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spn-etc · 7 months ago

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Deal and The Damage Done, Ch. 2

It's been awhile, but I thought of picking this story back up for the fun of it. And, here's hoping we hear about a supernatural story coming to tv. I'm itching to see more of the Winchesters! The above pictures/gifs I use and any other media for my little series are for entertainment purposes of course. I think they add a nice aesthetic, and I'd like to hear what y'all think about the story or any mood boards I post.

Thank you,

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“Your brother, he got any places he’ll go for days or -?” the brunette asks.

I’d gotten their names at the diner. They were detectives, Friedkin and Lynch.

“I’ve already called all his old friends. Unless there are people I don’t know about. But, I do know my brother. He’s not one for making friends in this backwater town. Unless some punk rolls into town and Cash is looking for trouble.”

“So your brother ‘gets into trouble’. What exactly do you mean?”

I’m feeling a little sick and it’s the early morning after Cash first disappeared. I can already tell Mom’s stressed, as she swears to me and herself that Cash is having one of his episodes, and he’ll be back. She’s avoiding any calls and I know Nana will be on the phone any time now, squalling about how she saw this coming.

Cash has this thing, once in a blue moon, where he likes to run off, go on some little adventure. He’ll pick a fight with the wrong guy, or get a hold of some bottle rockets, or a pistol. Whatever it may be, he ends up in a jail cell. Truant from school multiple times, and almost sent to juvie another time, Cash grew up to be a little hellraiser. I shouldn’t be surprised about Cash disappearing, but on the same date as my dad’s own disappearance? It could just be coincidence, but my gut tells me something is off.

“My brother’s a bit of a troublemaker,” I tell Detective Friedkin. “He’s gotten a little better now that he’s working, but he has these times where he causes problems - usually picking fights with some guy in town or drag racing, and such.” I think, perhaps it’s not much of a stretch that my brother’s just on another misadventure. But, that still only means I’ve got to find him much sooner.

The blonde, Detective Lynch, nods his head, and I see a grim smirk creeping across his face. “Your brother’s in deep shit.”

“It’s whatever,” I insist, but it’s not. Not really. “He usually turns up somewhere, and I’ll have to bail him out, or my Nana will.” I hesitate. “My brother doesn't handle this time of year well.”

“Can’t be easy,” Lynch says. “Losing a parent’s tough.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I just - I feel like I have to pick up the slack, most of the time. I can’t step out of line. My family depends on me. And, I always worry, you know, who’s next?” I haven’t confided this way to a lot of people. It’s funny. I have a hard time with cops, but I let my guard down with these guys. That’s rare.

“Cash, my little brother - do you really think he's in trouble deeper than what I’m thinking?”

The brunette, Friedkin, hesitates, a trace of uncertainty apparent as he looks away to search for the words. “Leah - how much do you know about the supernatural?”

The what? And it dawns on me. These guys surely can’t be some conspiracist whack jobs, right?

“The supernatural? You don’t mean ghosts, demons, and such. You think that’s what took Cash?”

“And your father, possibly. Listen, listen. It might sound strange. This wouldn’t be the first time someone didn’t believe us. We know. My brother and I, we’ve been tracking, hunting, things that most people would never notice. Dean and I, we’ve done this for years. What took your father years ago, it could easily hurt your brother. Leah, have you ever seen anything strange before? Anything you couldn’t explain?”

“Well sure, doesn’t everyone?” I laugh, almost scoff. It’s hilarious; I feel like I’m in one of those cheap B horror movies. “Since I was a kid,” I continue, “I’ve seen all kinds of things. Mom always said I’d had an overactive imagination.”

And I mean it when I say this. Nana Lizzy, Elizabeth Jacobs, may be attuned to all that's supernatural, but my maternal line were all skeptics. I’d be inclined to believe my grandmother more if what I saw didn’t disturb me so much.

Growing up, I’d fill journals full of drawings of these strange shadowy creatures with crimson red eyes, or eyes like black tar. They used to talk to me in my dreams, and to this day, I still have dreams where something like a disembodied voice more or less, tells me that it's waiting to get me. It’s always the same dream. It’s in some derelict house at the end of a road I’d wandered on while playing ball. And no matter how much I try to resist, I’m always drawn back inside the house, and I’m always calling out for something. Then, there’s always the same bedroom at the back of the house, down the narrow hallway full of pictures of people I don’t recognize. Old pictures of people out of something like a black and white movie. It’s getting hotter and suffocating almost, but I still take tentative steps to the tattered door. It’s barely on its hinges and it just swings open. it comes out of the shadows of the closet, or claws its way from beneath the bed. Its body is something I recognize as barely human, if it ever was one. On the times I glimpsed it in my dreams, the creature’s body bears the kind of burns that expose raw flesh, even exposing the bone on parts of its body. What is left of its skin hangs rotting from its body. And, that’s what I can even see, but I always, always, wake up in a sweat. And I can smell the disgusting mixture of mold and sulfur. It’s the only dream that I can recall being so real; everything pales in comparison. I can’t comprehend the term ‘sweet dreams’.

No one except Nana Lizzie had ever taken the dreams seriously. After all, Cash also had his own share of fear in the dark, what’s out there. It has been there for Cash and I from the beginning, and one of the few things we can connect on. And it’s just another reason we can’t get on in Proctor Hollow, West Virginia. When the only person who sympathizes is your eccentric old grandma, it gets pretty lonely. It’s just easier to accept that Cash and I were grieving to some extent, though the dreams had started long before Dad ever disappeared. And I could just joke like my father used to when the boogeyman came to the foot of my bed.

I remember it with my brother in tow, and sitting me on his lap, Dad would laugh the demons away. “Little Leah? You’re not little, Leah. You’re my warrior, aren’t you? You can tell that ugly thing to go kick rocks. Ain’t no boogeyman gonna keep my Leah down. Or Cash,” my father would add. And Dad would grab us in a bear hug and tell us how much he loved us, before turning out the light at night. I’ll admit, the dreams were worse for Cash and I once Dad was gone. That's when my grandmother stepped in.

Nana’s foresight is uncanny, to the point she was on the phone minutes before Miss Ella’s husband had been declared dead, or when someone a holler over was about to go into labor. How she couldn’t locate Cash was beyond me. When I had contacted her last night, she was oddly resigned, and quiet.

My grandmother can talk a mile a minute sometimes. Especially if something really gets her mad. Cash was often the source of some of her biggest ravings, or my lack of interest in what she had to say to me. Most of the time, though, she liked to complain about how ignorant everyone was, how unaware people were of what was around. “Even more now,” she griped. “They’re all sucked into their cellphones.” I love my Nana, Lizzy, as everyone in Proctor Hollow knows her. She took care of me and Cash, when Mom was at work, or stewing in her memories. Nana’s more often than not telling me what I ought to do about Cash. Always wondering why I don’t watch the boy much closer, why I don’t look after his health or make sure he’s eating. She won’t talk to my mom half the time, because they can’t get five minutes into a conversation before they start arguing with each other.

Mom won’t hardly talk to her at all, now. On more than one occasion, I’m reminded that Nana didn’t like my dad marrying my mother. Mom liked to mention it, alone with her bottle or if Charlie came by, reminiscing about Dad and the life they had before he disappeared that Saturday night. Nana complained about Mom's lack of motivation; she had no get-up-and-go attitude about her. Nana never had the luxury of someone else caring for her. She had to provide for her family when Grandpa died in a coal mine accident. She said that Mom was a spoiled beauty queen transplant from Charleston. She lacked for nothing because her dad could buy her whatever she wished for. Mom didn't have to do the same kind of work Grandma did. So, anything important that needed to be said was through me.

“You telling me that you don’t think your brother’s involved in things that are outside the ordinary? It’s all real, and you know this. Now, when you saw Cash last, what was he doing? Who was around? You said at the diner that Cash had been with a group of buddies, someone in there that was the new chick? You hadn’t seen her around? Not a friend from another town or school?”

I racked my brains trying to remember the details of the last time Cash was out. It was the usual lineup of friends from high school - Chris, JT, Andy, and a couple of girls they had with them. But, one of the girls stood out. She was all over Cash, hanging on to him like a bee to a flower. A brunette woman with a willowy figure underneath her skin tight t-shirt and jeans. Pretty brown eyes, and a bright grin. I could have mistaken her for a ditz, the way she acted. And, she clearly wanted him all to herself, which Cash loved as he was pawing at her all that evening before they went out. He hadn’t shut up about her for the next few days. I thought, well of course. She was one of the few girls in town to give him any attention. Cash always struggled pulling girls, according to his friends, so I guess this must have gone to his head enough for him to run away.

“This girl was all over my brother. She was the new girl, she must have been. I’d never seen her before. She said her name was Gwen. Never heard of her before that night. But, people come in from out of town all the time, usually college kids looking for a little fun. I never took her for someone who was up to something. She seemed like your typical bimbo.”

“Well, she didn’t mention anything about going anywhere with him?” Sam said.

“Didn’t hear anything outside the usual ‘she’s so amazing’ bit.”

“He’s a lovesick idiot,” Dean says. “Do anything she says. Look, you just keep an eye out, okay? But, we’re not through here. And you keep that amulet on you, you hear? And -” reaching behind him to get something out of the car - “take this,” and Dean tosses me a bag of something a little heavy. Inside is an iron crucifix and a silver vial.

“It’ll buy you some time if we’re not there,” Dean says.

“Where are you going?” I say to the guys, as they take to their car.

“We can’t follow you around the whole time,” We’ve got a case to investigate.”

“So, I’m on my own with my brother?”

“Unless we get any leads now, it’s not getting us anywhere.”

I can’t say anything, but I know in the pit of my stomach, it must be that the girl’s with Cash, and I’m behind the wheel. Damn it, if Cash looked before he leaped, this wouldn’t have happened. I’m now going to have to grit my teeth, and snoop around for my brother. I watch the Chevy Impala disappear around the corner, and I’m off to JT’s once more with an ax to grind.

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“Son of a bitch. They’ve already gotten three, Sam. She has has no clue how bad this is.”

“They claim enough souls, they could do worse.”

“We’ve already got that point. What else?”

“Elizabeth gave me the files she had collected from the past few disappearances. Adam Goddard. Thirty. Last seen at Chance’s bar off of Main Street and County 109. Seen leaving with a dark haired woman. No mention of who she was. It was a bystander’s report. But, there are all mentions of the same type of woman. So, this could be our person.”

“Little girly’s ticking ‘em off one by one. The only people with any real knowledge are going to be the other buddies that night and the other woman, the old witch.”

“Whatever it is,” Sam says, his voice on edge now, “Dean, I’ve got more than a feeling the gates of Hell will open again, and there may be more to worry about this time. Why else drag souls to Hell? The crossroad deals - they’re over.”

Dean stared into the knotting trees on the West Virginia horizon. A loud gunshot sent blackbirds flying from the woods in a big, black shower. Having aged from the defiant young man into a sharp veteran, he bore a tired look. Both men had the rewards of a hard living life.

“The more we keep going, the more I wonder about the good on Earth. Cas, I know you hear us! Where the hell'd you go?” Dean says.

“Cas or no Cas, angels or demons be damned., We’ll do what we’ve always done, Dean. Hunting things, saving people. The family business.”

#supernatural #season 16 please #brainstorm #spn fanfic #spnfandom #dean winchester #sam winchester #southern gothic #supernatural horror #dark fantasy #spn meta

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gabevargas · 3 months ago

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A hardened soul who finds solace in tinkering with cars and all sorts of machinery. Has spent his life running from the demons of his past and now finds himself in Briar Ridge, running out of places to hide.

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- Name: Gabriel Braulio Vargas - Nicknames: Gabe - Neighborhood: Downtown - Occupation: Handy man & Mechanic at Kelly's Auto Repair - Age & Birthday: 35 years & apr 2, 1989 - Pronouns & Gender: He/him & cis-male - Ethnicity: Spanish-Chilean & Nicaraguan - Sexuality: Heterosexual - Hometown & Time in BR: Virginia, a few weeks

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BIOGRAPHY

trigger warning: alcoholism, drugs, child neglect, child abuse

CHILDHOOD:

Being the only child of problematic people who should never have brought a baby into the world was tough. Gabe was grateful no other child had to suffer what he lived daily, but he had always longed for solace in others to escape his “home.”

They were dirt poor and lived in a small two-bed apartment in a run-down complex. His father was an alcoholic who was fired from every job, and his mother worked as a grocer at the local supermarket, which just about covered the bills. Gabe learned to fend for himself young and not expect much from his parents. The further he stayed away, the less he felt the wrath of their problems.

He found a friend in Enzo Deluca, and the two young boys would run around the streets together, causing havoc and making up their little adventures. Gabe would soon turn to petty theft for candy and comic books, anything to make his miserable existence somewhat better and to impress Enzo.

When he started school, he found friendship with Benny Hellstrom. Benny lived on a ranch just outside of the city, and to Gabe, it felt so grand. “All the space in the world,” he exclaimed when he first saw it. The two young boys became inseparable, and Gabe spent more time with Benny than anyone. He felt safe there.

The problems at home only escalated into his teenage years. His mother began to self-medicate with OTC drugs and vodka, which led to more financial problems. His father grew more violent and abusive, angry that she was no longer providing for his addiction. Gabe was thirteen when his mother left. No note. No goodbye. Nothing.

That anger shifted from her to Gabe, and his father blamed him for everything. Gabe began to steal more valuable items to sell so he could impress his father. The young kid was the one paying the rent, but each month, it was a struggle. Once or twice, he was caught but escaped any real time in Juvie. The police were so overworked in the area that they didn’t have the time for a kid. However, he was known, and they watched him closely.

CHICAGO:

At sixteen, Benny suggested they run away together. Start a new life. Gabe jumped at the chance, and in a few days, the two found themselves in Chicago. Gabe was free, and you couldn’t have wiped the smile off his face.

They stayed there for a while. Gabe found a job at a local garage, where he realised he was very skilled with his hands. It was funny; as a kid, he loved to break things. Smashing old cars with rocks down at the waste yard or stomping on pumpkins sat proudly outside people’s homes on Halloween. Destruction was his release. However, the work of fixing up cars and tinkering with engines became a different kind of therapy for him. He had escaped his childhood home, so he no longer needed chaos to forget everything. Instead, he had an itch to fix everything, as if helping fix a cupboard door for a neighbour would help fix his past.

Gabe excelled as a mechanic and even started a side venture as a handyman. The money was good, and life began to really turn for him.

Despite the progress, the demons of his past did linger. Gabe liked to party… the problems he faced as a child of alcoholics didn’t seem to deter him. Unlike his father, he turned up to work and performed, but it still didn’t mean he didn’t have a problem. The weekends were spent wasted and hooking up with strangers. He never had time for rest, always on the go. Due to this, most of his twenties were a blur, and it only worsened when Benny left him.

One party weekend in Vegas, he was so drunk he swears he even married a stranger, but the two parted ways after the ceremony, and he has never seen her again. Life could be very messy for him. It was chaotic at times, and he understood it pushed some people away, but he had so much turmoil inside of him that he was too afraid to process. Partying was the easy way out.

BRIAR RIDGE:

It wasn’t until he was in his thirties and word got back to him about his father’s passing that he paused for a moment to consider his own choices. The partying eased up and was replaced with a search for spirituality: yoga and meditation. Sure, he still allowed himself one night a week to blow off steam, but he was slowly opening up to the idea of looking inward to deal with his childhood trauma.

He is still working on that today, and it is a slow process, but he’s trying.

After a few years of separation from Benny, he missed his best friend. Gabe needed his rock back. Gabe quit his job, packed everything he had into his truck, and left for Briar Ridge. He had no plan other than the need to see his old friend.

He’s been living in town for a few weeks in a rental and on his savings, which are quickly running out.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Buddies - gym, yoga, bar, and so on

Welcome wagon - someone who shows him the town and is super friendly

Neighbors - he’s in an Airbnb in downtown

Airbnb host - maybe they’re renting to him, and something strikes up between them? Friendship, Romantic, maybe they hate him??

Big brother - someone he grows protective of

Handyman - can fix anything, so after the recent storm, word gets around and he has helped or does help with something for your muse

Vegas Wife - The girl he married in vegas and has never seen again... messy but fun connect potentially. Are they still married??

“Seems like a married couple” but are not - they click instantly and give off that old married couple vibe but are strictly friends

TONIGHT YOU BELONG TO ME: MUSE A is MUSE B’s confidant and vice versa. for the most part, their interactions only happen after midnight. they run in completely different circles and their mutual friend count is low, but when the other sends an sos text at 12:45am the other is already getting dressed and willing to meet at their secret spot.

SMILING WHEN I DIE: MUSE A has lived, what many people may call, a pretty boring life. they never got to experience much growing up. now, they’re [ INSERT AGE ] and trying not to have a borderline mid-life crisis. MUSE B has a sense of adventure within them and is always inviting MUSE A along. they may not spend time together otherwise, but the two of them make lasting memories that will hopefully stick with them for awhile. — what if it's the type opf friendship where they tick things off a bucket list and do random shit together?????? Idk

WILL YOU COME FIND ME (AFTER THE PARTY?): a plot where MUSE A and MUSE B met at a friend of a friend’s party & instantly hit it off. MUSE A is immediately infatuated with MUSE B — they laugh, talk, drink; they even make an incredible beer pong team. at some point during the night, MUSE A decides to put the moves on MUSE B. however, after leaving to get them some drinks, MUSE A comes back to find MUSE B kissing someone else… and to make it worse? it’s their boyfriend/girlfriend/best friend/sibling etc.

#intro #briar ridge task #tasks #tw alcoholism #tw drugs #tw abuse #tw child abuse #tw child neglect

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saturnw0lf · 6 years ago

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What happened to Juvi Adventure 2?

Well, buckle in, because this is a long story.

This is something that’s still a bit of a sore spot for me. It’s at the point where I’ve written and re-written what I’ve wanted to say a few times because I’m not quite sure how I want to approach this. What you also need to understand is that my memory in general is also pretty bad, so I can only tell you what I remember, as much of this was years ago. I’m sure other people who were involved with this project can pick up the torch from where I’m leaving off if they so choose. I should also note that I’ll include a tl;dr at the end of this if you don’t care for the preamble. With that disclosure out of the way, I suppose I should begin answering this question with the story of what was going on behind the scenes:

Our story begins in 2014. Or at the very least, that’s when my involvement in the project began. Juvi Adventure 2 was a large group effort comprised of different artists, writers, etc. Put a pin in that, that’ll be important later.

I was much more of a writer back then, I dabbled in GameMaker since about 2007 but I wouldn’t by any stretch call myself a game developer just yet. So I saw the head of the project post in some Sonic groups that he was looking for people to help, and feeling self-conscious and insecure as ever, I saw an opportunity to make a name for myself.

So I pitched some of my ideas for the project. I don’t even remember any of them fully, something about Eggman aiming to conquer the multiverse or whatever. I can say now that seems silly, even by Sonic story standards, but we were all teenagers, kids. That kind of thing was just the coolest thing ever to us. So he liked it! I was brought on board thinking I would hit the ground running.

It didn’t quite work out like that. I wasn’t the only writer involved on the project, there was one in a sort of higher position than me, if that’s what you want to call it. The general outline for the plot was written ahead of time, and at that point I was only allowed to fill in the blanks. (Which, I should note that I’m not bitter about. That’s a pretty standard practice, even if irksome back then). And over the months, I did. It took a lot longer than it should have, but I was being hit with several technical and personal setbacks at that time, and we still didn’t have a game developer, despite all the people we were bringing on board. You can see how this is coming up and becoming more of a problem.

So, we brought more and more people on board, and most of them were artists and people whose roles I don’t quite remember. But they definitely weren’t game developers. We had some voice actors, musicians, almost the whole nine yards. It wasn’t until later that we finally, finally got ourselves a real developer. And for a while, all seemed swell. Things were finally moving. But of course, all is never as it seems.

(NOTE: Things are good between they and I now. This was years ago and we’ve put it behind us. I’m not upset about it anymore.)

Our programmer, to put it bluntly, tended to flake on us a lot, but in a lot of the scenarios they gave us, it was hard to blame him. They listed things like depression and anxiety, which I know all too well and have compromised my workflow an innumerable number of times. So, we obviously missed our SAGE 2015 deadline. Okay, no big deal things like that happen all the time, right?

Well, then we missed the deadline after that. And the one after that. And the one after that. And the one…you see where this is going.

We hadn’t updated any of our pages in months because we simply had nothing to show beyond the screenshots we already had. Things were beginning to look dire. Then, the critical blow, and where things all went downhill.

They quit. The demo would never come to be. They gave me the source code, and left. I tried to fix it up, but it was incredibly broken with several things not working. This point around 2016 is what I would call the beginning of the end. Subconsciously, I think, we were all tired and ready to give up, we just needed a reason. That would come soon enough.

The head would leave after several attempts to revive the project went nowhere. At this point, we were all fully ready to give up and dropped the project completely. We lost members before, but none as critical as those two. Slowly but surely the rest of us, including myself, started leaving, and to my knowledge, that team chat has been inactive for months now. At the risk of burning bridges and ruining future business opportunities, I would say it’s safe to call it dead.

tl;dr: We tried to do too much and didn’t know what we were doing. We had a whole bunch of playable characters planned, DLC, Online playability, things that just aren’t realistic to expect out of a group of teenagers making a Sonic the Hedgehog fangame for he first time, let alone as their first project. When we finally actually had a programmer, the project collapsed under its own weight.

It’s not all bad news, though! Another former Gamestalgia member and myself split off to form our own group, and we have something I’m really excited to show off in the hopefully not too distant future.

#fangame #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fangame #juvi adventure 2 #gamestalgia #what happened to

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churbo · 3 years ago

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a while back on twitter, this coat was going around and i immediately knew i had to draw fugo in it so here he is

#jjba #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #gw #va #golden wind #vento aureo #pannacotta fugo #little more simple for today #he got the coat from Bruno as a gift when he first joined the team bc coming out of juvie he didnt have any other clothing #and Bruno 1) wanted to spend money and sorta spoil him and 2) needed to give him clothing that fit him #so bam. strawberry coat. also keeps him warm AND its cute and strawberry themed. Fugo loves it and wears it constantly still

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 2 years ago

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since tr is ending soon who would u want a spin off of ? personally i would love to see an izana spinoff he way taken too early lol

Alright everyone sit down we're making a list of the tr spin-off's we want. I'll start us off

Hanma spinoff (istg if we don't find out what he was going to tell Kisaki before this manga ends)

Haitani brother's spin-off (WHAT IS THEIR BACKSTORY)

More Izana (in literally any spin-off)

Kazutora in the bad toman future (did he succeed???)

Kazutora in juvie

The adventures of Pah and Peh (just think it would be funny)

Yuzuha and her fan club

Bonten spinoff

Spin-off of that 2 year gap where Mikey, Sanzu and Koko just hung out.

Senju and the rise of brahman

Inui and Koko being a couple

A spinoff from a completely random gang members pov, just watching all the chaos at every fight.

Ryusei gets his own spinoff

S62 hanging out

The 1st gen black dragons and how all that started

A girls spin off where we just see the girls chilling together

Peke J spinoff

Child izana and kakucho going on adventures (causing trouble)

#add on #tokyo revengers #tokrev #i want all the spin offs

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scottie-writes · 2 years ago

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Under the Influence(CH.2)(Harrington!Reader)(Cousin AU)

CH. 2 Welcome to hell Hawkins

Summary: Summer is long and boring - but maybe your parents had the right sort of idea. You become reacquainted with your cousin, and your small-town adventure begins.

Tags: female reader, Harrington! ReaderCousin! AU, Scoops Ahoy, SFW, TW!mention of abuse(alluded to),

w/c: 3.2K

A/N: If you're here, thanks for returning and thanks for reading. If you're new, Welcome! you can find chapter 1 here We're still building, but we get to say hello to a familiar face, with more on the way soon! I swear Eddie is going to make an appearance in the near future!

...“It's decided. She’s going to Hawkins.”...

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The sound of your fork hitting the plate as if it comes from miles away, your parent's voices blurring as your mind whirls.

Hawkins? Really? Did he think sending you away was the solution? It just solidified that you were not the child your parents wanted, and now they couldn’t even face you. You could hear your parents discussing things, your dad sounding calmer now, but you only caught bits of what was said. “Do you think that will help?”, “I can’t stand this all summer, Mary”.

Again, it was about them more than it was about you. They were selfish, you decided. They are selfish, stuck-up assholes. Eventually, they turned to you, the subject of their never-ending disappointment.

“Well, young lady, what do you have to say to that?” Your dad asked; surely he didn’t expect an answer from you? Surely he didn’t actually care about your thoughts on the matter? Not when it was blindingly clear they didn’t care one iota about who you were or what you needed. You felt defeated, a hollow ache in your chest threatening to consume all of you if you dared examine it too closely. You didn’t even notice the few tears that had escaped your eyes. “Fine”, you huffed, shoving your chair back, bonding your dinner in favour of the sanctuary of your room. Why fight anymore? They didn’t care enough to try to set you straight for more than a few days.

That night you cried. Not entirely sure why; you should have expected something like this would happen. In truth, you thought they would last a bit longer, at least two weeks, and then the anger would fade; work would reassert its dominance in their lives, and the grounding would be all but forgotten. You didn’t think they would get rid of you, like a sweater that was no longer in fashion. Once you heard them go to bed, you brought out the packet of cigarettes you had managed to hide away in your room and snuck out to the street outside your house. You wandered for a short while, smoking and thinking. You had two cigarettes left in that packet; you knew you would need more soon. All the stores nearby would be closed by now, not that you had your fake ID anymore. That had been swept away with your tapes - the cassettes being a convenient hiding spot for that particular piece of evidence of your misdeeds. You head to your friend Tina's house. A friend was maybe a strong word - you guys liked to smoke together. Tossing a few rocks at her window to get her attention, you beckon her down to the street. Filling her in takes a little longer than you would like.

“Dude, is it true you punched the principal?” She asked, eyes wide and searching your face. “What? No! Who told you that?” You ask, lighting one of the last cigarettes before handing it to her. “It’s all over school,” She says almost gleefully. “You’re a legend. Some kids are saying you tore up his office and got sent to juvie for assaulting him with a knife.” She chuckled before passing the cigarette back to you. “A knife? Seriously? The student body needs to get a handle on their fantasies.” You say, taking a long drag. “Well, as you can see, I’m not in juvie," she snorts and nods, the cigarette passing between you both. “I didn’t even really do anything. I got mad a screamed a little. I did break his clock, though.” You smirked at the memory of that stupid “teacher of the year” hitting the ground.

“Either way, y/n, you're never living that reputation down now. I even heard the teacher gossiping about it," which earned a groan from you. “What are you doing here anyway? You on the run?” She said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. You sigh and push your hair out of your face, “Kinda,” scuffing your toes along the pavement. “My parents are sending me away for the summer; they think it's gonna straighten me out” Tina laughs again and finishes the cigarette, dousing it on the street. “Damn, that sucks” “Yeah, they took all my shit, so my ID’s gone. I was wondering if you had any smokes stashed away you would mind donating to a legend in need” you give your best attempt at puppy dog eyes as you plead with your occasional smoking buddy. “Jeez man, ugh, I dunno. Hang on, lemme go check”.

As she retreated into her house, you sat down on the step, head in your hands. This is what it had come to. No friends to say goodbye to, just an acquittance to ask for favours from. Before you could wallow too deeply, Tina returned two packets in her hands. “All right, just because you're a legend now. I’ve got a full pack and a half pack,” she hands them over to you and pats your shoulder. “Make good use of them. I expect you to return the favour when you come back,” she says. “Thanks, Tina, you’re a lifesaver” “Yeah yeah, don’t get all mushy on me”. You give her a mock salute as you start to make your way back home. You would have to make these last.

-⌘-

You’re an expert at sneaking in and out of your house, but you're still relieved when you make it back inside without your parents stirring. Once back inside your bedroom, you tuck your newly acquired packets into your hiding spot - the belly of a stuffed animal that once carried a hot water bottle. You’d had it since Christmas 1972, the only year Grandpa Otis chose Chicago over Hawkins. He brought you the bear, and it had kept you warm for years; it was one of the few things your parents didn’t feel the need to remove from you. They probably thought it would remind you of better times. You stuffed the two boxes into the bear, having smoked that last of your own stash on the way home and disposing of the carton. Looking around your room, you saw the life your parents had wanted you to have. The soft pink walls that would seem cosy to some made you feel like you were suffocating. Looking in the mirror, you appeared out of place. Messy hair, flushed skin, and smeared mascara- the result of a seemingly endless supply of tears.

It took two days for your parents to arrange everything. “They're so looking forward to seeing you, dear,” your mom cooed as she 'helped' you pack. She relished the opportunity to get rid of the clothes she loathed the most. Your comfiest pair of Jeans, riddled with holes at the knees, were promptly removed from your bag and thrown in the trash. Usually, you would push back demand to keep them, but your fighting spirit is gone; why fight when they didn't even want you around anymore? You stopped seeing what went into your modest suitcase; it wasn’t much. You were only going for a few weeks, after all. In a shocking turn of events, you were given a modest allowance, $15 for the whole summer, so you didn’t have to be more of a burden on your Aunt and Uncle than you already were. It wouldn’t stretch too far based on your current spending habits - vices don’t come cheap, but from your parent's perspective, you weren’t supposed to be doing anything fun anyway.

-⌘-

You get off the bus in Indianapolis, yes, the bus; they didn't even have the decency to drive you to hell themselves and are surprised to see Steve waiting for you. You walk up to him, bags in hand and sweat forming on your brow. " uh... Hey,” you give him a small wave as he takes your suitcase, leaving you with your tattered backpack and heads for the trunk. "I was expecting either Aunt Pearl or Uncle Andrew - not that it's not nice to see you”, you say as you both get in the car. “Yeah, well, they both had to work this morning, and I'm their errand boy these days," he says, starting the car up "It's nice to see you too.” He says after a long silence. You give him a small smile as he turns the radio on the rest of the drive passing in comfortable silence.

As you arrive in Hawkins, it's hard not to notice the changes. The stores on Main Street were either closed down or looked like they were on the verge of it. Steve must have noticed you staring "they opened a mall,” He says with an easy tone, "it's a cool place, but it's tough competition” you nod silently. "I got a job at an ice cream place there; yeah, it's gonna do me for the summer, get me some life experience before going to college..." you let Steve ramble while you get lost in your thoughts.

Your Aunt is home by the time Steve pulls in the driveway. She hugs you as you come in, sending Steve to deposit your bags in the guest room.

" y/n dear, it's been so long, my you’ve grown up so much since we saw you last," you placate her with small talk, both of you avoiding the reason for your visit. She rambles about your parents, how much the town has changed in the past few years and about a few other things you don’t catch. You shift on your feet, you had been standing in the kitchen for about 15 minutes listening to her natter on, and it was starting to give you a headache. All you wanted was a smoke - you hadn’t had one since you got on the bus, and that familiar itch was creeping up your throat. She must have noticed your attention wandering then, “Oh, look at me twittering one. You must be exhausted, dear. Why don’t you get settled and washed up. Dinner will be ready in about an hour. ” You gave her a tight smile as you nodded and headed towards the guest room — your room for the next few months. It hadn’t changed much in the past few years; the room was a familiar shade of yellow - although the paper had been changed. It was stripped now, the last time you were here and had been swirly. It was a nice change from your own suffocatingly pink room back home.

Your bags sit on the bed, the soft pastels taunting you as your hang up the dresses and sweaters sets your mother had packed for you. You noticed that a few of the t-shirts you had picked out for yourself had mysteriously disappeared. You were left with one plain black shirt on one band shirt your mother obviously hadn’t looked too closely at. “Bitch,” you mumbled as you searched the rest of your bag. As suspected, you had been left with only two pairs of jeans - light wash and pristine. You thank your good sense for wearing your black pair on the trip. Luckily your hide-a-bear had made it to Indiana with you fully intact. You pulled out a carton of cigarettes without really thinking about it.

“I wouldn’t smoke those anywhere near the house if you know what's good for you” the sudden interruption jolted you as you remembered you hadn't even shut the door. “Jesus, Steve, you nearly gave me a heart attack," he chuckled as you stuffed the carton back into your bear and placed it pride of place on the middle of the pillows. “What the big deal anyway, you gonna rat me out?” Steve looks a little disgruntled as the words leave your mouth. “Nah, what you do to your body is up to you. But my dad has a nose like a bloodhound” he leant his body against the doorframe crossing his arms, and he looked at you, eyes serious and unwavering “I hung out with a friend once in junior year; they had one cigarette - I didn’t even touch the thing” His pitch was climbing, and a tone of defensiveness was creeping in “two hours later I came home, and my dad could smell it on me - Let's just say the aftermath wasn’t pretty” a grimace crosses your face as you wonder just what exactly your uncle’s punishment had been. You let out a heavy sigh and push your hair back off your face “sheesh, all right. well, thanks for the heads up.” He nods and moves to leave before turning back “besides, those things’ll kill you,” you smirk as he walks away. You close the door this time and stretch out on the bed. It was going to be a long summer.

-⌘-

Dinner is ready precisely as your uncle arrives home from work. It was a slightly awkward affair. Your Aunt was the epitome of sunshine on a cloudy day - her tone was always delightful, and she carried most of the conversation herself your Uncle emulated the clouds, passing brief grunts of acknowledgement and adding his pessimistic two cents to her stories. He finally addressed the dark cloud looming over your head towards the end of dinner.

“Now, Y/N, I think it’s time we discuss why you are here.” He pushes his empty plate away and reaches for his beer. Your Aunt goes to start clearing the dishes, and he stops her. “Not yet, Pearl; I think we all need to understand the ground rules here” Her eyes flutter once, then rest on the table in front of her; you catch Steve rolling his eyes as subtly as possible. Your Uncle clears his throat, getting your attention. “I am aware of your less than desirable behaviour, young lady.” He fixes you with a stare, giving you the impression that looking away would land you in a world of trouble “ Your school work is disastrous; you are rude and impetuous. I mean swearing at a teacher, your principal, no less! In my day, that would never fly. You're lucky your father didn’t beat the sense back into you long ago.” You flinched at the words, remembering Steves's face from earlier and understanding just what kind of man your Uncle was. Your father had a temper, but he had never been violent. “I understand from speaking with your father the conditions of your punishment whilst at home. You will be under the same conditions here. You will not leave this house without our express permission, you will not be out of this house any later than 10pm, you will not engage in any illegal activities, and most importantly, you will not make a spectacle of yourself in this town.”

As he lists the conditions of your sentence, you feel a flush creep up your neck and into your cheeks. You find yourself holding back tears, and whether they were borne of anger or sadness, you weren’t quite sure.

“I have a few conditions of my own.” He continued, “In this house, we earn our keep. You will have chores that will be completed to my standard without complaint. You may seek a summer job - should you be successful, the limits of your punishment will be renegotiated.” He finally takes a long sip of his beer, and your eyes slip down to the table. This is a side to your uncle you had never seen before, he was calm and collected, but you could sense the roiling storm under his words - the one that would break free should you disappoint him in any way. “Do we understand each other, Y/N?” You raise your eyes to meet his “Yes, sir” he gives you a curt nod and leaves the table. You understand from his mannerism that there will be no further conversation on the matter. Following Steve's lead you help to clear the table and take up position in the kitchen to do the dishes.

“He means it, you know”, Steves says as he scrapes leftovers into the trash, “huh?”, “His conditions,” Steve says with a raised eyebrow. “He’ll see them through.” His tone is sombre, but with an edge that you can’t ignore. You mumble and agree and nod as you dry the plate in front of you, returning it to the right cabinet once you’re satisfied. Steve continues, a little light entering his voice. “I mean, he is a man of his word. Nothing stronger than the Harrington word, y’know.” He’s preoccupied with scrubbing a baking dish. “He’ll follow through on that job promise. I took advantage of the same deal, if I’m honest.” You continue to dry and put away dishes quietly. “I could get you a job at Scoops if you’re interested. It pays crap, but it gets you outta the house” you consider it for a moment and flat him a smile. “Thanks, Stevie, but it doesn’t sound like my kinda thing. I’ll just be a house rat for the summer.” He nods as he hands you the last dish. “Besides, what’s a few weeks of solitude? Maybe I’ll get some reading done.” He huffs and runs a hand through his hair handing your the last dish of the evening. “Whatever floats your boat, lemme me know if you change your mind.” He pats the doorframe before leaving you with your thoughts. You sigh and lean against the counter, contemplating the lot life has handed you.

As you climb the stairs to bed, your mind swirls. You notice the creaks in the stairs, thinking about how in your own home, you knew the floors so well you could sneak in at 3am making less noise than a mouse. You would have a much harder time sneaking out of here. And even if you managed it, where would you go? The Harringtons were well known in Hawkins, and it was only a matter of time before everyone knew you were one of them. There would be no hiding in plain sight here. You stared at the bear on your pillow, itching to take its contents and release your stress, but Steves's words and your Uncle's threats echoed in your mind. No point risking it on night one.

You pick through the last of your things, a worn copy of ‘The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe’ at the bottom of your backpack. It had been your favourite growing up, but you hadn’t touched it in a few years. The thumb the pages, soft under your fingers. You remember the first time your mom read it to you. You had a nightmare about the Witch, and it was a while before she read it to you again. But it quickly became a favourite and fuelled your love of reading. You sit it on the nightstand and pull out the magazines you’d bought at the bus station. Flicking through them until your eyes got drowsy and falling asleep with the lamp on.

#Harrington!reader #Cousin!AU #Stranger things #eddie munson x reader #TW!abuse #steve harrington #st fanfic

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hood-ex · 3 years ago

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So from the looks of it..Robin and Batman #1 is so far better than Seeley’s Robins?

Robins #2 is mostly cringe. The character voices, for the most part, aren't the best. Some of the diction is siiigh. I don't like the implication that Dick and Tim are the goody two-shoes while Jason and Damian are the opposite. And even though Dick proved that he wasn't, it was weird how Jason and Damian acted so surprised about it.

The Robin and Batman #1 storyline is a bit more interesting to me. I think it shows a different view to Dick's grief for his parents while also showing his doubts about living with Bruce:

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I never should have gone with him. But what was the alternative? At least I’m not alone anymore. When I’m alone for too long, the ghosts come.

The line, "What was the alternative?" sticks out to me since Dick didn't have a choice in where he ended up. Depending on the iteration, it was either be taken in by Bruce or stay in the orphanage/juvie.

I think it makes sense for him to question his place in Bruce's life since he's still new to the manor and also having a rough patch with Bruce over being Batman's partner. At this point, he wouldn't see himself as Bruce's son. He would be viewing himself as Batman's upcoming partner. If Bruce takes away Robin from him then what is he to Bruce? What is he supposed to do?

(That was touched on in RYO when Dick ran away from home. “You don’t want a partner. And you don’t need a son. I’m sorry I failed you.”)

So I like to see him questioning his purpose in that way.

And then it all snowballs into something worse when Alfred suggests that maybe Dick can go out into the field in a few years, and Dick is like, "That's not why I agreed to come here! That was not part of the deal!"

It seems odd that Dick "agreed" to come to the manor. That doesn't match up with him having no say on where he was placed in some other iterations.

Unless it's like Dick's first appearance in comics where he agreed to help Batman, did that, and then Bruce was like, "So you wanna head back to the circus or what?"

And Dick was like, "Nah, mom and dad would want me to continue fighting crime. And I love adventure."

Robin definitely helped Dick feel like he had a purpose in the family (and in life) rather than just being the orphan Bruce took in but didn't really interact with (depending on the iteration). So I just think it's interesting that it's implied that Dick never would have agreed to come live with Bruce if he didn't get to help in Bruce's crusade. Referring to it as a "deal" he made is a bit odd.

ANYWAYS. Dick sewing a Robin costume is kind of fun if you imagine his mom or dad teaching him how to sew in case he ever needed to sew part of his circus costume or something like that. Or maybe even if Alfred had already taught him some basic sewing stuff. But him knowing enough to sew a whole outfit for himself is... maybe a little questionable sladkja. Maaaybe. Whatever. It's not like his handmade costume is his official one.

Killer Croc recognizing Dick's costume from the circus because he was part of the circus as The Monstrous Crocodile Man is... I don't even know, really. Actually, no. I do know. I think it's just another Gotham villain somehow getting personally tied to Dick's backstory unnecessarily. Dick's already got the Owls, Raptor, and Melinda. Now we're adding Killer Croc to the list? Aight. Regardless, I'm curious to see where Waylon's storyline in this issue is going.

Oh, and about the soldier thing. Bruce referring to Dick as a soldier is something I ignore at this point. It's been a word used to describe the Robins so many times, and I've gotten to a place where I'm mentally like, "Mhmm. Kay. Moving on."

All in all, some things about this are a bit questionable, but I'm looking forward to the next issue. It's interesting since it takes place around the time that Dick was newly orphaned. And it's nice for us to get an insight into how overprotective Bruce was in the early days (even if he does come off like a bit of an asshole in the process). The art is also a plus 👌🏻.

#also bruce reading dick's private journal and then getting all confused when dick got upset about it is just alksjda #like bruce i know you're an insanely intelligent man but sometimes i'm like Hm Are You Tho #Robins 2 #Robin and Batman 1 #tuesday spoilers #anon

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dynamightsfave · 4 years ago

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Best kept secret - JJ Maybank

(not my gif! credits to owner)

JJ Maybank x kook!fem!reader

summary: reader and jj have an argument and she says she needs space, only for jj to show the world how much she means to him the next day. bonus: a hot tub moment and a little blurb of the rest of s1 because i couldn’t help myself.

warnings: there’s curse words, mention of child abuse, mention of a few illegal activities (this is obx we’re talking about)

masterlist

***

There were two things everyone knew about JJ Maybank: 1, he appeared to flirt with every girl that had a heartbeat; and 2, he hated Kooks. Now here’s one thing nobody knew: he was dating Y/n L/n, the only child of the L/ns, one of wealthiest families in the whole island that was Outer Banks. A Kook. So, as it seems, he didn’t actually flirt with every girl, everyone just thought he did. He’s loyal, he wouldn’t dare cheat on his girl.

It all started when they were around ten years old. He was on the beach, crying over how his dad had once again beat him up, when someone sat down next to him. At first, JJ had been ready to look up at that person and tell them to fuck off, but when he saw her, looking at him with that beautiful smile of hers, the only thing he could do was gawk. Y/n had been taking a walk along the beach, looking for seashells when he saw his figure shaking on the ground. She just wanted to help.

Long story short, Y/n took care of JJ’s bruises and cuts —which turned into a usual thing over the years—, and they became friends in the process. Ten year olds make friends faster than a spoiled kook spends their money.

JJ became Y/n’s best friend in a matter of days, and he couldn’t believe he had actually made friends with a Kook. But he also knew that her family wasn’t the stereotypical kook family. Nope, Y/n’s grandparents —from both her mother and her father— had worked their asses off so that her parents could have the life she has now. In other words, she came from a long line of Pogues, and her family didn’t mind at all that she hung out with the Maybank boy. They gave him a job and everything.

The L/ns were good people, and everyone loved them, which led to poor Y/n being idealized as this nice girl that was a goody two shoes. Which she wasn’t. She was nice, sure, and she liked to help; but she also liked adventure and partying and having fun —she was a teenager, after all.

JJ and N/n started dating the summer before their sophomore year, and for a whole year, nobody knew. In fact, it was still like that. Y/n was like JJ’s best kept secret. The Pogues knew he saw her, because he worked for her parents, but they’d never known he was even friends with the girl, let alone her boyfriend. He didn’t want anyone to know.

In his mind, that would ruin her reputation —Y/n rolled her eyes every time he used that excuse. But she loved JJ, so she’d wait until he was ready to tell anyone other than her parents.

[...]

A knock on the window of her balcony made Y/n look up from her book. The outline of a person stood in the dark, and if she hadn’t memorized that figure a thousand times, she probably would’ve been scared. So she got up and opened the door, going back to her bed almost without looking back.

“I have two pages left of this chapter and I’ll be right with you, babe” she rushed, getting only the sound of the balcony closing as response.

Then, JJ fell on her bed, looking up at her ceiling. She only took one glance at him, but it was enough for her to forget her book. Her little lamp illuminated his face, and she wished she could say she had forgotten about the book because of how gorgeous he was. However, the bruises and dried blood that were on his face stood out more. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks wet and his nose red, twitching with every sniffle that came out of him. He looked up at his girlfriend slowly, and that was all she needed to hurriedly lay down next to him and pull his body into an embrace. He broke down again.

Y/n’s heart broke, and she tried not to cry, reminding herself she was supposed to be strong for him. So she just held him tighter, muttering sweet nothings to him and reminding him that he was okay, that she got him, passing her fingers through his hair.

They don’t know how long they stayed there, the boy shaking in the girl’s arms, but at some point, JJ‘s breath went back to normal, and Y/n looked down at him, pressing one more kiss to his hair. She felt him shuffle in her grip until his face laid next to her, and he kissed her.

“Thank you” he mumbled after the kiss.

“Hey, of course” she reassured him looking into his eyes “I love you”

JJ looked down, he couldn’t help but feel guilty every time she told him she loved him but he couldn’t say it back. She had told him millions of times that it didn’t matter, that she would wait until he was ready, but he could only wonder why it was so fucking difficult.

“Let’s clean you up a little, huh?” she pecked his lips one more time.

She stood up and entered her bathroom, to come out with the small box that was full of medical supplies she had bought for situations like this, that unfortunately happened more often than she liked. She sat behind him, lifting his head up and placing it on her lap.

“What happened this time?” she asked softly, brushing his hair out of his forehead and starting to clean the blood around the forming bruise.

JJ let out a huff and a hiss when the alcohol made contact with the cut.

“Please don’t be mad... I got arrested, again” he waited for her to make a comment, but nothing came, so he continued “Topper and Rafe jumped Pope when he was delivering some stuff, so he sunk Topper’s boat in return. I took the blame, ended up in jail, old man came to pick me up”

“You have to be more careful, J. I get that you were helping your friend, I am so proud of you for that, but at the rate you’re going, you’ll end up in jail or juvie for good” Y/n knew a thing or two about that, her dad was a lawyer, and her mother owned a company, so she needed to know about laws.

“But I’ll have you as my lawyer, and you’ll bail me out” he winked with a goofy smile.

“I’m serious, JJ. God, he got you good” she grimaced “You sure you don’t want to call child services?”

“N/n, I’ve told you a million times, I can handle it. You don’t have to worry” he leaned up and pecked her lips.

“You telling me not to worry isn’t gonna stop me from worrying, babe” she frowned, finishing his face “Do you have anything under that shirt?”

“A good eight pack of abs” he winked with a smirk, chuckling quietly when she rolled her eyes “Nah, he only got the face and arms this time. I’m fine, baby”

“How much is the fine? Don’t roll your eyes at me, JJ. I am gonna pay for that, no matter how much it is. If I don’t your dad will probably kick your ass again!”

“And I’ll be okay! I’m not gonna let you pay for my mistakes, Y/n”

“How much, JJ?” she greeted her teeth “C’mon, I just want to help you!”

“Why?”

“Are you seriously asking me why?” she incredulously asked back “Because I care about you, JJ! Fuck, I love you, you know that! I don’t want you going to jail or juvie or getting beaten up by your dad! So why won’t you let me help you?!”

By then, they were arguing, both standing up facing each other.

“I don’t want you paying for my mistakes” he repeated with a stern look “Plus, if you helped me, people would know about us”

“I still don’t know why that would be so bad. I don’t care of what people think of me. I never have, and I’m not gonna start now” Y/n stressed “You know, everyone in this goddamn island has secrets. And they all think they’re so well kept... Sarah Cameron’s dad is more dangerous than he appears, Sheriff Peterkins can be lured very easily, and there’s people out there that would kill to keep theirs. They all have secrets, but the only one that doesn’t make sense keeping is this one!” she motioned between the two of them “We’ve known each other since we were ten, and yet you’ve never even considered letting your friends know”

The blond didn’t answer, he just stood there staring at the floor. Y/n’s eyes were filled with tears. She just wanted to help him, was that so bad? He made it look like keeping the secret was a burden, when it was him that didn’t want it out.

“I don’t want it to be a secret anymore” she spoke after a moment.

“We’ve talked about this, N/n-”

“No. You didn’t understand what I was saying” she sniffled, packing up all the healing kit on her bed “I don’t want it to be a secret anymore. As in, you and I are not a secret anymore because there’s no more us” she told him, watching as his eyes widened in realization.

“Wha- No, c’mon baby don’t say that, you don’t mean it” he approached her, carefully taking her arm, tears welling up in his own eyes “I just- I can’t let you pay a 30K bill”

“You don’t want my help? Fine. I’m done helping you, for good” she tried to seem strong, but they could both see right through her mask “Please leave. Midsummers is tomorrow and my mother wanted me to get a good sleep”

“Don’t do this, N/n, don’t go to bed with us fighting” he pleaded. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Look, I don’t want to break up, we’re not doing that, I just need to relax. Give me a day, please.” she pleaded and got into bed, turning off the light.

Y/n closed her eyes tightly, whole body tensed to make sure she didn’t let out any sobs. She knew JJ was hesitating behind her, and she could perfectly picture him opening his mouth to try and say something, but then he just sighed and left how he had entered.

[...]

Midsummers. A party that happened at the country club every year, exclusively for Kooks to enjoy how rich they were. Even if the L/ns were probably the chillest Kook family there was, they were also members of the club. In fact, F/n L/n was the best lawyer the place had had in a very long time.

Usually, Y/n was all up for pretending for a day that she was just as much of a rich kid as the Thornton son so that the other families could get their annual “resident good girl vitamin”, but this year, she didn’t even feel like getting out of her bed.

After JJ left, she had let all the tears and sobs out, and fallen sleep on a soaked pillow. It was safe to say she was not in the mood for anything but stay wrapped up in her covers and cry, and her mother actually considered letting her stay, but then her father came and told her she needed a distraction. Unfortunately, he was right.

So, with her mom’s help, Y/n put on her midnight blue dress and matching sandals, letting her mother put on some light make up and a small flower crown —because apparently, that was what everyone was going for that year, a flower crown.

[...]

And that’s how she ended up in the club’s terrace, a cup of some liquor in hand and staring at the waves that crashed at the shore. Y/n usually kept to herself in these kind of events, she had never really loved any of the rich kids. She couldn’t believe how they could give themselves so much importance, like they were part of the English royal family or something. They were kids, for fuck’s sake! Maybe that’s why she never had a problem when talking to JJ, and why she liked to hear about his friends so much.

N/n had envied him for having a friendship that strong with someone else. The closest she had gotten to that other than with him was the Kook princess herself, but it only lasted for a couple of weeks. That’s how long the project for French had lasted, and when it ended, neither of them had enough guts to ask if they were going to continue being friends, so their friendship was limited to being nice and saying hi each time they saw each other.

There were very few kids in that party she actually liked. 3, to be exact, and one of them was a Pogue and other identified as one. Kiara Carrera, Pope Heyward and Sarah Cameron. And while she tried to act all nice to the people she didn’t like, she didn’t realize how the two Pogues’ conversation had somehow turned into her.

“She’s probably the only one in this whole party that’s not self-absorbed or a bitch” Kiara said, looking at her and not bothering to hide it.

“First thing she did when she got here was get a burger” Pope told her “And she like, made it herself. She told me I was too busy with the orders, and asked if she could make it herself; and after she did, she paid me twenty bucks!” he still couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“It’s a shame she keeps to herself. I mean, I’ve talked to her a couple of times, and she really is as nice and amazing as people say”

“Last year, I messed up an order and she literally took the blame. Said she’d been talking to me and distracting me, but she deadass just arrived”

The topic stayed on the L/n girl for a couple of more minutes, until Pope said some random fact and it changed completely. In the meantime, Y/n had realized she had forgotten to take out JJ’s ring from her middle finger, and was fiddling with it thinking about the night before. She bit her lip, choosing to down her drink and give it a rest, distract herself.

Night fell over Outer Banks, and Y/n was truly done with the party. Rafe Cameron had had the audacity to try and flirt with her, a couple of times, and because of that, now she was stuck to her mother’s side. She paid no mind to what M/n talked about with the other woman, looking around the people absentmindedly, a new glass of liquor in hand.

A mop of blond hair caught the girl’s eye. She’d recognize that head anywhere, but he had yet to realize he was being watched, too busy trying to act like he was supposed to be there. Y/n knew he wasn’t. Unfortunately for her, just as he passed by with a tray of drinks, the woman her mother was talking to stopped him.

“Bring me some more of this” she didn’t bother watching her tone or asking politely, and JJ’s jaw tensed for a second, nodding curtly.

He lifted his head to ask if the others in the small group wanted something too, and his eyes widened when they fell on her. “Goddess” was what came to mind when he saw her. He shook his head a little and gulped before asking. He’d been moping around since he left the L/n house, realizing he’d been an idiot.

“No, JJ, thank you” M/n smiled softly, letting him go.

He smiled gratefully back, eyeing Y/n once more before hurrying away. She knew that he was up to something, the poorly made flower patterned bow and the fact that he was definitely not supposed to be here, adding to the common knowledge that JJ Maybank was never up to any good, made her keep a close eye on him —and maybe she just wanted to watch him.

Thank God she kept an eye on him, because as soon as he was done giving Sarah some note, that she knew had something to do with her avoiding Topper all day long, Rafe and his goons came up to him. The Cameron boy held that stupid smile on his face, one that screamed “CAREFUL. This boy is dangerous”.

With an annoyed huff to herself, Y/n excused herself and walked to the nearest guard.

“Hey” she called, getting the man’s attention “See those boys right there? Yeah, the one dressed as a waiter is gonna run in a few seconds. I’ll give you a hundred bucks right now if you follow them and stop the pretty girls from doing something” she took the bill out of her wallet and offered it to him.

As soon as the guard took it, and after a nervous glance around with wavering smiles and shaky chuckles, JJ made a run for it. Y/n pointed at the boys running after him and ushered the guy to follow them.

Not even five minutes later, he came back with JJ in his hold, the teenager muttering all kinds of smartass comments. Y/n had to stifle a laugh, and although her mother reprimanded her softly, she could see a smile on her face too.

“What did he do this time?” the amused voice of her dad came from behind, making her let out an “eh...” accompanied by a shrug.

However, the L/n family seemed to be the only ones that found it amusing, because all around them gasps and muttering was all that could be heard.

“Whoo!” JJ suddenly exclaimed, and Y/n arched a brow in anticipation to whatever antics he was going to pull “It’s okay everybody! Do not panic, let’s leave it to the men and women in uniform, huh! Let’s hear it for them!” he continued, clapping, as the guard escorted him outside. Then he spotted Rose Cameron “Rose! You look like Lady Liberty, it’s good to see you again” the man turned him around, and he kept getting people’s food and drinks on the way.

“Let go of him!” Kiara came to the rescue, having all heads snap towards her as her parents tried to stop her, but she paid no mind “You can’t just boot him! I invited him here! I’m a member of this club!” she came up with all kinds of excuses, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile.

All of a sudden, JJ pushed the man that held him away, a rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“Ey! Mandatory Power hour at Rixon’s, Kie! Pope, that goes for you too!” the blond turned around, walking backwards “Workers of the world unite! Throw off your chains!” and then Y/n couldn’t hold it anymore, she started laughing.

JJ stopped for a second, his eyes falling on the grinning girl, looking incredible and like she was actually having fun in that place for the first time. The adrenaline kicked again. He saluted John B before turning back around again, this time pointing straight at the girl he loved.

“Hey, N/n!” he called, smiling brightly at her and ignoring the stares people were giving at him, most of hatred because “how dare this nobody troublemaker even look at their precious girl?!”. “You look absolutely stunning, but then again, you always do” his confidence grew when she bit down her lower lip and looked down to hide her smile, like she always did when he flirted with her “You didn’t want it to be a secret, right?” he arched an amused brow, with what she knew as his “challenge accepted” smirk “Everyone, I want you to know that I am helplessly in love with that girl over there! That’s right, Y/n L/n! I love you, gorgeous!” he blew a kiss her way and winked, smirk permanently placed on his lips as he urged his friends to go.

All the Kooks stared at the four carefree teens as they left the place, astounded. Y/n on the other hand, held a huge smile over her lips, and she felt invincible. M/n and F/n took their daughter’s hands, squeezing them in a happy manner. She giggled to herself a couple more times and then jumped, throwing a loud laugh to the air without caring how the others looked at her.

[...]

Later that night, Y/n parked her car right behind the Tannyhill property, where she knew Sarah would sneak out. Sure enough, she didn’t even have to wait five minutes when the girl came out.

“Need a ride?” she offered, startling Sarah.

“Shit Y/n! You almost gave me a heart attack” she placed a hand on her chest.

“Hop in, Cameron” she chuckled “You’ve got a Prince Charming to meet”

“How do you know?” she inquired, but still opened the door of the Jeep and got inside.

“I know a lot of the stuff that happens in this island. On both sides” she waved off.

“Okay, so I have a Prince Charming to meet, wat about you?” she wiggled her brows “What was that with JJ before, huh?”

“What I have is a crackhead idiot to talk to” she huffed with a smile, once again biting her lip as she thought of the events from the party.

Sarah arched a brow at her, but didn’t say anything.

[...]

Y/n spent around ten minutes leaning back against her Jeep before the Pogue van appeared van John B came out of it.

“Princess is on top of the tower, Prince Charming” she told him, and he jumped in his spot, making her chuckle “She’s waiting, dude”

“Thank you” he smiled; she nodded and ushered him out.

She approached the van, where three heads poked from the back door and the passenger seat.

“Hi, Kiara. Hey Pope” she waved with a soft smile, and they returned the gesture a little confused “JJ”

“N/n” he greeted, the confidence from before had washed off and now he wasn’t sure about he was supposed to act “What are you doing here?”

“Gave Sarah a ride so she could meet her Prince Charming” she jerked her head back “Thought it was the perfect excuse to see my crackhead idiot” she swayed back and forth on her feet with an innocent smile, as the blond had formed a perfect “o” with his mouth and a faint blush had settle on his cheeks “Rafe didn’t get you too hard, right?” she furrowed her brows this time, taking a step forwards in worry.

“U-Uh, no, I’m- Wait how do you know about that?” he stuttered, and the other two Pogues couldn’t believe what they were seeing in front of them.

JJ had never stuttered in front of a girl, never even faltered in his flirty behavior. When he had declared his love for the L/n daughter, they had thought it was a joke, but apparently it wasn’t.

“How do you think the guard knew where to look?” she arched her perfect brow at him, smirking when he gaped at her.

“I thought you were done helping me. For good. Thought you said you needed space” he muttered, looking down at his arms that were against the window.

“I thought you didn’t want anyone to know” she shot back “I also didn’t know you loved me” she added after a few seconds of her biting the inside of her cheek.

“Love” he corrected “I love you, as in present, right now” he looked straight into her eyes for a second, and then hesitated “Do you- do you still love me?”

“Still?” Y/n heard Pope whisper, only to be shushed by Kiara.

She paid no mind to them, focusing on JJ in front of her, as she smiled at him and nodded bashfully.

“I told you I loved you not even 24 hours ago, feelings like that don’t just disappear, dummy. Besides, I told you we weren’t breaking up” he grinned, quickly opening the passenger door and basically launching at her.

“I love you” he muttered into her neck, placing a kiss there “I love you so fucking much”

“I love you too” she answered in pure glee “You know what else I love? How you shouted it to all those Kooks! Did you see their faces?! Oh, they were glorious!” she tilted her head backwards laughing.

“I know! You were right, we should’ve done this sooner” he told her, earning a punch.

“And you realize that now?! What the hell, dude? I’ve been telling you for ages! This is just another proof that you need to listen to me more” JJ shook his head with a smile, leaning down to capture her lips in his.

“Okay, whoa, hold on” Pope interrupted again “How long has this been going on?”

“Us knowing each other or us dating?”

“Both!” Kiara exclaimed this time, unable to contain her smile.

“We’ve been best friends since we were ten, and we started dating a little over a year ago”

“How did we not know?!”

“N/n’s been my best kept secret since I met her. Nobody knew until now, but she’s been bugging me forever”

“It’s just so stupid the way you were worried about what they’d think! Who effing cares?!” Y/n shook her head, then looked at the others with a nervous expression “Hey, so umm... This might be out of place, and you can all say no, but uh... could I join you guys in your little treasure hunt? I don’t want a part of it, I just want the adventure. I-I could give you stuff you need and don’t have, that way you won’t have to steal it, o-or give you access to places...”

The three seemed to share an unspoken conversation, like the ones she had with JJ when they spent nights in the living room with her parents. Then, all at the same time, they smiled and nodded. She jumped forward, wrapping the other two in a hug. They laughed and hugged back.

“Welcome to the Pogues” Kiara smiled “I guess the “No Pogue on Pogue macking” rule is out the window now” she chuckled, as JJ passed his arm around his girl’s waist.

“Oh, you’ve no idea” he said, pressing her against his body, laughing softly when she hit him in the chest.

“I have to warn you. We’re not the only ones after the gold”

“How do you know?”

“She just knows stuff about what happens in the Outer Banks, you learn not to question it. I don’t even know how she knows about us going after it, I didn’t tell her”

JJ was right. Y/n knew a lot of stuff about a lot of people, and you just had to learn not to question it. It was like she had eyes and ears all over the place, but at the same time, she worked alone. People in Outer Banks all had secrets, and so did Y/n L/n.

bonus: hot tub moment + end of s1

The Pogues —plus Sarah and Y/n now— had found the gold!

They had to leave Kiara and Sarah on a boat together for a whole day so that they would make up, then sneak into the haunted house of an axe murderer, the girls almost had a chimney metal stick thingy speared through their heads, and then they got shot at —which apparently wasn’t the first time it happened, and Y/n almost killed JJ for not telling her— but they found it!

Unfortunately, everything seemed to go downhill from there. Their glory was short lived and when they went to sell the few gold gallons John had taken with him, they were set up. A shotgun pointed straight at the brunette at the wheel, and then they were all pressing themselves against the floor. JJ had not been happy with that. In fact, he’d been so furious, he’d driven them all to the guy’s house and stolen 25K from him.

“Here you go babe” he handed Y/n a stack of bills.

“J, you can’t do this” she carefully told him. She’d been with him inside the house and witnessed how he’d reacted to JB; she didn’t want to make it worse “I understand that you are mad, but stealing money from a drug dealer that pointed a gun at us is not a good idea”

The blond inhaled through his nose, his eyebrows meeting in the middle. He was sick and tired of being messed with, first by Kooks and now by the asshole that sold his dad coke. He wasn’t gonna put it back.

“We’re tired of your shit” John B told him, and from the corner of his eye he could see Y/n take a sharp breath.

“Oh, my shit?”

“Yeah, your shit”

“Your “pulling guns on people” shit” Kiara continued.

“You’re acting like a maniac!”

“Okay, hey! Let’s calm down a little, alright?” Y/n pushed herself to be in front of her boyfriend.

“I took the fall for you, Pope!” JJ ignored her “Know how much I owe because of you?”

“I was gonna pay you back!”

“I just did!” he hollered “Pay it back. Right here, right now, by myself. You know what? That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Go off by myself” he took the bag with the money and left, ignoring his girlfriend’s calls.

Y/n tried to go after him, but John B and Kiara got a hold of her and shook their heads.

[...]

“Maybe he’ll go home?” Sarah proposed.

They were all sitting on The Wreck, trying to decide what to do with the whole situation. They didn’t know what to do of JJ’s outburst, and they still hadn’t talked about how or when to take out the gold. Everything was a whole mess.

“There’s a 0% chance that JJ goes home” Pope assured.

However, the more Y/n thought about it, the more she was convinced JJ would go to his own house. She frowned at her hands, that rested in her lap, and then two more hands were placed on top of hers. She looked up to see the other two girls smiling at her, and she nodded with a smile.

“I don’t know about that, Pope. He said he just paid for restitution, and who is the person that was angriest at him for owing 30K?” she arched a brow, biting her lip. She was worried for the boy “I think he may want to prove Luke he can solve this... I’m gonna go look for him” she got up, ready to go search for her boyfriend.

“Hey, N/n” John B called “Be careful, okay?” he smiled softly at the girl.

It was incredible how easily the Pogues had let her in their group, honestly. She would’ve guessed they’d be as reluctant to her as they had been to Sarah, but there was none of that, and she was truly grateful for her new friends.

“I will”

First place she went to was JJ’s house. She approached the porch carefully, ringing the bell. A beat up and drunk Luke opened the door harshly, and looked her up and down.

“What do you want?"

”I’m looking for JJ” she told the man, and those words seemed to make him angry.

“That son of a bitch left a while ago, after he gave me this” he pointed to his nose and mouth, where dried blood stuck to it.

Without another word, Y/n backed away, basically running out of the property and getting on her bike. If Maybank father looked like that, who knew how Maybank son had. Now she really was scared and worried.

“Mom! Dad!” she burst inside her house, shouting for her parents “Lauren, Lauren hey!” M/n’s business partner and best friend came in her view from the kitchen, sipping on a coffee “Has JJ been here? Have you seen him today?”

“No sweetie, I haven’t. Is everything okay? Are you alright?” the woman had seen the teenager grow up, she was part of the family.

“I just, I need to find him” tears had started falling down her cheeks, and her breathing was getting heavier.

“Wait, honey, you need to sit down” Lauren got a chair and made Y/n sit down “Breathe, Y/n. What happened?”

“JJ, he- he and his friends had a fight, and he stormed out. I-I went over to his house looking for him, and his father opened up. He was bleeding, said JJ did that to him. If he has a busted lip, JJ is probably worse, and I need to know he’s okay” Y/n completely broke down in her aunt’s arms.

Lauren hugged her tightly, rubbing her back and trying to soothe her. They stayed like that for a little, until the teenager girl relaxed and got her breathing back to normal. She sniffled a little, meeting her aunt’s soft gaze and she nodded to let her know she was okay. Then her phone rung.

“Hello?” she answered, voice still a little shaky.

“N/n! We found him” Kiara didn’t sound very happy “He’s drunk at John B’s, and he’s wasted all the money”

“Hey! Don’t put it like that! I invested it!” JJ’s words were slurred and sounded distant.

“I’ll be there in ten” Y/n told her friend, and hung up “That asshole was getting drunk while I was over here worried about him!” she stormed out of her house, getting her car’s keys on the way out.

[...]

When Y/n got to John B’s, she jumped out of her Jeep, slamming the door behind her and followed the fairy lights —that she was positive were her boyfriend’s doing— to the part of the Chateau where you could see the water.

“Stop being emotional!” she heard JJ exclaim.

“What’s going on?” she asked, seeing Kie and Pope’s distraught faces.

The blonde boy in the Jacuzzi let his head fall and muttered a “shit”. Even drunk he knew that he was about to hear it from his girlfriend. Kie and Pope had barely taken their eyes off of him to look at the newly arrived girl. Pope motioned for her to go over to them. So she did, and he heard her gasp when she saw his front.

“Don’t say anything, please” JJ tried to keep his voice steady, but it cracked “I know what you’re gonna say, and-”

Y/n shook her head and hurried over to him, getting in the water without caring about her shoes or clothes. She just needed to hold him, and when she put her arms around him, he hunched over, pulling her closer and finally reaching breaking point.

“I can’t handle him anymore... I was going to kill him” he cried into her shoulder “I just wanted to do the right thing”

“I know, baby” she assured him, feeling another two pairs of arms wrap around the two of them “It’s gonna be okay, I promise”

Like she had done with her aunt before, they all stayed there for a while. When JJ calmed down, and Y/n was sure she wouldn’t start crying again when seeing his front, they all pulled away, and she led him to the guest room. She made him lay down and wait for her as she took the med kit from the bathroom. It wasn’t the box she had in hers that was specifically made to treat him, but she’d make it work.

After that, she threw herself next to him, and pulled the covers over the both of them. JJ shifted until he was able to rest his head on the crook of her neck, passing his arms around her frame and pulling himself closer to her as she tangled their legs together and put her hand in his hair, massaging his head and tracing patterns on his arm with her other hand.

“I still don’t wanna call child services” he muttered after a few moments “I don’t want him going to jail”

“I know” Y/n said, her voice as low as his “But I’m not letting you go into that house alone ever again. From now on you either sleep at mine, or here”

“You’re giving me a free card to sleep with you every day?” a small smirk made its way into his features “What would your parents think?” Y/n scoffed.

“Okay, first of all, there’s plenty of guest rooms I can leave you in. But you already had that free card. You’ve had it since we were ten. And you know that my parents don’t actually care if you stay, they’re even more relaxed when you do. They care about you, J”

“I know... Your parents are the best” he nuzzled his face in her neck, leaving a kiss. Y/n sighed and smiled when she felt his nose nudging her “Hey babe?” she hummed “I love you. A lot. Thank you for not leaving me”

“I love you a lot too. Don’t you ever thank anyone for something you deserve. You deserve the world; you hear me?” she propped herself up a little, taking his face in her hands and looking straight into his blue eyes.

She kissed him softly to convince him that he in fact deserved so much more than what life had given him. After she pulled away, she pecked his lips again and looked into his eyes again. He smiled and nodded, and Y/n rested her back once again, feeling JJ go back to his previous position too, and they drifted to sleep.

[...]

Things only seemed to get worse and worse for the group of teenagers. Their biggest problem was Ward Cameron, Sarah’s dad. Y/n knew he was dangerous; she didn’t know it was this bad. The guy was a power hungry, manipulative psycho.

He had killed Big John, then tried to kill John B, taken all the gold and tried to kidnap his daughter and take her to the Bahamas, only to end up not leaving Kildare County because his son fucked up big time. Rafe Cameron had shot and killed Sheriff Peterkin, and the two had blamed it on John B.

So now the teenager had a bounty on his head and was running around the Outer Banks.

“You think they’ll get out in time?” Y/n chewed on her lip as she watched The Phantom get into the water.

JJ had had to go back into his house to get the keys, and as promised, Y/n hadn’t let him go in alone. She’d stood in the corner of the living room as a drunk Luke Maybank hugged his son and raved about school.

Y/n stood on the ground as Pope and JJ lowered the boat into the water. She had a scratch on her cheek from the fight with Rafe and Barry they just had, and her arm already had a bruise that looked like a hand, along with more scratches on her elbows. Next to her, Kiara also had a hand bruise, only hers was placed on her neck, from Rafe’s attempt on choking her before Pope had showed up and hit him with a metal pole.

“JJ says the boat runs like none other, so they should be good. They just have to get here” as if on cue, a car sounded from the road.

“Baby girl, Kie, get over here. That’s a police car, in the boat” instead of listening, the girls squinted their eyes at the driver’s seat “Girls! C’mon!”

“Is that...”

The car came to a stop, and surprisingly, John Booker Routledge came out of it.

“Nice ride, right?” he exclaimed with a teasing smile “Shoupe lend it to me” he laughed, going to hug Kiara.

“I’ll believe that for now” she answered.

“Where’s Sarah?” the boy of the day asked once he was on the boat “She said we’d meet here”

“She uh- we haven’t seen her, John B” Y/n softly laid the news to him “You have to leave without her. Quick, the police are gonna be here any minute”

“She’s right, JB” Pope told him, but he was no longer listening.

JJ explained to him what he had to do once he got out, but John B could only focus on the empty road, hoping his girlfriend would suddenly appear running from the corner. But she didn’t. Still, he had to go. He turned to look at his friends one last time.

“Hey, I-I-I’m sorry” he breathed “For, you know, dragging all of you down with the gold hunt and basically throwing us off a cliff”

“John B yo- we were bound to fall off a cliff at some point” JJ smiles, pulling the other three closer “I’m glad we did it our way. Pogue Style” the Pogues chuckled, and Pope nudged Y/n.

“You’re a Pogue too now, N/n”

“That’s right! For life” John B nodded “I love you guys”

“We love you too. Now leave!”

“We’ll see you in two months down in Mexico”

The Phantom left the docks, and the four friends watched it disappear. Y/n left for the car, wanting to call her parents with JJ on her tow. F/n and M/n had called her earlier, and she could only rush her words, telling them that she and JJ were okay and that they needed to help John B, because he was innocent, then hung up. Her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, propping his chin on her shoulder and placing a kiss on her cheek. He nudged her softly and gestured forward. Kiara and Pope were kissing. N/n smiled and bit her lip, happy for the two.

But, sirens were heard from the end of the driveway, and soon police cars were piled up in front of them. JJ’s grip on Y/n’s tightened, and he pushed her behind him, maintaining his hand on her. Shoupe climbed out of the front car, and sighed at the group, gun up.

“Where’s John B?” he interrogated, as if he genuinely believed they’d tell him. When he didn’t get the answer he wanted, he moved forward and told them to put their hands up “JJ Maybank, I see you’re living up to the name”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n immediately snapped, narrowing her eyes at the officer.

“Y/N L/n? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m hanging out with my boyfriend and my friends” she told him without hesitating “Don’t look at me like I’ve gone to the dark side, Shoupe. You don’t know me; you just see what you want to. Like everyone else” she scoffed “You gonna cuff me too or what?”

“Careful with how you treat her, asshole” JJ growled at the guy that cuffed her.

They were taken to a carp near the bay, just as the storm broke into Outer Banks and told to wait. They were all a wreck of nerves, Y/n could hardly sit still, and was trying to stay calm so that her gradually angrier boyfriend next to her wouldn’t try anything or pull something stupidly reckless. Her leg bounced up and down on her spot, until a hand landed on her thigh. JJ squeezed her thigh, and gave her a try of a reassuring smile, but she knew that he too was scared for their friends.

At some point of the night, the lights started functioning again, and suddenly everyone outside the carp started shouting. The Pogues all tensed and jumped up from their seats, trying to look outside and get a glance at what was happening.

“They’ll get out in time” Pope affirmed curtly.

“Yeah, The Phantom is the best there is. She’ll get them out safe” JJ went along. Kiara and Y/n nodded nervously, hoping that if they all just agreed on that, Sarah and John B would really be safe.

But their prayers weren’t answered.

“What do you mean you lost them?!” Pope shouted, bringing Y/n back to the real world.

Next thing she noticed was JJ jumping away from her loose grip and lunging at Shoupe. She should’ve gone after him, tried to stop her, but she couldn’t register how to move. Sarah and John B were lost at sea... they had driven them into the storm. Around her, Y/n could hear Kiara’s sobs and JJ’s angry shouts, along with Pope’s also angry voice trying to get answers. Then, she felt the tears falling down her own cheeks, and she forced herself to move forwards.

“Let go of him” she muttered at the officers “Please, he won’t try anything”

“You heard her. Let me go” he yanked his arms away from them and wrapped them around her frame.

They didn’t last long, they immediately broke down, only letting go to join Pope and Kiara in a group hug.

“Kiara!”

“Pope!”

Their parents had arrived. Kiara and Pope broke away from the embrace, falling into their parents’ arms and sobbing harder. Still joined, JJ and Y/n hugged each other tighter. Y/n looked up at him, and placed her hands on his face, bringing him down to a salty, quivering kiss.

“Y/n, JJ!” the L/ns entered the carp, barreling into the two teenagers.

“Mom, they’re lost” the girl cried into her mother’s arms, shaking her head as M/n and F/n did their best to calm her and JJ down.

The night ended with those two falling asleep in her bed. Dried tears in both their faces and arms tightly holding each other, even in their sleep. They didn’t know what would happen next with their summer, they had no idea what happened with Sarah and John B, but they surely hoped for the best.

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Brittany and Puck

no one asked, I asked myself to do this

before glee

they are best friends since kindergarten

When they were kids Puck used to get in a lot of fights because he kicked Brittany’s bullies asses

They were a couple of rebels and they had adventurous souls. They built a tree house in Brittany’s backyard and they wrote “Britt + Puck 4ever” in the tree trunk with a knife

One day, Puck was on his way to Brittany’s house and he found a baby cat sleeping in trash can. He took him to Brittany’s house (because she loves cats) and he said to her “I introduce you Lord Tubbington”

They gave him food and a bath because he was so dirty and Brittany made cupcakes for Puck to thank him

They were each other’s first. And I don’t care if they said that someone else was their first on the show. this is true

When they were 13 they promised that if they were alone age the age of 30, they would marry each other

season 1

Brittany and Puck actually thought that glee club could be fun but Puck didn’t want people to make fun of him

Britt was so happy when he joined and she was the main reason why he joined the glee club

They practiced together all the time but before the glee club they already danced and sang together just for fun

season 2

Britt was sad when he was in juvie and she sent him letters everyday (Idk if this is even a thing but yes)

He kept all of her letters

She shaved his head when the mohawk disappeared

He knew about Brittany’s feelings for Santana. She didn’t tell him but he just knew

But he knew she was bi of course

Puck sings to her whenever she feels sad

He made the Fondue For Two introducing video

season 3

They studied together - obviously

Puck wanted to graduate so bad but he was worried about leaving Britt alone. He made Sam promises that he would take care of her

In Senior Ditch Day Puck made dinner for Britt and they ate it at the tree house. He decorated it with string lights and fluffy pillows

Both of them sang a goodbye song to each other and they cried when Britt gave Puck a friendship bracelet with her name and showed him her own bracelet with his name

all of my friendship headcanons include friendship bracelets yes

They are the biggest Klaine stans and they talk about them all the time at lunch in school

season 4

They FaceTime everyday

Puck was the first person who Brittany called when Santana broke up with her

He went home that weekend and they had a sleepover in the tree house. He sang for her like he did when she was sad

Puck told Sam that he would kick his ass if he ever made Brittany cry

He loves Brittana the most but he liked her best friend with his bro

Puck and Brittany were so sad when Kurt and Blaine broke up. Puck cried

He was so proud when she went for MIT. He cried again

Brittany told him that she didn’t like it and he tried to sneak in and get her out of there but he couldn’t I don’t why

season 5

When Puck left Lima to go to the Air Force after the quarterback, he went to MIT before joining the army. Brittany was so sad about Finn too and they cried together for an entire week.

Brittany encouraged him to go to the Air Force because she always knew he could fly and maybe prove that Pegasus exists

Puck believed in magical creatures too

They talk everyday

Brittany was so happy when he and Quinn get back together because she knew that he always loved Quinn

season 6

They were so happy to be at McKinley together again

Puck was so exited about Brittana’s weeding

When the girls went to choose their wedding dresses, Brittany kept sending him photos with the dresses on in the closet because he wanted to help her choosing the dress. Hello??? He was her bestie

Puck, Sue and Brittany have a group chat called “Klaine 4ever ❤️” and they share their love for the couple there. They send gay memes and Klaine pictures

Puck was part of their plan because they were his dream too

He cried during the wedding

after I lived

Brittana and Quick are neighbors

Brittany and Puck built a tree house for their kids and their backyards are just one (like a common backyard)

Santana and Quinn just thought that was so cute and they just sit in their chairs, with their sunglasses on, and watched them working and bringing them beers when they needed one

Puck cried when Brittany’s son, Finn, was born

He taught him how to play football

He still sings to her when she’s sad

They built the tree house for their kids but they actually use it more than the kids

All of them have family dinner at Saturdays and they play games and watch movies

They still have the friendship bracelets

asked by -> literally no one

-> glee headcanons

send me a character/couple/friendship and I’ll tell you my ✨headcanons✨ about them

#glee headcanons #no one asked for this but there you go #this is wild and I just created a whole new show #brittanypierce #noah puckerman #I NEED A NAME FOR THEM #they are exactly like this in my mind #don’t judge me #some of these things are impossible because they barely interacted #but they were best friends #no one can change my mind

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I had an idea for a possible young avengers’ storyline in the MCU. So I decided to post it here. I know nobody asked for it, and most likely nobody will read it. But I wanted to post it somewhere, so who cares?

This is an idea based on what we already know is gonna happen in the MCU as well as some speculations.

Now these are just a bunch of ideas that I think would be interesting to see happen in the MCU for the YA. I have no idea if anything like this is gonna happen. At all.

First, I would like to point out that I am a huge YA fan. They were my first superhero comic ever. So, I would love for the MCU to adapt them as close to the source as possible. But I know that is not happening. So, let´s move on to the “plot”.

So, for starters, let´s answer the biggest YA question right now. Iron Lad. I think we aren´t getting Nate Richards as Iron Lad. Rather, I believe we are getting Harley Keener as Iron Lad. Now I could be wrong, and all this would be useless, but I don´t think Marvel would do such a complicated time travel storyline like Nate´s. Add to that Harley´s appearance on Tony´s funeral, and I think he will most likely will become Iron Lad.

The other option would be for Ironheart to take his place. And nobody really wants that to happen. It would be dumb and insulting. So, between no Ironheart, and Harley as Iron Lad, (knowing he has no personality yet, and therefore can be given Nate´s personality), the only option to take is the second one.

With that in mind, here is how I would turn Herley into Iron lad:

1) Give him Nate´s personality, trading his obsession with time travel, for science.

2) Make him responsible for the first big YA villain. Which one? Ultron. More specifically, his return with a new body.

How Harley would make that? Well let´s return to infinity war for that. We know Shuri downloaded most of Vision during the movie. I think it would be interesting if Tony salvaged what she did download of him, and rebuild Vision, as an AI, without his emotions. At this point, I think it would be interesting if Harley was on an internship on Stark industries. Like the one Peter said he had, except a real internship. We know Tony pushed himself away from most of the world between IW and Endgame. But what if Harley was the exception? Tony set up his internship so that Harley could have a good future, and kept watch over him. That would explain his presence in the funeral. Even if he was far from Tony, they kept a connection through science.

Now, let´s move to Endgame. If Tony rebuild Vision, why was he using FRIDAY? Simple, he wasn´t done yet. Maybe he had just finished it and didn´t have time to start it. Or maybe he didn´t even finish rebuilding Vision, Harley did it.

Now, where is Vision then? I think it would be interesting to contrast Harley to Peter Parker here. While Peter is Tony´s legacy on superheroics, I think Marvel should make Harley Tony´s legacy in science. And that is why I think Tony could have given Vision to Harley. And contrasting Peter to Harley, gave the latter access to Stark Industries scientific/information resources, while Peter got more access to resources that could be used for superheroics. Now, I know MCU Peter is a scientist too, but differently from comic´s Peter, that is not his big thing. Harley, on the other hand, is much more of a scientist/builder.

If I could touch one both of their storylines, then I would move Harley´s into a hero´s jorney, while I would slowly make Peter more of a scientist/builder. But that is just me.

Anyway, like this, Harley would have both access to Vision, and access to Stark Industries resources, which he could use to build Ultron´s new body. How that happens? After Tony´s death Ultron pretended to be a human, and talking to Harley online, influenced him into helping Ultron create an even better body than Ultron ever could. Then influenced him into creating a prototype, just to prove they could do it. And that was enough for Ultron. He took over the prototype, and flew away from Harley´s lab, went into hiding, and slowly upgraded his prototype body, according to Harley´s project.

Harley, ashamed, hide this and decided to take care of Ultron himself. Now it´s important that I think both Harley and Tony didn´t want the boy to become a superhero. Which means maybe Harley promised Tony he wouldn´t do it. However, he has to break his promise, and for that, creates a new suit of armor, based on Tony´s own armor, and his new Ultron project.

With access to an Iron man type of armor, and an objective, Harley realizes that he can´t defeat Ultron alone. So he uses a hidden file on Vision (left behind with express orders to only be used in extreme emergencies), the avengers fail-safe program. A program made to find youngsters with ties to the avengers who could become new avengers in the future.

Harley finds 3 close candidates: Eli, Billy and Tommy.

Now, moving on to these 3, Tommy and Billy would appear in doctor strange 2, but still end up dying, and being resurrected. Billy is close and Harley recruits him. Tommy is in Juvie, and therefore Harley can´t reach him. How Vision found them? Once Hex!Vision connected to White!Vision, he also connected to AI!Vision. At that point AI!Vision was able to keep tabs on the boys. He learned they had superpowers, as well as the signature energy for those powers. So, once AI!Vision found said energy signatures, he put them on the program.

Eli shows up in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, where I would use the Truth storyline. Now, I think Tony (or maybe only JARVIS) could end up finding out the truth about Isaiah, and decided to keep an eye on the Bradley family, even if just to protect them. I would end Eli´s storyline in TFATWS with him getting shot to save Bucky, and getting the blood transfusion from his grandparent. Which would put him in in the program again, since AI!Vision would predict him getting super soldier powers.

Iron Lad, Asgardian and Patriot form the first version of the young avengers. They start training, but not superheroing yet, while Harley looks for Ultron. The other boys don´t know he helped Ultron rebuild his body. Just that he found out Ultron was still alive somehow. Their first adventure happens in secret invasion.

Moving to Captain Marvel 2, we already know the enemy is gonna be the religious skrull. I would also use the movie to introduce Teddy. Basically the movie starts with us fiding out, in a flashback, that Mar-vell had a son, Genis-Vell. He fell in love and had a son with the princess of the skrull. Except he had to abandon them, in order to hide their existence from the kree. When her child was still a baby, the princess´s ship was attacked, and she was killed. She was able to give her son, Dorrek VIII, to her handmaiden, so he could be hidden. The handmaiden went to earth, and sought refuge with Talos´ people, not telling anyone the boy´s real identity. She raises him as a human boy.

At some point in Captain Marvel 2, we find out about a prophecy that tells Dorrek VIII will turn the Skrull into an Empire, and that said Empire will start on earth. Therefore, the new wants to capture earth to ensure that will happen. We are introduced to “alien” magic, which Monica confirms is like earth´s magic. The queen is defeated and then religious skrull decide to go after their prophecised emperor.

They find Teddy on earth, when he starts using his powers for Greg. He fights with Greg tho, and ends up in a bad place. The skrulls appear before him in the middle of a school day, and try to get him to join them, except he refuses. Billy is present for that, and calls for Harley and Eli, so they can help Teddy, thinking it´s a kidnapping. They “rescue” Teddy.

The religious skrulls end up revealing their presence on earth, alongside their violent intentions, and start a takeover of the planet. Secret Invasion starts. The boys help Teddy escape the skrulls, even releasing Tommy out of juvie, in order to have more firepower. Billy and Teddy start a romance. Teddy, at some point, takes the form of his favorite avenger, the Hulk, and discovers his super strength. Secret Invasion ends, and Fury helps hide the boys´ identity, including Teddy´s. He helps close the juvie that made experiments on Tommy. He also promises to keep watch over them.

They become the young avengers.

Hawkeye ends with Kate mentioning her sister´s wedding.

Ant-man 3 ends up with Cassie having a suit build for her, so she can travel through the quantum realm. She is forbidden from using the suit after it, and from becoming a superhero. She steals the suit anyway.

Young Avengers movie starts with Jessica Jones being hired to investigate the boys, who have started superheroing for real after the end of secret invasion.

The boy´s try to stop and attack on Kate´s sister wedding. The attackers have special weapons that incapacitate them. Kate saves the boys.

Close to the place where the wedding happened, Cassie, who was looking for the boys to join them, meets Kate, who also wants to join the team. They also find Jessica, who tries to convince them to give up being superheroes, given her experience. She realizes she can��t convince the girls, and decides to help them find the boys, thinking they will be safer in a bigger number. Jess, being Jess, finds them easily. The boys answer they are busy, since they realized the wedding was a trap. Harley says it was probably a trap from Ultron, who figured out what Harley was doing.

They decide to go after Ultron, since he is probably doing something big at that moment, hence, the trap.

Now, this is where things get fun, since I would mix up the children´s crusade storyline, with the “kang” storyline.

My idea would be for Ultron to have learned about magic, since he was connected to AI!Vision, who learned the truth behind Wanda. Ultron realized he couldn´t do shit alone, so he joins up with whoever is the villain from doctor strange 2. Now, for this, I would use Mephisto as the villain.

Now, I think Wanda won´t go bad, after the multiverse storyline. She will end up in a horrible place, but will remain a superhero. At the start of young avengers, she ends up in NYC.

Ultron and Mephisto set up a trap for her, and joining technology and magic, are able to take control of her. Or at least try to. The boys find them and start trying to free Wanda, who is passed out. The girls show up and join in saving Wanda. However, they still lose, since they had set up traps for the boys in case they appeared.

They disappear. Not before Harley is able to hack into Ultron and find out their plan. They wanted to use Wanda to cast a spell that would kill all humanity (for Ultron) and would give their souls to Mephisto. They came up with the spell together, and kept it inside Ultron´s memory. Harley stole the spell and erased it from Ultron’s memory.

The young avengers go to their hideout, where Harley explains what he found out. He decides to use the spell as bait, in order to save Wanda.

The villains, in control of Wanda, find the young avengers. They start losing, because of Tommy´s speed. Mephisto uses his power´s along with Wanda´s and they resurrect Pietro, another speedster, to fight against Tommy. The young avengers flee.

They decide to find out more about Wanda, and end up in westview, after Harley probs AI!Vision. They find out about what happened in there, at which point AI!Vision finishes explaining the truth about the twins. (This point could be used to have Ralph tell he is actually Simon Williams, and have him turn into Wonder Man in some way, I actually have a whole idea about how this could happen). Ultron and Mephisto find them. The YA runs away.

Cassie leads them to the pym laboratory. They explain what is happening, and Scott berates Cassie. They end up being found again.

At some point, Billy undoes Wanda´s magic control over Pietro, and he joins the kids.

Ultron and Mephisto realize they need to take the kids seriously, and get more violent.

The YA tele-transport again, but are intercepted by Doctor Strange, who noticed the insane amount of magic being used. They explain the situation to him.

Mephisto and Ultron remember they are heroes, and decide to attack New York to make them come out of hiding. Now, I hate the “save New York, save the world” trope. But seeing as most of the YA are from New York, this is one of the few situations where it would fit well. Mephisto releases a horde of demons on New York.

A final battle starts. Ultron steals the spell back from Harley. Wanda starts casting the spell. Agatha says she believes Tommy and Pietro´s powers have some sort of magical nature. They can bend time, and because of it, they can cancel out magic. Therefore, after the spell is activated, they circle Wanda and keep the effect of her spell inside.

The avengers from the D+ shows appear to help.

They divide into 3 teams. One to defeat Ultron. One to Defeat Mephisto. And one to stop Wanda.

They realize Wanda´s spell can´t be stopped, since only the caster can stop their spell. However, Billy can undo Wanda´s spell (when he released Pietro from her control), maybe because his powers come from hers.

He doesn´t know how to do it tho. Strange tells him to release his magic, and the other spellcasters will mold it to undo Wanda´s spell. Billy does so, but ends up losing control. We have the iconic YA vol. 2 scene, where Teddy helps Billy control his magic (in a perfect world, they would end up kissing in this scene).

The spellcasters use his power to undo Wanda´s magic. That also undoes the control over her. They all converse on Ultron and Mephisto.

Hawkeye realizes Mephisto has messenger demons. Teddy turns into one and takes him down by surprise.

Ultron builds a shield around himself, and tells the heroes he still has a second plan. He has control over the nuclear nukes on the world, and he will activate them. Eli tells him they have a Cassie. She appears inside the shield and stomps on Ultron, winning the day.

Of course, I also have many other ideas for specific character storylines. But I am tired of writing, and might add them on another day.

IDEK why I wrote this actually. I guess I just wanted to share it somewhere.

#young avengers #marvel #MCU #billy kaplan #wiccan #Teddy altman #hulkling #tommy shepherd #speed #harley keener #Kate Bishop #hawkeye #Cassie Lang #stature #jessica jones #ultron #mephisto

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