was ever kind to Alex, he had revealed the extent of the abuse he suffered growing up. He never imagined that Kyle would end up being a part of his daily orbit, so it was at the time, a safe admission. The only reason he had any sort of comfort around Kyle now was he knew that Kyle had his own reasons for hating Jesse Manes. The support he received wasn’t pity, it was shared pain. Kyle understood, and of course Michael understood, but the rest of the world? He couldn’t trust it.

There were days when he wished he had been able to conceal the truth from Maria as a kid.

“My dad is a level of evil that approaches comic-book villain. It’s hard to come up with the vocabulary to explain it. It’s definitely not first date ground to cover.” 

“You could just say what you said to me, that he was an abusive, homophobic dick.”

“I tried that actually, with Matt, but his dad is Army, so he thought I was just talking about typical macho man bullshit. His dad called him a fairy and won’t pick up the phone when he called his mom, but he’d never tried to kill him for being gay.” Alex rubbed at his forehead, and shrugged dismissively, “even if I could explain it, there’s still alien bullshit to worry about. Forrest couldn’t deal with my secrets, so…”

“Now that, my friend, we can commiserate over. Even if Stef understood my friendship with Liz, she was less supportive of running out on her to answer Isobel Evans' every little call. As Rosa calls it, those bitch ass aliens, strike again.” Kyle picked up his half-empty beer from the counter to clink against Alex’s in solidarity.

Later, after Kyle was gone, Alex wandered out to his patio to light a fire. Despite the voucher from the now ex Eric and the funny gift from Kyle, his birthday had gone well. Maria had treated him to an amp for his sound setup, an expensive gift had it been new, but this one was reconditioned by Guerin. Liz and Max had treated him to lunch at the Crashdown with a four show pass at the local concert hall. Rosa had baked a gourmet cake, and even Isobel had dropped off a bottle of expensive scotch. 

Though it hadn’t worked out, Forrest had texted a nice birthday message along with an invitation to join a group of his friends for an antique market trip to Santa Fe. 

Alex tipped his head back in his chair, listening to the crackle of the firewood settling in the pit and finally allowed himself to think about Michael, or more specifically the absence of Michael today. It was pressing on a bruise, to consider the gift from Maria might actually have been a joint gift. He didn’t think they had gotten back together again, but he wasn’t sure.

The gap in knowledge about Maria warred with the feeling that maybe Michael had forgotten, and it ached. He wasn’t sure which hurt more. 

His phone vibrated against his leg. Alex placed his beer on the ground next to his chair and opened the notification. It was his security system letting him know that someone had pulled up to the front of the house. His heart thumped painfully but hopefully as he recognized Michael’s truck.

Sitting with his back to the gate made him itch in anticipation but not fear as he heard the crunch of Michael’s boots against the gravel. “You’re late.”

“Yeah, sorry. Um, happy birthday” Michael replied as he closed the distance in the dark to Alex’s chair. He threw himself into the chair gracelessly, before picking up his phone to check the time, “I’m not too late am I? This says it’s after midnight.”

Shivering a little, even though it was warm, Alex took a sip of his beer. “You’re never too late, Michael.”

The words settled between them, weighty and revealing. Alex immediately wanted to take them back. That was too truthful. Perhaps he was getting maudlin because of his birthday, but having Michael, someone who knew him inside and out, after a day of feeling just out of step with everyone else, was a balm on his heart.

Michael placed his hat next to them on the patio, glancing back toward the house with a sympathetic glance. “I figured. And um, I heard from Valenti about Eric, so, I thought you might not turn me away if I showed up.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Alex took another long swallow, staring into the flames, as the previous comfort of Michael’s presence faded. Not a pity visit. He couldn’t take that. Not daring to look at Michael because seeing his profile lit up by the firelight always did things to Alex’s heart, he finished his beer. Things he was still working on letting go of for his own good. “I’m fine, it wasn’t serious with Eric.”

“I’m glad you’re fine, but that’s not why I’m here.” 

There was a rustle of paper that caught Alex’s attention, and as he finally turned to face Michael, he froze. There was a folder in Michael’s hand. He couldn’t help but remember the recent past, where the cover of a folder barely covered the horrors of within. It was always gruesome intake forms or grisly after action reports that gleefully detailed the murder of civilians and the incarceration of aliens.

Michael shook the folder gently, “go on, it’s not gonna bite.”

Pressing his lips together in resignation, Alex reached for the folder. As rocky as things had been in the past, he was certain Michael wouldn’t try to hurt him on his birthday. It wasn’t his fault that Alex was a pessimist. Flipping open the manila cover, he paused again. His eyes roved down a list of names and numbers, along with a familiar family name.

“That’s my grandmother’s name,” Alex furrowed his brow in confusion looking over to Michael, as he leaned forward in happy anticipation.

“So last year, remember how I went to Texas with Max,” Michael began, and paused at the pained expression on Alex’s face. Right, it was unlikely that the beginning of Maria’s feelings had been forgotten. “Dumb question, okay well, we met an old woman from the Mescalero Res and her granddaughter. They were practicing some fake faith healing con game, which kinda pissed me off, until I realized the props they used were drawn from a visitor they had.”

“A visitor?”

“Yeah, they used lights to make their hand glow when they healed. She described a woman who lived there, and never spoke but had that ability. I drove there last month to ask her more about it. It turns out this woman was introduced to the tribe by your grandmother.” Michael smiled broadly, his fingers tapping with impatient energy. “So I went to the Diné people to ask about her. I know she’s passed on, but she left stories. An oral history. Err, they didn’t want to talk to me, being a white guy, but after I fixed just about every car on the Res-”

“That’s where you’ve been every weekend?”

Michael looked pleased, “You noticed?”

Caught out by just how aware he was of Michael’s movements, Alex gestured, “That’s not important, um keep going with your story.”

Still looking pleased, Michael picked up his tale, “So after I fixed every piece of shit car, every finicky generator, and promised that I would only repeat this to another member of the People, they told me what happened. Your grandmother and great-grandmother ran a sort of underground network for women in trouble. One night, in 1947, a group of ...visitors found her and her mom on the side of the road. They were waiting for supplies, from a sympathetic doctor.”

“Wait,” Alex stuttered, looking down at the list of names and numbers. “Are you saying-”

“They saved ten crash survivors that night, and scattered them to other tribes for safety.” Michael reached over to tap the paper, “I have no idea where they went, that’s still a secret to me, but… some of my people lived, free. Because of your family.”

Overwhelmed, Alex squeezed his eyes shut tightly. It was no use, he could feel the tears spilling out rebelliously down his cheeks, as he sucked in an unsteady breath. The weight of his name, of the evil done by his father, was still there, but now there was a counter-balance. Harshly Alex gasped for another breath, shuddering as a sob broke through his control.

“Sweetheart, oh god, I didn’t mean to make you cry-” Michael murmured, distraught as he shifted closer, placing a tentative hand on Alex’s shoulder. The simple touch unleashed what shaky hold on control Alex had, as he collapsed into Michael’s arms. Without hesitation, Michael pulled Alex into his embrace, letting him shake in the safe confines of his strength.

The poison that Alex had felt, writhing under his skin, from as long as he could remember was slowly being lanced and drained. It didn’t matter that Michael had never blamed Alex for his family, no words could touch that reservoir of toxin inside him that marked him a Manes Man. Only actions could. 

On the day celebrating his birth, Alex could finally feel peace regarding the blood in his veins.

“I’m sorry, I should have let you know I was looking into your family after Arizona’s grandmother mentioned it. I was going to, if my campaign of fixin’ shit didn’t work, ‘cause you’re a member, they would have talked to you, I just wanted to give you some good info. But if I crossed the line, I’m sorry-”

Alex silenced Michael’s apologies with his lips.

His action halted Michael for a moment, before he groaned against Alex’s lips and deepened the kiss hungrily. His hands came up to cup Alex’s skull gently even as he increased his efforts of climbing into Alex’s skin through the sheer connection of the kiss. Long moments passed as Alex bit gently before diving into the silky heat of Michael’s mouth.

The need for oxygen won at last over his other instincts and reluctantly Alex broke the kiss. He kept his forehead pressed against Michael’s as they traded deep breaths in the silence. Closing his eyes, Alex spoke quietly, “If *I* crossed a line just then-”

“You didn’t, as long as you’re not sorry.”

Looking up at Michael’s dark, still slightly stunned eyes, Alex smiled weakly, “I’m not, but I admit, I didn’t see this happening. With you. I thought you didn’t want to go down this road again.”

Michael reached up, combing his fingers through Alex’s soft, growing dark locks gently. “I don’t want to go down the *same* road, but I was hopin’ we might find a different path. And full disclosure, we’re kinda ahead of my plans. I didn’t think you were gonna dump Eric today-”

Huffing a soft laugh, Alex replied wryly, “I wasn’t planning on it, but he thought my dad and I could patch things up by going to Wrigley Field together. He bought me a Field of Dreams-themed trip for me and dear old dad.”

“What. The. Fuck.” Michael blinked a few times, clearly running the words through his mind for meaning. “For one thing, you don’t even like baseball, and for another, your dad is a homophobic murdering psychopath.”

Alex burst out laughing at the offense in Michael’s voice. Pieces slotted into place, knowing that Michael understood not just on a theoretical level, but a deeply personal level just how fucked that suggestion was about Jesse. “God, you’re right, I hate baseball.”

He captured Michael’s hand, still stroking through his hair, and pressed a soft kiss on his rough calloused palm. Hands that had spent weeks working tirelessly for free just to get Alex some answers and peace about where he came from and who he was. A fresh burn of tears threatened as he thought about the effort Michael had expended.

“More tears?” Michael remarked softly, feeling the wet brush of Alex’s eyelashes against his hand. 

“Happy tears.” Alex straightened and got to his feet, holding onto Michael’s hand. He cast a considering eye on the fire, deciding it had burned down low enough to install the fire pit cover. Rubbing his thumb against the silky seam of his pants, he tugged Michael toward the house, “So Kyle got me these pants for my birthday, and they were the second best present I had today.” His smile turned wicked as he led the way toward the bedroom with confidence, “I would really like to show you how they work, if you’re interested...”