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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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Always a Ploy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Y/N is often used as a ploy to catch the perpetrators and it drives Spencer crazy

A/N: I’m always adding new one shots for Reid so if you’d like to be tagged lmk!

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Y/N

I sway my head from side to side, playing music in my head to distract myself from the fact that I'm freezing. 'Stand and wait on the side of the house' Hotch ordered. 'I'll give you the go-ahead soon' he promised. Ten minutes later, Reid and I are still waiting for the said go-ahead. At least Reid gets to be in normal clothes for the desert at night. I'm yet again being offered up as a ploy and in Morgan's mind, a door-to-door saleswoman would wear a dress when the weather is supposed to be low sixties, the wind not included.

"Honey, you're killing me. Are you sure you don't want my jacket?" Reid offers again for the third time in the last five minutes.

"Yes." My breath escapes between my teeth. "I'm fine. Plus, we won't have much time once Hotch gives the signal." I shake my limbs to remain warm.

“Wait for my command," Hotch announces into our earpieces. "We lost sight of him in the window. We suspect he’s headed to the basement.”

I shake my head. “Screw this. I’m going in.”

“No, you’re not!”

“They’re children! One more minute with that monster is another minute of trauma!” I move to step around the house and toward the front door.

Reid slips his gun back onto his belt and grabs my wrist to stop me. He yanks me back and pins me against the cool wooden panels of the house. I open my mouth to argue and he covers my mouth. He whispers frantically, “Baby, baby, listen to me. I can’t let you in there!" I wiggle in his hold. “Stop fighting me.”

“Y/N, you may proceed," Hotch announces, giving me the go-ahead.

Reluctantly, Reid has no choice but to let me go. His hand falls from my mouth slowly, but he keeps me pinned and stares into my eyes warningly. “Don’t do anything reckless!"

I smirk and slip out from under him. “You should know me better than assume I’d listen.”

“Y/N, I’m serious!” He whispers, aggravated.

“So am I." I send him a wink as I step out from beside the house.

The lights from the living room pour out of the window onto the dry dirt yard. I take a minute a toss my hair to one side and yank the dress down to reveal more of my chest.

Spencer

I watch from the shadows as Y/N adjusts herself to speak with the suspect. I hate it when she does this. I understand that Hotchner and everyone agrees that it works, but their opinions don't make any less uncomfortable. My own girlfriend is being used as a ploy, expected to flont herself to earn the trust of serial killers or rapists.

Morgan appears beside me and squeezes my shoulder. “Don’t get hostile, Boy Genius.”

“She’s doing it on purpose,” I grumble, gesturing to Y/N.

“I know, I know.” He sighs. "But she's just doing her job. It's all pretending to her too," he assures me. "She's into you, man."

Y/N

I ring the doorbell and rock on my heels, making the panels of the porch creak. Suddenly, the door swings open to reveal a worn-down middle-aged man in dirty overalls.

“I don’t want to join any religion," he grumbles. He goes to slam the door shut, but I block it with my hand.

“Neither do I,” I voice softly with a smirk. I step forward to stand on the threshold. “But maybe you’d like to sit down and talk about your finances? Have you been keeping track of where you’ve been putting your... assets?” I scan the man up and down with my eyes until I meet his gaze.

Spencer

As we listen to Y/N flirt with the suspect, Morgan chuckles quietly next to me.

I elbow him in the stomach. “It’s not funny.”

“She sounds like Jessica Rabbit,” he jokes, only irritating me more.

There's creaking on the porch, followed by the front door squeaking shut. He's let her in.

Y/N

The place is an utter wreck. There have to be at least a dozen cats, hundreds of old newspapers scattered everyone, and it smells of feces. I sit down on the worn and ripped plaid couch next to the old man. I wear my best smile, though inside I'm screaming.

“Now, let’s begin. What bank do you currently use?” I ask, gripping my fake leather finance binder.

The man shifts closer to me. “Chase.”

I note now that he's missing at least five teeth. I nod. “They are great to their members, but we something broader... larger in size," I chose my words intentionally.

Abruptly, there's a high-pitch scream from within the house, making both of us freeze.

“What was that?” I ask, searching the surrounding area.

“My daughter is upstairs playing!" He rushes out and scoots closer to me. Boldly, he places his hand on my bare knee. "What was that you said about size?” He grins and begins to glide his hand up slowly.

I swallow hard, my eyes on his hand. I try to ease it off. “Sir, please-“

He lifts his hand off my knee and brings it to my shoulder. He tries to urge me to lay down. “Come on, sugar. I’ll pay you for your time. Your supervisor won’t have to know.”

I reach underneath my dress and whip out my gun, pointing it directly between his eyes. “FBI, down on the ground!”

His eyes grow wide and his jaw nearly hits the floor. “What!”

The S.W.A.T. team barges into the house, all yelling over each other. They march deeper into the house and into the basement where we know the children are. Hotchner appears in the foyer with Reid and Morgan. Soon, Prentiss and JJ are close behind.

Reid yanks the man off of me and tosses him onto the ground on his knees. He handcuffs him and pulls him to his feet. “No means no, asshole!”

“She was asking for it," the suspect huffs as he's dragged off toward the foyer.

Reid laughs mockingly. “Doubtful consider she just has to go to me for that."

Morgan kneels in front of me. “You okay?”

I nod weakly. “After every time I just feel gross.” I shake out my arms with a shiver.

“He’s a disgusting man. I’m sorry he touched you.”

“Part of the job.” I shrug. “At least I know how to defend myself. There are so many women who don't."

Morgan nods. "Maybe you can take your experiences and help those women."

Now there's an idea.

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I lean against the car with JJ and Prentiss as the S.W.A.T. team and members of C.P.S carry the little girls out of the basement and into ambulances. It's a bittersweet sight. Morgan and Reid step out of the house once the last child is removed. Morgan pats Reid on the back with a chuckle as they approach us.

As soon as they reach us, Reid takes my hand and leads me to a tree a few feet away from the car. When we have some privacy, he starts to apologize. “Look, I’m sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have grabbed you and covered your mouth. I didn’t know-“

I cut him off, reaching up and bringing my lips to meet his with a quick peck. His hands rest on my waist and I break from him.

He blinks rapidly, taken aback. “I thought you’d be mad.”

“Oh I was pissed in the moment. Now, it’s just hot," I grin, wrapping my arms around his waist.

He smirks. “Noted.”

“I didn’t know you could move so quickly, Reid,” I giggle. “And what you said to the perpetrator when you arrested him!”

He chuckles, “yeah I may have been a little heated in the moment. In my defense, he did touch you! Okay, that was not a part of the plan!”

“I appreciate the protectiveness,” I assure him with a laugh.

He glances down at the small space between us and the smile on his lips fades slowly.

I can tell there's something on his mind.

“About your performance...” He mumbles.

“Didn’t like it?” I ask, knowing how he hates it when I have to be a ploy.

He nods frantically. “Yeah, never again," he orders.

“Deal.” I nod, giving his lips a quick peck again.

He smiles into the kiss. “Well, never again for anyone else," he adds against my lips, making me grin. He breaks from me to ask, "Do you think maybe tonight you and I could talk about my assets?”

I swat him on the arm. “Reid!”

He chuckles, "you're right. We'll talk about this when we get home."

I roll my eyes and they land on our teammates by the car as they watch us go back and forth, smiling brightly.

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madds-is-ace-trash · 1 year

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Guys I can’t with this video from GMM

Like they had to know what they were doing???

This whole video is just abo fanfic fuel I swear. It’s so uncomfy.

Im convinced the crew has never been on ao3 cuss I’m like 95% sure I’ve read a fic with this exact concept.

It gets even worse when they start saying they know each other smells. Like they can recognize it. Even saying they got “ family smells”.

Don’t even get me stated on Rhett’s whole smell descriptions are literally straight up out of abo like. They smell like grass and the night. Rhett buddy you can’t do this to me.

The good medical more episode is even worse, they’re picking out who is Romeo and Juliet, who is Kermit and miss piggy. Burt and Ernie everyone’s favorite Sesame Street gays.Like guys please don’t do this to me. I want to be normal in the morning. Not think about abo and ships pleas.

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daphnedauphinoise · 2 years

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Apologies if you’ve already answered something like this, but do you have any documentaries you recommend? I’m looking into getting into non true crime documentaries but it’s hard to know where to start because of the amount. Thank you!

All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace

There is one thing and perhaps the only thing that knows you and by that far better than anyone and anything: Computers. But how good are they and how exactly have they affected on lives? Adam Curtis, the film-maker of this documentary, agrees with the notion that computers have ‘distorted and simplified view of the world around us’. In his docu-series he explores how we are longer able to articulate clearly for ourselves as we have come to see everything around us through the eyes of a computer.

Watch on Amazon Prime

The Act of Killing

The Indonesian Mass Killing of 1965-66 saw the undocumented death of 500 000 to < 1 million people. The communist party members (PKI), communist sympathisers and Gerwani women were the target for this mass killing and civil unrest. The Act of Killing expose the censirhip of events that took place where many people lost their lives and how the killers of millions are celebrated today in modern day Indonesia.

Watch on Amazon Prime

Human Flow

Humans have always migrated for one reason or another but the mass abnormal rates of migrations we have seen in the last decaded due famine and war has not been normal. The iconic and infamous artist Ai Wei Wei takes us to explore the refugee crisis spanning 23 countries and the personal impact of the loss of what people used to call home.

Watch on Amazon Prime

Five Came Back

During World War 2, five big directors of the time: John Ford, William Wyler, John Huston, Frank Capra, and George Stevens were enlisted to film the horrors of the War as an act of preservation. In Five Came Back, five other modern directors analyse films that were recorded by the aforementioned director giving us a new look into the happenings of WW2.

Watch on Netflix

Our Planet

This needs no introduction. Flimed over 4 years, David Attenbourgh takes us all over the world and narrates to us the beauty of our planet and the destruction is facing through climate change. Like always, it is beautiful and leaves you with a renewed purpose to stop drinking from plastic straws. It is so easy to watch and something you can put on at anytime.

Watch on Netflix

Struggle: The Life and Lost Art of Szukalski

Poland has given the world many brillaint minds and artist. However many of their names won’t be as celebrated as they deserve to. Stainslaw Szukalski, the mad genius, is one of them. This documentary takes us through his life as one of the most brilliant (self-made as well) sculptor that has lived, the loss of his life’s work during Nazi raids, his love for his country and the maddness that is art.

Watch on Netlfix

Three Identical Strangers

Imagine going to a new school one day and out of nowhere people start calling you a different because they thought you were someone else which leaves you confused until you see the person whose name they are calling you and you are struck because you look identical, this is all bizzare happenstance but out of nowhere you and your doppleganer discover a third you.

Watch on Netflix

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twdmusicboxmystery · 2 years

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Leah and Duality Pairings - Part 1

***Okay, Everyone. I’ve been super busy this week and haven’t had time to write anything up that I didn’t prepare beforehand. I’m seeing that people are super worried about the fact that Leah was shot in the same place as Beth. They fear that means Beth is dead as well. As I said, I haven’t had a chance to address this. This short answer is, no, that’s not what that means. I’ll talk about why in a couple of days. For now, while this doesn’t address the physical, this discussion will probably help you understand, symbolically and thematically, what they were trying to accomplish with Leah. If you’re worried, I think this will probably make you feel better.

I apologize as well. I didn’t realize that edit would freak everyone out so much. I’ll post part 2 tomorrow (more insights from my fellow theorists on this same subject) and then I’ll talk about the head wound more after that.***

I said before that I’d talk more about why they might have done things the way they did with Leah and what it might mean. This is just a discussion between me and my peeps where we make some observations and bat some ideas around.

@galadrieljones:

This makes me feel like we just saw some sort of anti-Coda. It makes me wonder why. Like with a lot of things related to Leah, I don’t understand why they’re replaying Beth and Daryl and Coda from this inverted mirror image POV. Like, is it merely meant to call Coda to mind or is it something more complicated, sort of like the yin and yang thing, balancing the scales of good and evil? They could do this in any way they like. Why they choose to focus it around Beth and Daryl is still unclear.

I was just thinking about the cabin and the sort of "mysterious cabin in the woods" trope in fiction, and how these cabins are often associated with portals and metaphysical phenomenon. In "Here's Negan," Negan goes to the cabin and sees his old self, a literal mirror image that talks back to him and forces him to reckon with his past.

Here, we have Daryl reckoning with a mirror image of Beth, and therefore his past, but in his case the mirror image is actually not just a hallucination like we originally thought, or like Negan saw. She's real. That's the part that still confuses me, but I'll leave it at that for now.

The cabin clearly seems to be a vessel to the past, or a mirror held up to the past, in some ways, but the reflection is twisted. Maggie also seems to be looking into a mirror in the end of 11.16, in the cabin, as there's a clear thematic symmetry meant to be established between her and Leah--like there are two ways that character could go: Leah lost her son and has become a feral psychopath. Maggie's son is alive, and while she's been dealing with some things, essentially, she's still on the side of good.

This is an ongoing theme in TWD, ie Dwight/Daryl, Glenn/Nicholas, Rick/Negan. There's also AU Michonne in "What We Become." It's just now being manifested in this cabin. But like I said, this would all make more consistent sense if Leah had been just a hallucination. But she's real?

So, it's like the "alternate universe" theory, which previously has only existed in hallucinations and thematic character pairings has come to life. I don't get it. Because the logic of the show can't really sustain a true Beth doppelganger without an explanation. This is where it must be true that Leah's appearance is a product of Daryl's perception.

Here's how I'm looking at it, and it's going to be confusing because I'm still working this out in my head:

Leah is clearly a device made to engineer an inverted 4b to "Coda." There's a lot of evidence for that here. Looking back a bit, in season 11, we see Daryl come out of his shell and retake his identity, not unlike he does in 4b, and he starts to feel and show emotions again, after a decade-long battle with depression that seemed to culminate in a literal psychotic break after Rick's death.

It's a dramatic, protracted retelling of "Still," in which Daryl is shut down and maddeningly silent, and Beth must bring him out of his shell by provoking his anger. Only then can he break down and admit his guilt, cry, and move forward. In both iterations, Daryl's "awakening" coincides with his relationship with a woman. In both iterations, she has a blond ponytail and certain similar features and traits. Bu in the new version, the replay, she's not an angel come to save his soul. She’s a demon. She's like a succubus, sucking his soul out and trying to bring him down with her.

Leah becomes a composite of all the sad things that have happened since Beth's death and also the evil and violence he himself has committed. They are all being conflated with Beth as causes of his misery.

These things all mix up and imprint on Leah, which is ofc conveniently the name of a Biblical figure, literally an imposter, a stand in for Jacob's beloved in Genesis. When Daryl kills her, he's finally "putting it away," to quote Beth, so that he can move on with his life.

In this sense, the only real way to grapple with Leah’s changing appearance is to pin it on Daryl’s perception. This has basically already been said, but it's possible that we don't know and never really saw the real Leah. We've only seen the way Daryl's psyche imprints on her at various stages of his development in season 10c and 11. Or maybe the Find Me Leah is the real Leah after all, ie: red hair. There is no evidence that could refute this so far, ie: nobody ever comments on Leah’s hair in-show. So either it’s something only WE see or something that only Daryl sees (and therefore us by extension of him being the main protagonist and the character upon with Leah’s existence hinges).

I hope this makes any sense at all. From the TD perspective, which has a lot of interest in the Hero’s Journey, one could argue that Daryl needed to get rid of this parasite living inside of him in order to transcend, achieve apotheosis, and become a man worthy of his Ultimate Boon, which we know is love. In terms of character development, Daryl is now fully formed and heroic and even breaking free from the surface-level comforts of the Commonwealth. This would pave the way toward Beth’s return, if only because Daryl has finally earned his reward.

You could even argue that by killing "Beth" in the inverted-"Coda," Daryl is replaying his internalized guilt over her death. He couldn't find her in time to save her, and he has blamed himself this entire time for her death, a very deep guilt that was clearly probed by Rick's death as well. As far as he's concerned, he might as well have killed her himself. However, in killing Leah, Daryl doesn't have to feel guilt. Because Leah was trying to kill Maggie, Beth's sister, and the only vestige of Beth's legacy that remains. So, in some sense, he is saving Beth by killing Leah, inverting his trauma over not having been able to save Beth ten years ago.

@wdway:

@Galadriel I really love all of what you wrote above. What you are saying also helps emphasize that in FM we are seeing Daryl taking bit and pieces of several women in his past. Lori, Andrea, Michonne and Carol. I feel there is a lot of dark Carol in Leah but then by far Daryl and Carol has had the longest relationship and I do feel he has connected a lot of his abandonment issues with Carol.

It was after Carol came to tell him she would not be visiting him as must because she needed to spend more time with Ezekiel and Henry, it was after that conversation that Daryl went back to the cabin and left the note. The conflict that Daryl and Carol were having in the present time over her need of revenge played a big part on how he viewed his and Leah's past. I'm thinking of how his last memory of Leah had been of her leaving him while wearing the color green. Two of the most important women in his life leaving him Beth Greene and Carol leaving to live her own life. I believe that e16 will be as many other episodes are in revealing new things each time we watch it.

@galadrieljones:

Yes, you're very good at reading how Daryl's present tense interactions with Carol color his past tense interactions with Leah, and then extrapolating on how that applies to the other women from Daryl's life, like Beth, Lori, and Michonne.

I really hope we're close by now in terms of our interpretation of Leah as being like partial hallucination or more just like a muddled perception of a woman. She's real, but she's also this person on which Daryl is projecting years of abandonment issues, hurt, and guilt.

Another hint that Daryl is talking to some sort of projection or idea he has in his head, and not Leah specifically. Possibly Leah felt this ambivalence, too, and that's part of why she left him. In the montage of flashbacks that seem to encompass their relationship, we do see a shot of Daryl leaving Leah, presumably to go continue his search for Rick. Ofc we know he's searching for more than just Rick.

@twdmusicboxmystery has that interesting post, too, drawing parallels between Leah and Daryl in their feral states.

@wdway:

Something else I cannot believe we have not talked about is the use of Dutch angles in the cabin scene.

@galadrieljones:

The Dutch angles, yes. So interesting, as they truly do echo Coda. I think they’re traditionally meant to communicate disorientation and psychological confusion. We are in Maggie’s POV in this scene, as we wake up with her. We were in Rick’s POV in Coda. Coda was admittedly much stranger in its cinematography. It screwed with POV and angled shots in much bigger ways that left it feeling very confusing and disorienting to the point where we can’t even believe what we’re seeing to be a true depiction of reality.

This scene with Leah feels perhaps dreamier than normal, but nowhere near as unclear and bizarre as Coda. It seems like what happens in that cabin is irrefutable. The Dutch angles just ramp up the psychological tension with the face-off and remind us that this cabin is anomalous. We are in some sort of liminal space here. Maybe the Dutch angles are a part of communicating that discomfort, as well as the deranged situation at hand.

@wdway:

My question is do you guys think tptb wanted to mislead the viewers?

@galadrieljones:

I'm trying to think what the reasoning would be for trying to mislead the audience. Unless, sort of like you said, they want the truth to be reserved for only those who are looking very close. I will admit I thought she had been shot in the back of the head at first. I should go back and rewatch the scene. I'm not sure why I thought so. Perhaps it's something to do with the camera angles, and also the fact that Leah falls forward onto Maggie. That sort of fools you into thinking she was shot in the back of the head and the impact shoved her forward. But that's not really how gunshots work, at least not based on the extremely high amount of people and walkers we've seen shot in the head in this show.

Thinking back to Beth, one really weird thing I always thought about was how certain they are to show us the exit wound. You'd think that would be a bad thing; however, gunshot wounds are much more survivable when they exit. A bullet stuck in a person's skull is going to make the odds of survival go way down.

Also, I know I read something about like, how brain matter and bone and all that, it really puts a damper on the bullet. So I wondered if perhaps the fact that it exited the back of her head meant it did not go through her brain at all? Or just grazed her brain. It's a very morbid discussion, but it just seems like it could be important. Idk.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

Hey ladies!

I didn't realize Daryl was in front of Leah when he shot her, either. Once you said that, I could tell from the pictures that you are right. And I went back yesterday and re-watched the episode so I could see it for myself in action.

I don't have a whole lot more to say than what's already been said here. Very clearly, this is a replay of Grady and it's very significant that she was shot in the same place Beth was, that she fell in the same position Beth did. Not that any of you need it, but I think we could make yet another argument for Beth’s survival in the fact that we actually see Leah’s face and entire body after she dies. If Leah is the anti-Beth, and they showed us that, and she's clearly dead, the fact that they didn't show us that with Beth shows that she survived.

I do think it's significant that Daryl is the one that shot her, and also that he shot Hornsby and left a scar like Beth’s on his cheek. I think in many ways, both Hornsby and Leah represent the anti-Beth. With Hornsby, it's more elusive, but I think we’ll end up finding anti-parallels to him and Beth. Which would be terribly shocking, given that he's a villain.

But I wanted to especially address what you are saying, Galadriel, about why they're doing this duality thing with Beth and Leah and how it's confusing because Leah is real, rather than hallucination.

What I'm going to say doesn't at all disagree with what you've already said. And I'm not sure it will be very groundbreaking. Reading your words just put me in mind of other times that they've done this.

Over the last year or so, I've been harping a lot on the duality theory. I suppose I never really thought about how they use it; how it actually shows up in the show. Because of course we see hallucinations that are mirror images of them. As you mentioned, we saw Negan seeing himself in his old villainous ways. We saw the AU Michonne. Another one is Carol seeing Alpha. We liked to compare Alpha to Beth, but in the show, she was much more of a mirror image to Carol. And Carol saw the hallucination of her after she was already dead.

But the thing is, we've actually seen a lot of these duality pairings that are alive and real in the show. You mentioned a few such as Rick/Negan and Glenn/Nicholas. But there are even more that you may not be aware of because they're very subtle. Even I didn't pick up on them until I rewatched like 16 times (exaggeration). But thinking about these other instances helped bring it together for me. What they actually do with the duality pairings, I mean.

So, the showrunners and even Chris Hardwick like to talk about how there are a lot of instances where if the good people in the show had been in different situations, things would've been very different. They definitely showed this in a very literal way with the AU Michonne. If she'd run into the saviors rather than Rick's group, her life might've been very different. I think them showing this is very much a part of the duality theory.

They like to explore the dark side, the dark or shadow side of the character. It's kind of a, "but for the grace of God go I" kind of theme. And I'm not a huge fan of that angle. I'd rather them say they might have chosen differently because the characters always have a choice and they do emphasize that in the show as well. But I think what they do with these duality pairings is they try to show that if their choices had been different, the character might have ended up like these evil or weaker characters.

So, for example, if Glenn had been more cowardly or hadn't made as many good decisions, or met strong people like Rick and Daryl, he might have turned into Nicholas. And I think what they always do in the show is put these pairings together and show us the contrast between the characters and then eventually, the weak or evil character is killed off. Often at the hands of our heroic character. Now, Glenn didn't actually kill Nicholas, but we did see him die in a scene with Glenn, and his death nearly got Glenn killed.

I agree that Rick and Negan were duality pair, and by sparring Negan at the end of AOW, Rick proved once and for all that he was not Negan. He was the light side rather than the dark. If it hadn't been for them wanting to do a redemption arc for Negan, I'm sure he would have died.

But let me tell you about the examples that I was talking about earlier. A couple of years ago when I went back and watched rewatched S4, I picked up on some duality pairings. They’re very subtle I’d never noticed before that.

Another duality pairing that they did with Rick was clearly the Governor. Both were strong leaders who wanted to be in charge. Both lead large groups of people. Both could be somewhat dictatorial at times. And both wanted the prison. It took a long time, but in the end, the Gov was killed, and Rick survived. In that case, Rick didn't kill him either. He came close, and definitely wounded him, but someone else finished him off.

But watching 4x06-4x08, I realized we saw another major duality pairing with Daryl. It was Mitch. I don't know if you remember him, but he was the guy who operated the tank and became the Governor's right-hand man. He had a brother whose name was pete. These two, if you watch closely, are mirror opposites of Daryl and Merle. Even to the point where the one who represents Daryl (Mitch) is more antagonistic brother, and the one who represents Merle (Pete) is the sweeter brother.

One of the major ways you can tell Mitch is a mirror for Daryl is the fact that he didn’t have sleeves. And back in S4, Daryl never had sleeves. I always have to chuckle at that. The writers are having all kinds of fun. But the real way you can tell is that Daryl is the one that kills him. The two of them come face-to-face after Daryl blows up the tank and Daryl shoots him in the heart.

This is what I mean about what they always do with the duality pairings. It's like Daryl is killing the weaker or more evil version of himself so that he can grow and move on and become a more transcendent character.

I would submit that anytime one half of a duality pairing dies, it’s a major crossroads or pivot point for the character. And lookee here: as soon as he killed Mitch, he left with Beth and Bethyl started to happen. Like, literally as he’s killing his evil half, Beth is running up behind him. Super cool.

But as you said, they don't always have to be hallucinations. Some of the characters they do with this with are real. And this is all thematic, rather than literal in the show.

Overall, this is what I think they are doing with Leah. I hoped that she and Beth would meet, and clearly that's not going to be the case. But the thing is, even though she definitely is an antiparallel to Beth, I don't think that her role in the story is for Beth, if that makes sense. It's really more about Daryl and Maggie.

So, think what you said above is all true. In many ways because of Daryl's guilt of what happened at Grady, he had to kill the anti-Beth and finally laid to past rest. This is the only way he could move on. (You have to let it go, or it kills you; it’s like he’s finally doing what Beth told him to do, and I think he had to reach this point before he was ready, emotionally, for her to return.)

Leah, in many ways, was also a mirror to Daryl. You mentioned above the post I did where I was comparing Daryl and Leah being feral and out in the woods. We've all talked about this, and you touched on it above as well. We all know that one of Daryl's weaknesses is that he turns inward too much when things become emotionally difficult. He has a propensity towards self-destruction and self-isolation.

Leah was a literal representation of him staying alone in the woods. When he was with her, he was away from his family. So, him walking away from that relationship was also walking away from solitude and walking back toward his family. This is why it was so important that he always choose to search for Rick above staying with her. Because she represented a feral, non-civilized, nonsocial sort of life. Even though on the surface is not terribly healthy for him to be looking for a dead body for years and years, it represented that he had not given up on his family. That he hadn't given up on himself as being part of the world and part of a community.

When she gave him the ultimatum, she was symbolically demanding that he give into his animalistic or feral side, rather than going back to civilization and his family. He refused. And that is the only reason that he was able to move forward. If he’d stayed with her, he would have become more feral, more evil, or just died alone in the woods.

We can also see this in what AK and Norman have both said about him seeing Leah again in 11x04. It's one of those things where, when he was with her, he was so in the thick of his own depression, in his own cloudy mindset, that he wasn't really seeing the forest for the trees. Kind of like someone who’s in an abusive relationship and really can’t see how unhealthy it is, because they’re too close to it.

But when he saw Leah again, years had passed, and he was part of the community and TF again, so his mind had cleared. He immediately saw things with massive clarity and knew that she was not who she had portrayed herself to be. On a more symbolic level, at that point he was able to see, in hindsight, what an unhealthy place he had been in before and that her feral, nomadic lifestyle was definitely not what he wanted for himself.

I'm sure I could ramble for hours about this. It would be interesting to analyze every single duality pairing based on it. (For the record, Michele who sat across from Maggie in 6x13 in a parallel scene to her and Leah, was a duality pairing for her. Michele talked about how she’d gotten pregnant by a man she didn’t really love or even particularly like, but lost the baby. By contrast, Glenn and Maggie had a very loving and healthy relationship, and she obviously didn’t lose her baby. Paula was also a duality pairing for Carol. Both died by the end of the episode.)

But the point is, Leah did represent Daryl needing to put certain things from the past, having to do with Beth, behind him. It also represented him once and for all, not wanting to be the feral loner anymore, and killing that side of him. He’s chosen his family and will fight for them and that's exactly what he needs to be in order to finally get Beth back and sustain a really healthy relationship with her.

And even from a romantic standpoint, he had to symbolically kill the non-healthy relationship so that he could then go on to the healthy one.

Meanwhile, after the episode right before Leah dies, Emily appears on TTD. 👀

I wholeheartedly believe that all the clues we got in this episode—the clock, the music, the child's invention, flipping the coin and someone calling tales (coda)—shows that were heading into the coda where Beth will be revealed.

Daryl said there's a rumor that Charleston might be willing to trade for weapons. If that's true, and TF is trying to get their communities back, I'm thinking they might go to Charleston to try and find allies and weapons. And maybe that is how Beth will finally be revealed. Here's hoping!

For your question yesterday, @wdway, about if they’re trying to trick the audience, I’d say yes. It’s just too weird, and obvious that they didn’t make it super obvious, to say no. I don’t have any great insights on why, other than to mirror it with Grady. I asked myself why they’d done that at Grady, because it’s probably the same or exactly opposite. At Grady, it was to show, as Galadriel said, psychological turmoil and that something bad would happen. And also to trick the audience about Beth’s death. While psychological turmoil could apply here, at least prior to Leah’s death, they really don’t try to trick us. They show us very obviously that she’s dead and Daryl killed her. So, all I can think of is just to parallel it even further with Coda, or else perhaps so it’s not too obvious a Beth parallel and people aren’t putting it together.

But honestly, the only ones it would be obvious to anyway are TD. So… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@wdway:

Talking about Lance having some overtones of Beth. In reading above I realized that Lance may represents Dawn. My mind is spinning with so many ways that it could be true. When you mentioned the wound that Daryl gave him it made me think of Dawn giving Beth the wound above her right eye. I could spent a lot of time comparing Hornsby and Dawn. Wait, wasn't Dawn's last name something very similar to Lance? I want to say Lassiter but I don't think that's quite right but something along that line.

@twdmusicboxmystery:

It’s Dawn Lerner, btw, which does sound somewhat similar to Lance. I think @wdway might be onto something here. We’ll have to examine this tie more closely.

I’ll stop there. I think you get the gist of the discussion. Even though it’s a ways away, I can’t wait to see what 11c brings us!

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 6: Dangerous Flirt

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 6592

Chapter summary: With every passing moment, Dean’s regretting just a little bit more his decision of coming back to Kansas. Luckily, amongst the bad and the ugly, there’s still some good things around him. Reality ain’t exactly rockin’, but his dreams are definitely something else.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N: Next chapter will be posted this saturday (september 5th)! :D This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva Text dividers madde by @talesmaniac89

Dean cleaned his hand of grease as his Grandfather Samuel was talking to Benny. Dean never noticed Castiel behind him when he turned and jumped after seeing the blue-eyed man.

“Damn it Cas!” Dean cursed. “You need to stop fucking getting close to my ass!”

“Sorry,” Cas took a step back. “So what’s going to happen? Are you coming back?”

Dean shook his head, “I only came for pop’s birthday.” Dean sighed as he began to remove his coveralls. “I’m going to start my own garage in Matagorda. I asked gramps if Benny can come along. And well— was wondering if you would come too?”

When his friend didn’t answer, Dean turned to look at him, seeing Cas’ apologetic eyes. “I have too much here, Dean…”

“Cas,” Dean ran his fingers through his hair. “I need you there, man. I need people I can trust working with me. Please?” Dean looked at one of his best friends with pleading eyes.

“Dean, you know I- I’d love to come with you, but-” Dean didn’t blame his best friend for the hesitation. As far as Cas knew, his project in Matagorda may not even pick up, and Dean knew that asking him to move all the way there for him was a lot.

“Just, think about it, please?” Dean adjusted his tie before placing his hand on Cas’s shoulder. “I’ll see you at Pop’s birthday party right?”

At this, Cas did smile. Grateful at not being more pressured. He pulled Dean close in a quick hug. “And miss the opportunity to spend more time with The Wayward Winchester? You know I wouldn’t miss it.”

Dean gave him a smile as he walked with his Grandfather towards the elevator leading back to the offices.

“I take it Castiel is giving you a hard time?” Samuel smiled looking at his grandson.

“You can say that,” Dean sighed. “Pop’s are you sure you’re okay with me making my own garage out there?”

“Of course I’m sure!” Samuel let out a chuckle. “This only proves that you’re your own man. You’re not scared of getting your hands dirty and working hard.” He placed a firm hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Son, your dad just wants what’s best. But I think he’s forgetting that you want what makes you happy. And working on cars, using your hands, that makes you happy. Not sitting in a stuffy office. I know Sam is not going to be CEO; he loves being a lawyer. But If anything I can find someone internal. I mean there is always Garth.”

“Garth?” Dean raised his eyebrows at his grandfather. “Pops I think you have better chances with Mick than Garth.”

“What do you like about Mick?” Samuel asked as they got off the elevator and made their way towards Samuel’s office.

Dean sat on one of the leather chairs as Samuel closed the door. Dean took a quick look around and smiled at an old family picture, it was one of the few times that he saw his father proud of him. It was when he graduated with his mechanical engineering degree, while Sam got his pre law degree.

“Mick is knowledgeable, has a good report with other companies,” Dean cleared his throat. “And Mick also has close ties to our British branch.”

“This is true,” Sammuel placed his fingers to his lips in thought. “I’ll think about it. Why don’t you get out of here and spend some time with your brother and his girl. You did good work down there. I need to call Crowley and yell at him for trying to swindle us.”

Dean chuckled. “Give’em hell, pops.”

Walking out of his grandfather’s office, Dean thought of going back down with Cas and Benny. Maybe he missed another one of Crowley’s sucky deals, or maybe he could jump into one of the suits again and help out on another car. As he pressed the button, he turned, not noticing the brunette, who was with his father, walk in.

“I was wondering when I could corner you,” her voice interrupted Dean’s thoughts as he turned around. “Lisa Braden,” she stuck out her hand for him to shake noticing his questioning look.

“Uh… Dean Winchester.”

Lisa smiled softly, “I know we are in a very sticky situation. Just so you know, I don’t think your father is treating you fairly.”

Dean huffed, “Great. What’s the gossip, sister?”

“Just that you are running away from your responsibilities as CEO,” Lisa shrugged. “I think there is something more to it than that.”

“Of course that’s the part that is running around,” he looked at the floor number on the elevator. Just a couple more floors… “If you don’t mind me asking, Mrs. Braden, what-”

“Miss actually, I’m not married.” She offered him a soft smile. “I’m sorry, go on.”

“No, no, my mistake. So, Miss Braden, what is your interest in Winchester Auto?”

“Really, it’s just more of a merger really,” she looked at her manicured nails. “My company is Lucifer Industries. We make car parts for different cars around the world, much like you do. Although being under your company would help sales. Especially for our Archangel Engine prototype.”

“Huh, is that so?” Was all Dean managed to say. Lucifer Industries didn’t have that great of a reputation, but they did good. But he couldn’t come up with a good reason as to why they would suddenly want to merge… Or better yet, why his grandfather would agree to consider to merge with them.

“I think we could be very good friends,” she smiled. “You can take me to your grandfather's party, just to keep your Dad happy.” She placed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Don't you think?”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, Miss Braden. I’m not looking for a date.”

“So you would rather be miserable at a party, and have your father ruin a good night? I’m not so bad. I’m sure if you get to know me, you’ll see.”

Dean was about to come up with a witty answer when the elevator dinged, signaling they were on the plant floor. He stepped out of the elevator, but put his hand on the side to prevent the doors from closing, and gave Lisa a smile.

“Miss Braden, I’m sure you’re not so bad. But parties are not always better with a date. Being with my friends is enough. Have a good day.”

“But…” Before she could finish, Dean was out of the door and removing his tie. Getting into his Impala he revved up the engine and made his way towards Sam’s house. During his drive, Dean couldn’t help but be angry at his father. He knew what he was supposed to do, but that didn’t mean he was going to. As he parked the car he gave a slight groan. His mother’s car was in the driveway.

“Could this day get any worse?” he muttered as he got out of the car.

Walking up the pathway, Dean used his key to open the door and walked in.

“You missed lunch,” his mother said from one of the couches in the living room. She didn’t look upset, though.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” Dean kissed her cheek. “Pop’s and I were looking into the engine Crowley sent in with the guys on the plant floor. Time kind of got away from us.”

“You always lost track of time whenever you got near that floor. Don’t worry, honey.”

“I have some things to sort out in the office. Sign some papers and then head back to Matagorda after the party. Benny’s coming with me…” he trailed off unsure of how his mother would take the news.

His mother only nodded, not surprised. “Ok… and how did things go with your father?”

“The usual,” Dean shrugged. “He expects me to take some exec from Lucifer Industries to the party. But that’s not happening.” Dean grabbed a beer from the fridge. “But, how did you and Jess do in wedding planning? When is the big day for them?” Dean changed the subject, knowing that his father would probably show up just out of spite.

“She actually wants to take it slow,” Mary smiled fondly, “and we already have so many ideas. The wedding is going to take place in about a year, not too many guests. Jess wants friends and family, although Sam might convince her to invite a few more people…” she smiled happily before grabbing a piece of pie and setting it in front of Dean. “We have to start looking for a venue, and think about what color everything’s going to be and the cake and Jess’ dress, but the good news is, since the wedding is not happening ‘til next year, we have time to make all those choices… oh! Darling! Maybe they could get married near your new house in Matagorda! Just imagine! Your brother and Jess getting married with the ocean as-”

“Mom,” Dean gave her a look interrupting her. “You realize this is Sam and Jess’s wedding right?” He winced when she reached out and smacked lightly the back of his head.

“Of course I know that!” she assured, “but when Jess hears about it, I’m sure she’s gonna love the idea.”

“Yeah,” Dean grumbled. The last thing he needed was his father at his new house picking it apart and causing trouble where he was going to set up his new business. “Mom, you know that I’m going out there to get away from Dad, right?”

“But imagine how happy Sam would be if he got married so close to his big brother… and Jess, don’t you think she deserves a beautiful wedding near the sea?”

“Oh mom,” Dean groaned. “Don’t guilt trip me into this, please! I’m already here sucking it up when he tries to stuff me in an office and --”

“Dean,” Mary’s tone left no room for argument now, “I’m going to pitch the idea to Sam and Jess. And if they decide to have the wedding there, even if you and your father still have issues by the time the wedding rolls around, I’m sure you can control yourselves for a day. Especially at Sam’s wedding.”

“Okay, okay,” Dean raised his hands in surrender. “If Jess and Sam want to get married at the beach house they can. I give up.” Pushing the unfinished pie away he got up and grabbed his beer. “I lost my appetite, I’ll be out back if you need me.”

Without looking at his Mother, Dean made his way out to Sam’s backyard. He sat in one of the lawn chairs and stared at the pool. He heard the door open again, and it wasn’t long ‘til he felt his mother sit next to him and put her hand in his.

“Honey,” she began softly, “I understand why you wouldn’t want your father to go to Matagorda. I really do… I just… I got excited. Your brother’s getting married, for god’s sakes.”

“And I’m happy for him, Mom,” he sighed. “I really am. But I also don’t want Dad to ruin the one piece of happiness I have. He already pulled me away from you guys and it sucks.” he scoffed, “why can’t he see that I love working and I’m not some trust fund brat who will run the company to the ground?”

This time, Mary stayed quiet, and gently took hold of his chin to make him look at her. When she was sure she had his attention, she spoke.

“He does see it, baby.” She held onto his face before he could pull away. “He does. And that’s exactly why he wants you to take the job… But, you don’t want it. And you know he’s not used to people telling him no,” she tried to joke with him, “I won’t tell Sam and Jess about Matagorda. There are plenty of places around… I’m still going to visit you sooner or later, though.”

Dean sighed as he looked at his Mother, “Tell them. Just… make sure you keep Dad on a short leash until then. I’m okay with the wedding there. But I won’t stand for him pissing all over my new business.”

“Alright,” Mary smiled softly at him, then leaned to give him a kiss on his forehead “I have to get going… I love you, ok?”

“Love you too, Ma,” Dean kissed her cheek. “You’re welcome anytime at Matagorda. Dad on the other hand might find himself being thrown off the cliff by my house.”

Dean watched as Mary waved goodbye just as Sam walked out. Dean turned towards the pool, chugging the rest of his beer. The brothers stayed silent with Sam grabbing a beer for himself and Dean from the outside fridge.

“You okay, Dean?” Sam handed Dean the bottle of beer he had grabbed for him from the patio fridge.

“Define okay, Sam,” Dean sighed as he took a big chug. “Am I okay that you’re getting married? Yes. Am I okay that Pop’s is happy with me starting my own garage out in Matagorda? Yes. Am I okay with Dad using me as a way to have Pop's company merge with Lucifer Industries? Absolutely-fucking-not.”

Sam took a sip of his own beer “Okay, so okay is too general.” Sam turned to his brother, “I’m not happy with the merger either. I don’t trust Ms. Braden.” Sam breathed. “There’s something about the contract that doesn’t sit right with me.”

“What?” Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked at Sam.

“Yeah,” Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I’m pouring over the contract and my eyes hurt. But I need to make sure we aren’t getting into trouble here. I don’t know what dad was thinking.”

“He probably wasn’t,” Dean rolled his eyes, “Lucifer Industries is, at best, not very trustworthy. Why would Dad and Pops even consider doing business with them?”

“Beats me,” his brother shrugged, “hopefully I can convince them not to do anything if I find something fishy.”

“I have a feeling Pop’s doesn’t know anything about this,” Dean looked at Sam. “If he did, he would have mentioned it on the plant floor.”

“You think Dad’s doing it to get you to come back?” Sam took another sip of his beer.

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Dean shook his head. “But it’s too late. Benny’s coming with me to Matagorda. And if I can convince Cas to come, I’ll be set to have business rolling.” he looked down at his hands. “And… I was wondering if you…”

He definitely had his brother’s attention with that. It wasn’t everyday that Dean asked for help, or anything at all, for that matter. Sam arched an eyebrow, suddenly looking nervous.

“If I…?”

Dean took a long sip of his beer, practically chugging it before closing his eyes and turning to his brother. “Be the lawyer for my start up?” Dean breathed. “You won’t have to move and you won’t have to leave the plant. But I don’t trust anyone else Sam.”

Sam just stared at him for a couple seconds, blinking. “That’s it?”

“Yeah,” Dean shrugged. “I don’t really trust anyone else. And you’re the best lawyer I know.”

“Dude, of course I’ll do it! You don’t even have to ask!” Sam chuckled, relieved. He took a sip of his beer and turned back to his brother. “Speaking of doing something for the other…”

“Yeah, Sam? You know I’ll do anything you ask. You’re my brother.” Dean smiled.

Sam smiled. And Dean knew that smile. The jackass was about to pull off something stupid.

“Dean Jerk Winchester,” Sam began, stepping in front of his brother and actually dropping on one knee, the stupid smile getting bigger and barely containing his laughter, “would you do me the honor of being my best man at my wedding?”

“You want me to be your best man?” Dean looked at his brother. He wasn’t sure he deserved to stand next to his brother on his big day. “Do I get a special ring and a big celebration?” Dean gave Sam a shit eating grin. “Yes I’ll be your best man, Bitch! Get up and come here!” Dean pulled Sam up for a hug.

Dean pulled back and placed his hand on Sam’s cheek giving him a smile and a small slap.

“Proud of you Sam,” Dean muttered. “You definitely have everything figured out.”

Dean pulled away and looked over the pool. The moon reflected over it’s water as the two brother’s stood side by side.

“Ya know… it’s been a while since… since the whole issue with Cassie… maybe you could go back in the field…”

“Maybe I’ll find someone out there,” Dean took a deep breath. “Maybe I won’t. I mean… I don’t mind being a bachelor.” Dean’s relationship with Cassie ended up with a drunken night, and a small trip to jail. Just a few hours after Cassie turned down his proposal. “I mean, I guess I just was meant to be alone you know? Everyone always did say I was a big playboy.”

“Cassie’s a bitch,” Sam growled. “If I had known you were going to go after the guy she cheated on you with, I would have joined you.” Sam finished his beer and grabbed his brothers empty beer bottle. He made his way to the small bar that was by the pool, and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. Grabbing two glasses he filled it two fingers full and walked over to Dean.

Dean just shrugged, and took the glass of whiskey from Sam before giving him a cheeky smile. Taking a swig of his whiskey, face turning serious, his eyes focused on the water again. “It hurt a lot. Still hurts a little bit, if I’m honest. That’s time I’m not getting back. And it sucks… But it’s in the past, Sammy. And I think I’m better off without her. At this point, if it happens, it happens. And that’s it.”

“Yeah, fuck her.” Sam agreed. “But, let’s celebrate! I’m getting married, you’re moving to better things! And no matter what, we’re always going to be brothers Dean.”

“I mean, I’d be worried if we suddenly weren’t-”

“Shut up! You know what I mean, Jerk!” Both men laughed.

“Jessica is lucky to have a guy like you, Bitch,” Dean raised his glass for Sam to toast. “To you and Jessica,” Dean smiled. “I hope you guys have a life filled with love and happiness.”

Sam tapped his glass against Dean’s, “And to you. I hope you find what you’re looking for in Matagorda.”

“It’s weird, man. But I have a very good feeling about it.” Dean hissed after taking a sip of the whiskey. The amber liquid leaving a slight burn. “When I saw that house and that town, there was something just pulling me there. I just know it.”

“Well, let’s hope for the best.”

Finishing his whiskey, Dean licked his lips and sighed. “I should head to bed. I have to head in tomorrow and I’d rather try to avoid Dad at all costs.” Dean placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Send a copy of the contract to my office. I’ll take a look and if anything I’ll show it to Pop’s.”

“Sounds good to me”

As Dean was walking away, he stopped by the patio door and smirked. “Just so you know, I’m thinking about a circus theme for your bachelor party. Night, Sammy.” Dean rushed inside running up the stairs to his room.

“You better be joking about that, you asshole!” Sam shook his head as he finished his whiskey and headed inside and to bed.

Dean chuckled hearing Sam call out. Running a hand across his face, he sighed. It was really late and he was starting to realize just how tired he was. With a sigh he began to undress and stayed in his boxers. Lifting the covers he climbed inside and settled in. Turning to his side, he closed his eyes. His mind drifting to his house in Matagorda and the possibilities it held.

The sea breeze caressed his face as he looked out at the horizon. The sounds of the waves crashing against the cliff gave him a sense of peace. He looked down and noticed he was dressed in a pair of khaki slacks, a white button down shit, and (color Jess is using for her wedding) vest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he turned to look at the scene.

The house was decorated beautifully. Right by the shore was a gazebo with a white carpet leading up to it. He could see Sam nervously pacing as the guests began to arrive. Dean was about to say something when a splash and a call for help turned his attention towards the ocean. He could see a woman with Y/C/H hair that had streaks of lavender and gold intertwined in it.

The scene changed as Dean found himself staring at a young woman as she walked along the shore. Her Y/H/C hair flowing in the wind behind her. Something about her made his heart pound in his chest. He couldn’t stop himself from walking towards her. It was like two magnets being pulled together.

“Who are you?”

“My name is--” the wind began to blow heavily.

A large storm cloud seemed to appear out of nowhere. He watched as the woman’s face gave a look of horror.

“Don’t let them take me, please,” she tried to reach for him.

“Wait!”

Dean watched as a large creature used it’s tentacle to grab at the woman. He tried to reach out to her, only to find his hand being grabbed by someone. Turning around, he found himself face to face with Lisa

“You two can never be,” Lisa pulled him farther back away from her.

Dean pulled against Lisa as he tried to make his way to the woman. He had to help her. She had to stay. He couldn’t reach her as the creature pulled the woman into the water. He gasped as he saw her body change and she had a familiar lavender tail.

That morning, all Dean could think about was the dream. Why was he having them? Did they have any deeper meaning? He remembered reading about Matagorda having a legend about mermaids, but he always thought them to be childish.

“Morning Dean,” Jessica’s chipper voice cut through his thoughts.

“Morning Jess,” Dean smiled at her. “I need to head to the office. Tell Sam to just drop the contracts on my desk. I’ll be holed up doing some last minute stuff before Mick hopefully takes over.”

“Okay,” Jess walked up to him. “Dean, you know you can call in sick if you want to.”

“It’s okay Jess,” Dean offered her a soft smile. “I have stuff I gotta do. Although it might be a half day for me.”

Giving Jess a kiss on the cheek, he made his way to his car and drove to the office. On the drive there, he tried to come up with a way to keep from seeing his Dad. Reaching the office Dean took great care to stay out of sight as he made his way to his office. He even decided to look at the secretary and ask her to get his coffee for him just this once. He never really liked ordering anyone around. But he didn’t want to bump into John either. He even made sure to let the secretary know he was going to be holed up in his office.

“Yes, Mr. Winchester,” she smiled at him. “I will make sure no one disturbs you and just let me know where you’d like me to order your lunch from and I can have one of the interns retrieve it for you. Your coffee should be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Has Pop’s come in yet, Andrea?” Dean looked at her.

“I will call his secretary and find out for you, Mr. Winchester.” She smiled at him. “Mr. Winchester?”

“Yes, Andrea?”

“I--” she bit her lip and played with her fingers a bit. “I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

“Of course you can,” Dean nodded, “shoot your question”

“Benny mentioned that you are opening a shop in Matagorda, Texas,” she paused and took in a deep breath. “And I was wondering if I could please join you in your new venture. I am more than willing to take a pay cut if needed. I can assist with appointments and take calls as well as order anything needed for the garage--” she rambled.

“Woah! Andrea, slow down for a bit, will you?” he chuckled, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes, smiling softly, “You didn’t actually think I was going to separate you and Benny, did ya?” he took his hands back, and gave her a cheeky smile as he shrugged, “figured you guys are a package deal.”

Andrea smiled shyly. “I just had to ask… you know, just in case.”

“Andrea,” he began, “you are more than welcome in Matagorda.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I’ll go ahead and call Mr. Campbell’s secretary for you and see if he’s in.”

Dean smiled and nodded before entering his own office and closing the door. Walking to his desk he sat down and looked over what was needed for the day. It wasn’t long before he called in Mr. Mick Davis into his office.

“How are you, Mick?” He smiled.

“Good, thank you, Dean,” Mick said as he took a seat, “heard you caused quite the havoc yesterday with your old man.”

“It was the usual Mick, you know how he is,” Dean chuckled. “I want to thank you for stepping up. But I have something I want to tell you.”

“You know it’s not a problem, my friend. And we all know, if John Winchester has ever been anything, is a force of nature,” Mick smiled, before rubbing his hands together, “now, tell me, what have you got for me?”

“I was talking with Pop’s and I have a proposition for you,” Dean placed his elbows on his desk and rested his head on his folded hands. “I want you to take over for me here. You are going to get a pay raise and you will be assistant CEO getting paid as CEO.” Dean looked at Mick.

“How would that work, exactly?”

“Well…” Dean leaned back. “I’m going to open up a shop in Matagorda, Texas. I need you here over seeing the contracts and keeping our clients happy. I will be testing out some new specks in the new shop as well as run a regular auto shop.” Dean took this time to stand up and pace in front of his window overlooking the city. “Look, you are going to get paid as a CEO, to everyone else, it will seem as if you are CEO under me. But really, you are CEO.”

“Wow,” Mick laughed, “so basically- oh wow, Dean. Are you sure about this? About me?” a look of uncertainty appeared on the british man’s face. “Please don’t get me wrong, lad. Thank you so much. But,” he paused, looking at Dean with awe, “are you absolutely sure that I’m the right guy for this job?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Mick. You have a good relationship with clients and you know your way around the tricky contracts.” Dean sat on his desktop and smiled at Mick. “Just know that for a while people will still think I'm the CEO. Pop’s will make an announcement soon but it might not be for a while. We’re trying to sort something out with Lucifer industries.”

“Alright.”

“Sam is bringing me the contract to look over today,” Dean ran a hand across his face. “Something doesn’t sit right with me about it.”

“Yes, Nick is as slippery as an eel,” Mick sighed. “I will make sure that things run smoothly. Will I need to talk to Mr. Campbell today?”

“I have to call him and we need to iron out the details tomorrow. Will you be going to the party, the day after tomorrow? Dean asked as he went back to sit behind his desk.

Mick took that as his chance to leave. “I will most definitely be there.” Mick smiled at him. “I never miss a chance to have fun at one of the old man’s parties”

“I’ll talk to you later Mick,” Dean smiled as he gave Mick a wave.

With a few moments of silence Dean began to pour over the work he had to do. By noon, Andrea had come in with his lunch and he was grateful for the double cheeseburger and fries. But Dean couldn’t stay in the office all day. Eventually he needed to use the restroom.

Carefully opening the door, Dean looked around to make sure the coast was clear. He was grateful that he was able to relieve himself in peace. His father seemed to be out of the building. With a smile he washed his hand and began whistling ‘Ramble on’ on his way back to his office.

“Well, hello there, Dean,”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed as he jumped at the sound of the voice.

He turned around to come face to face with Ms. Braden. Adjusting his tie he cleared his throat and smoothed out his hair.

“Ms. Braden,” he greeted dryly.

Based on the smile she was giving him, she had either decided to ignore his tone, or she was clueless at his nonexistent will to interact with her right now.

“I take it you thought about my proposal for your Grandfather’s birthday?” she placed her hands behind her back as she got closer to him. Her breasts brushing against his arm.

“Hmm,” he smiled, containing himself from rolling his eyes at her, “As a matter of fact, I did. Your answer is still ‘no’, Ms Braden.”

Lisa gave him a small pout, “Dean,” she gave him a flirtatious smile. “Why won’t you give me a chance?” she followed him into his office and closed the door behind her as he made his way to his desk. “You never know. We might have a very,” -- she walked up to him and let her fingers dance along his chest-- “Good time.”

Dean looked down at her fingers as they danced along his chest. He chuckled to himself as he looked at the woman before him. Licking his lips, he couldn’t help but appreciate the way she was flirting. He smiled up at her, a small inkling to try and play with her filtering in his mind.

“A good time, huh?” Dean grabbed at her wrist and gazed deeply into her brown eyes. “What is your idea of a ,” -- he leaned in to whisper in her ear -- “good time.”

“Well,” she tossed her hair back as she climbed on top of his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck, “you’d have to say yes to find out…” she leaned in close to his ear. Lisa smiled as she heard Dean’s breath hitch, “But I can guarantee it’d be worth your while…”

“Oh?” Dean chuckled slightly as his hands began to caress her thighs, her skirt hitched up to her waist as he felt himself get hard. “And is this how you close deals with other companies?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

Lisa began to move her face dangerously close to his. Her lips were barely touching him when the door to his office burst open.

“Hey Dean? I think something- Oh jesus fucking christ!”

Lisa jumped off of Dean and adjusted her skirt. Dean cleared his throat and fixed himself up just as Sam was giving him a bitch face.

“Knock next time,” Dean replied cockily. “Ms. Braden, my answer is still, a very hard no.”

“We’ll see,” she whispered for him to hear before she made her way to the door. “We’ll speak more on the matter tomorrow.” she looked to Sam and Dean. “Afternoon, gentlemen.”

As Lisa walked out, Dean adjusted his tie and ran his fingers through his hair.

“What?” Dean shrugged at his brother. “A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone.”

“Really, man!?” Sammy’s bitchface stayed in place, “fucking really? What made you even think that doing some ‘harmless flirting’ with someone from Lucifer, of all industries, was a good idea?”

“Hey, man,” Dean walked over to his brother and took the contract from him. “She’s the one who started it, I just decided to play the fame.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I mean, If I end up getting lucky,” he shrugged. “Why not? I mean I am a free agent.”

“I am literally begging you here. Of all the women you can think of, don’t put Lisa Braden in that list of options.”

“So a quick blow job at Pop’s party is a bad idea?” Dean gave Sam a serious look.

“I fucking hate you so much right now for that cursed image.” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Like I said Sam, she’s flirting and I’m playing the game,” Dean shook his head and laughed. “I don’t want THAT in my bed. I have standards.”

“I would say something, but the image you provided earlier is still in my head and I just need some goddamn brain bleach right now.” Sam groaned.

“All right, I need to look over this contract and you can probably just ask Jess to send you some nudes,” Dean grinned and ducked as Sam tried to hit him.

“Fuck off, asshole,” Sam groaned again.

“Bitch, get out of my office,” Dean laughed as he sat behind his desk and took the contract in his hand.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam shook his head as he made his way to the door. “You’re going to need all your brain power, Jerk.”

Dean flipped him off and chuckled to himself. Once Sam left he looked at the contract and began to pour over it. By the end of the day, Dean had been successful in avoiding his father. Looking over the contract, he sighed. There was something off about the wording. Something just didn’t sit right with him. Rubbing his eyes he sat back in his chair and closed his eyes.

He could hear it like a bell. She giggled as they lay on the sand, the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore.

“Dean?” her voice was a melody in his heart.

“Yeah?” he looked into her Y/E/C eyes.

“I want to stay with you forever,” she caressed his cheek.

He could almost feel it, as if she was there with him. He reached to caress her cheek. The wind blew softly. As he leaned in to kiss her a loud thunderous crash echoed around.

Dean woke up with a jolt and ran a hand across his face. Clearing his throat he looked over at the door as another knock echoed in the room.

“Come in,” Dean called. The door opened, and his little brother’s head popped in.

“Thought you would’ve left by now,” his brother closed the door behind him, then sat in one of the chairs in front of Dean’s desk. “Normally, you would’ve had stormed out or screamed at someone already…”

Dean looked over at the time, “Shit.” Dean looked at the contract and tilted his head. “There is something in this contract that just doesn’t sit right with me.” Dean took a pen and circled a section of the contract.

“I told ya,” Sam said, “it’s… too vague, but at the same time too complicated to really understand and I want to punch the person who wrote it.”

Dean began to unbutton his shirt and the small pendant tumbled forward. Running his fingers through his hair he noticed his brother staring at him.

“What?” Dean looked at the contract thinking that Sam might have figured it out. Sam pursed his lips and shook his head.

“I thought maybe you would understand whatever the hell this contract actually says, but this just confirms that this deal is fishy,” Sam ran a hand through his hair and face, “As far as I’m concerned, we could be getting fucked up here and we’re not even realizing it, man.”

“Which is why I'm taking it to Pop’s and I’m not signing it,” Dean pointed to a line in the contract. “Says here that the CEO needs to sign.”

“Guess Nick wasn’t counting on you coming back, huh?” his brother chuckled, before the smile faded from his face, looking back at Dean cautiously, “I thought you said you didn’t want to be CEO. What about Matagorda and everything you have planned, Dean?”

“Oh I’m still going to Matagorda,” Dean smirked. “Pop’s and I have a meeting with Mick. I’m thinking Mick does the paperwork, but I okay everything that needs a Winchester signature.”

“Not that bad of a plan,” Sam nodded, “think Pops will be ok with it?”

“I’m going to have a talk with the old man tomorrow.” Dean grabbed his jacket and subconsciously touched the pendant he was wearing. “If it means taking care of the business and making sure that we’re not duped into losing it then I think so.”

“When did you get that?”

“Huh?” Dean looked down at the pendant that hung on his chest. “I found it on the seashore by the house.” Dean smirked, “something just told me to take it. I mean…. There’s just something about it.”

“You sure one of your flings didn’t forget it the next morning?” Sam joked.

“Don’t,” Dean smirked. “Besides, Mom thinks you and Jess should have the wedding there.” Dean thought back to the dream he had last night. “If you guys want. It’ll save you money, and it’s a nice location.”

“Wow!” Sam smiled, “I mean, I’m sure we’re gonna want to check it out at some point and Jess would totally love a wedding near the ocean…” he rambled before turning to look back at Dean, “are you sure about it man? I mean, having the wedding there would mean Dad being there and I know that, that’s your place now… We’d love to, but we don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re my brother Sam,” Dean placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I want you two to get married there. I’m not going to let Dad chase me away because I’m not following his plan.”

“Thanks, Dean… Really.”

“Besides,” Dean smirked. “You and Jess should come in a couple of weeks. Just the two of you to visit. Get to know the place.” Dean held back a yawn and shook his head. “We should head back to your place. I’m tired and starved. Think we can have steak tonight instead of rabbit food?”

“Forget it, man,” Sam laughed, throwing his arm across Dean’s shoulders, “tonight, we are buying you the greasiest, most delicious burger we can find. Think of it as your best man present.”

“Oh, Sammy,” Dean pretended to wipe away a tear. “A man after my own heart. I am so glad I said yes!” he placed a hand on his chest and batted his eyelashes at his brother.

“Don’t get used to it. You’ll definitely be eating rabbit food tomorrow and at my wedding” his little brother laughed.

“You better be joking,” Dean laughed. “Cause even Dad would have a bitch fit about that.”

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FAVORITE FANFICS OF 2019

HAPPY NEW YEAR’S EVE & HAPPY 2020 TO YOU ALL.

So this was a fun post I did last year, inspired by the dozens of Favorite Books of 2018 by the booktubers I followed and I thought to myself: why not do a little something something for the fanfics that stood out to me, stuck me with throughout the year.

Last year I read insanely amazing reads, and if you’re interested to see what were my favorite fanfics of 2018, here’s the link: past favs

For this year, I read sooooooo many incredible fanfics that it was hard to narrow it down to just 10. And the funny thing is, a good portion were from the same author, so it was insanely hard picking the top one.

I implore all of you reading and following me to try the tag-and please tag me. Always on the hunt for fanfic recs. I also am curious to hear the favorites from the following people: @kila09, @sebbies, @bookstakeyoutootherworlds, @scarlet47, @fleetofshippyships, @eyelashesandentropy, @tired-luxis, @dreamydrarry, @mothermalfoy, @profoundfelicity & @goldentruth813

Without any further ado, here are my top 10 favorite fanfics for 2019:

1). Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SqaudOfCats/ @norelationtoatticus (drarry)

Summary: Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

If the summary alone doesn’t get you to immediately click on the link and read, I don’t know what to say. But I can say this. SqaudofCats has become my new drarry favorite author period. I read all of her drarry stories, loved them all, and am hoping she does more.

This story, in one word, was a GEM. A FUCKING GEM. It was so so so good.There were so many good elements: Veela Draco, Dad Harry raising Teddy, Draco learning how to cook, a strang but HILARIOUS courtship involving food that I didn’t realize how much I needed until this story. It was also a perfect blend of fluff with so many cute moments and angst, which thankfully didn’t involve the couple but had to do with Harry’s mental health and PTSD post-war.

I read this story back in May and I still think about it. Have to stop myself from reading because I have so many fanfic tabs. But it is so good. It’s so addicting. Highly recommend.

Honorable mentions from this writer:

*Gift for Draco

*Nearly Lost Things, Carefully Tended

2). Cinderfella by @goldentruth813 (sheith)

Summary: Takashi Shirogane is exactly the kind of man Keith likes; built like a brick house with a smile sweet enough to rot teeth and a heart of gold. Of course he’s also YouTube famous and worlds out of Keith’s league. The closest he can get to his pseudo-celebrity crush is when he watches Shiro’s videos from the safety of his bed. Or so he thinks.

This incredible bean of a human being, this incredible writer is the reason I was pulled into the sheith ship long before I finally got into the show-and then had me drag @kila09 into the incredible maddness that is Shiro and Keith and the crew....and the disappointing season 8 that I am still pissed about. But yes @goldentruth813 is the reason why I got pulled into this ship, and this fanfic is the story that sealed my love for sheith and made them my 3rd favorite ship of all time.

This story is a fun, hilarious modern twist of Cinderella that obviously involves two guys, one is who a popular Youtuber and the other who is a hardcore super fan who meet in the most surprising circumstances and come back together in the most hilarious of ways. With our classic glass slipper being a beloved leather jacket.

It’s so stinking cute. It’s so hilarious. And it’s so weird since, while I do appreciate the fairytale, Cinderella isn’t one of my favorites but I’m a sucker for a good retelling of it. And this was so good.

Honorable mention by this writer:

*Safe Haven

3). Burn the Witch by @lettersbyelise (drarry)

Summary: When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

Let’s be honest here. At this point, are we really surprise to see this story here , featured in a favorites/rec list? Are we honestly surprise? At this point, I feel every drarry-shipping reader has read it. Devoured it. And praised it.

This story pretty much took over the drarry community the way Red, White & Royal Blue took over the book world. There wasn’t a day when I didn’t see Burn the Witch featured in a drarry fanfic recs post, saw posts praising it. Fanart of it, edits for it, and several mood-boards. It was THAT STORY. And I am proud to say it was worth THE HYPE.

Because it’s so well-known, I’m not going into too much detail but I can say it involves Daddy Draco and Scorpius who is precious, Harry in an undercover mission, and has one of the BEST post-war, slow-burn to the point of excruciating drarry relationship I’ve read all year. READ IT.

Honorable mention by this writer:

*Draco Malfoy’s Stupendous Seduction Seminar

*Love Me (Four Times)

4). Evitative by Vichan (drarry)

Summary: In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn.Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure.

Out of all the stories I have in my list, this is the only one that is currently a WIP. I know some are hesitant with WIPs but this one is so worth it. Another hidden jewel found by chance. This story has to be one of the best slytherin-Harry ever and that shows the Slytherin House and the Slytherins in a positive light while still remaining true to their cunning ways.

5). Up We Go by Oh_Hey_Tae (BTS: Taehyung x Jimin x Yoongi)

Summary: “If you’re a witch that works with plants, then why are all of yours dead? That can’t be good for business.”

The room dims again, and Jimin lifts a hand to flip off the ceiling. Taehyung knows he’s sad and that’s why the shop darkens and he shouldn’t find it funny—but he can’t help it. Because this is ridiculous. The good kind of ridiculous. The amazing kind.

(Or: Taehyung has a green thumb, Jimin runs a magical store, and Yoongi can kind of see dead people.)

Oh my goodness, where on earth do I even begin with this one? I am loss for words. It’s been months since I read it and I am still lost for words on how incredible it is. This story reads like a fairytale. Who am I kidding? This is a fairytale. A beautiful fairytale that is of loss, grief, friendship, family, love, and magic. And a beautiful fairytale that features a poly relationship

I was broken at the last word of the last chapter. Broken. Broken and put back together again.This story was so heartbreaking and heartwarming and I couldn’t think of anything else the whole damn week after I finished it. It was that good.

Honorable mention by this writer:

* Tell Me Again

6). Silence by the Night by @parkkate (drarry)

Summary: After a spell goes horribly wrong, Harry has to deal with the loss of his eyesight. It’s such terrible timing, too, because how is he supposed to find out what Malfoy has been up to in the Room of Requirement? It’s not like he can ask the git, not only because it’s Malfoy, but also because the Slytherin has suddenly lost his voice. While they’re both trapped in the hospital wing, however, Harry discovers there’s so much he didn’t know about Malfoy, and it’s highly intriguing, but also a bit alarming. Where did all these confusing feelings come from all of a sudden? And what is Harry going to do about them?

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. That is the best way to sum up this story. The themes of it certainly tie with the story. This story....there is a certain chapter and @parkkate knows what I mean if she remembers my reviews that shattered me. That made me sit down with a gasp because the angst just cut through me in a way that no other drarry fanfic had do to me. @parkkate I hope you know what I mean.

Funny thing is about this fanfic is that it took my lazy butt forever to read it, like months after it was done. And mind you, I’ve seen so much praise and incredible fanart for this fanfic as well. So yeah, I was cursing myself for not getting to it sooner. And it was so so so so damn good that I literally said to @parkkate THIS IS CANON. This is canon. This happened 6th year after the bathroom scene and no one can tell otherwise.

7). You only Live Once by @dreaming-fireflies (viktuuri/victuuri)

Summary: It's when the man is soaring in mid-air under the full moon that Victor gets a good look at him: he's Japanese, with black hair slicked back in a styled look, and a lithe body covered in tight, tight, leather under a navy blue coat.

And when the man lands on the ground again, Victor sees the final piece that captures his heart absolutely and thoroughly – a pair of brilliant, golden eyes.

Victuuri supernatural AU in which Victor is a Western demon hunter and Yuuri is a Japanese half-youkai exterminator.A cross-cultural romantic comedy/drama, with Japanese mythology, shounen action, and slice of life elements.

Literally the summary itself said everything you needed to know, everything that should AND MUST intrigue you enough into reading, that I don’t know if I really have anything to add. But I’ll try to add some of my own input.

Like the summary said, this is a Supernatural-au YOI story, infused with Japanese mythology. Two different shows that shouldn’t work together but somehow did, creating such a fantastic read. I loved it. From beginning to end. I even knew first chapter it was going to be an ultimate favorite of mine. This fanfic just reminded me of my great love for Vikor and Yuuri-and my need for a fucking season two. As well as reminded of the glorious prime days of Supernatural, which in my opinion were seasons 4 & 5. There was action, there was angst, there was mutual and insane pining from both sides, and so many incredible moments to put into words. Seriously, what more could you want?

@dreaming-fireflies, you seriously did the damn thing with this story.

Honorable mentions by this writer:

*Entwining Fates

*Zanka

8). your sharp and glorious thorn by @arahir (sheith)

Summary: To end the war they inherited, Keith marries the King he lead an army against.

“You know, we met once,” the king continues, voice closer, and Keith almost turns. They met many times on the field—but then the king clarifies with a single word. “Before.”

Before he was a king. Maybe before he was a general. Keith has traced his rise like the growth of a seed he planted in clay and never expected to see again for how poorly he sowed it. None of this would have been possible without Keith—not the war, not a line soldier's battlefield promotion, not the end of it all, tied up so neatly by all Keith’s best mistakes. Not the killing, either. The king is right about that much, at least.

This is an arranged-marriage AU story, a trope I don’t love too much unless it’s really well done, and had very strong Game of Thrones vibes. And please note when I said Game of Thrones, I mean Game of Thrones back in its incredible prime, not the shitty season 8 we all agree was a nightmare never to be thought of again. But yes, this story was so good. Arranged marriage, enemies-to-lovers, slowburn. Please read.

9). Your Constellation Prize by rosegardenlake aka @whoalookingcooljoker (sheith)

Summary: Akira is Hollywood's biggest celebrity. He sings, he acts, he models, he does it all and he does it perfectly. That's what Shiro thinks at least, but what would he know? He's just a tired office worker whose dreams fell through years ago. ...But when he sees Akira, oh god, when he sees him - Shiro's world fills with light again.

When Shiro lands an interview to be an assistant at Akira's company, he has a hard time believing it's reality. Though Akira's rarely around, meeting everyone is like a dream. Especially meeting Keith, Akira's shy sweet dorky cousin (OR IS HE?!)

I didn’t realize how much I would liked-love in fact-or needed a celebrity-AU until I read this story. And that’s about all I will say since I feel anything else will probably make things spoilery. But I will this say: these two can be such idiots, but they’re our lovable idiots and they’re so sweet, so soft. Also that this story definitely well-portrayed the dark side of fame.

10). That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (drarry)

Summary: Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

Least but certainly not least: an incredible, incredible drarry story done by the impeccable @bixgirl1.

I know I said that I’m not the biggest fan of the arranged marriage trope since I’ve been let down by so stories that started out promising but disappointed in the end. However, there are a few authors who I can always count on to make this trope into a great story. Such as @beatitudinembty, and also @bixgirl1.

This being is pretty much....I wanna say Sarah J Maas, one of my fav authors, in the drarry community. Everyone knows her. Everyone loves her. Everything she writes always turns into gold, and this latest story by hers was no except. Arranged marriage brings Harry and Draco together in the most infuriating, excruciating, incredibly-done slowburn.

Honorable mentions that I seriously wanted to add to the list but this post is already lengthy. All amazing, all greats reads by various writers y’all should check out:

*Moon-Eyed by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (Veela Draco, werewolf Harry, done by another star in the drarry community

*Expectant by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (drarry mpreg with Veela-Draco & werewolf-Harry)

*Where There is Tea by @bafflinghaze (drarry + bookstore+ tea=goodness)

*The Rules of Matchbreaking @nerdherderette ( drarry: match-maker Draco, oblivious Harry, what more could you want?)

* Come For Me by Frayach (drarry; STEAMY STEAMY smut and disabled rep)

*I Want Your Touch (And I Want Your Love) by @awjiminie (yoonmin with bad boy Jimin, good boy yoongi. What more could you want?)

*Seasons of Love by mucha (BTS; Jimin x Tae x Yoongi; incredibly well-done poly relationship)

Lovely people, that concludes my favorites of 2019. So many fantastic fanfics that I could spend hours gushing over them. To the writers who created these incredible stories. I applaud you. I thank you for creating and sharing these wonderful stories. Anyone interested in doing the tag, please do.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS.

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A Castlerock New Year’s Eve party

Notes: I reworked this one one short story instead of three small chapters. I know its New Years Eve but it is also creepy So it is a good fanfic to start off October. These characters will continue into an All Hallows Eve story I am I working on. Also I write The Kid/Henry Deaver a little different than most. He is based on the rumor that he is The Crimson King in the Steven King Universe. Word count 3,033

Warnings: creepiness, smut,

tags: @loomiz @super-pink-a-palouza @ill-skillsgard @waywardtigersandwich @dreamtherapy @grandpa-sweaters @goblincxnt @dragsraksllib @bskarsgardlove92 @taintedglass

Genevieve and her best friend Nadine, prepared for their yearly New Years Eve bash.They always invite practically the whole town of Castlerock, but only the very brave showed up. For most people that have survived in Castlerock long enough, know it’s no a place to be out during the night. Hell, the local bar has been closing at 8pm since the last disappearances.

But they revel in the possible dangers lurking around every corner especially in the evening hours. They have seen some weird shit growing up around here. Like part of the town of Derry falling practically underground like there was an earthquake, but no earthquake ever registered there Parents kept children inside the whole year before that happened.

Now that they are adults they feel, either embrace the darkness that goes on around you or you let it drive you madd. Most people in the area lean towards the crazy side but pretend to be completely normal.

“What if we put on the invite for everyone to wear cloaks this year?” Nadine suggested.

Genevieve agreed. “I love that idea. Oh, we need to find that Kid that they say went missing from the prison and hasn’t been seen since. Did you see his wanted posted? He’s fucking hot. We need him at the party.”

“We need him?” Nadine Smirked. “More like you think you need him because he is creepy as fuck.”

“You say, creepy. I say, hot.” Genevieve laughed. “What ev. I want to find him. I want to know his story.”

Nadine huffed. “Fine, we can do some research and see if anyone is talking, which I doubt because no one in this town talks about anyone who has gone missing weather they are a good person or bad.”

“He’s good. I just know it.” Gen grinned. “I mean he is at least as good as me.”

Nadine cackled. “Oh, so, the bar isn’t that high,”

They giggled continuing shopping for party supplies. This task is not so easy in a town like Castlerock. No after dark parties, equal no great party supply stores. They buy left over red Christmas lights and some cool looking statues from Pop’s, who never asks questions why anyone would need anything. The décor is complete.

A trip to the grocery to get chips, dips and hotdog tots and they are done for the day. They left invites in every mailbox and a handful at each store. This is mostly to tell the town they don’t care about their petty fears. Tomorrow night this party is a go.

Gen is walking down the street alone. It seems something is gnawing at her to head into the woods. The ground is covered in fog; it is dark with a chill to the air. Her small flashlight and this feeling kept her on a path leading through the woods. The hat on her hoodie pulled up over her head keeps her warm enough. She stopped when she saw a small cabin up ahead.

A little frightened she walks to the cabin anyway. Genevieve feels something is waiting inside. The hairs on the back of her neck rise as she opened the unlocked door slowly.

“Hello, is anyone here?” Only her echo is returned.

The room is silent. The darkness blankets it other than her flashlight with its one beam of light. She lifted the flashlight up slowly. An iron cage in the corner of the room comes into view. Gen started to walk over. Hearing shoveling she stopped. Gen pointed the flashlight towards the sound. It’s him. It’s The Kid on the wanted poster. He is caged like an animal. His big sad eyes meet with hers.

“Who left you hear like this?” Genevieve asked.

He said nothing just looking at her pleading for help with his expressive eyes. She looked for the opening of the cage. Seeing the padlock, she rummaged through her mini backpack to find anything to help pick the lock.

“I’ll get you out of there.” Genevieve kept looking threw her bag as she toldl him, “Just let me find something to pick the lock. I’m really good at it with just the right…Oh, yes, this safety pin will work.”

Genevieve worked on the lock as The Kid watches closely. It barely takes her a minute to pop the lock. She opened the door. Taking his hand, he leans on her a little as she helped him to the couch. Gen ran her hand through his thick brown hair holding the flashlight between the two of them. He caressed her cheek with his large hand.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

He managed to speak in in whisper. “Here they have been calling me Henry, but I go by other names. You can call me Red or Henry like others do. Thank you, My Queen, for opening that cage. I knew you would come eventually.”

Goosebumps ran over her body. He leaned in kissing her lips as a thank you. His lips are dry and chapped. When he moves back watching for her reaction she dug in her backpack and find some cherry Chapstick. Gen applied it to his lips gently.

“This will help make those lips feel better.” Genevieve put the flashlight down between them so she could hold his chiseled jaw as she applied the Chapstick. “I’ll get you a drink from the kitchen if the water is working. Some of these old cabins…”

Genevieve gasped as he touched the inside of her thigh. He ran his hand up slowly unbuttoning her jeans as he watched her reaction. It seems like a split second they are naked and she is riding him moaning out as he rests his hands on your hips. As she rolled her hips, he thrusts powerfully pushing her to the edge of ecstasy.

Genevieve wakes in a sweat breathing heavily. Her mind swirls as she tried to remember the dream that brought her to this state. All she remembered is there is a cabin in the woods she needs to get to, but maybe during the day would be better.

When daylight breaks she gets ready for an adventure. Gen is not sure what She will find, but she brings some bottled water and turkey sandwiches in case she gets lost. She has heard of people getting lost, never to be found again, in these woods. Plus, there is something about them that always makes her ears ring.

Genevieve has never told friends that because they love to have bonfires in the woods to try to scare each other with stories they have heard about the area. It doesn’t bother her enough to ruin a good time. Once she has a beer or three Gen doesn’t even notice the ringing.

Sticks and dried leaves crackle under her feet as she makes her way through the woods. Unsure where she is exactly going, she trudges along watching for the cabin in your dreams. Gen shakes her head thinking, Why, would I ever come out here alone? Then she sees it through the trees. It’s a pretty rundown looking cabin.

Silence drops around the area as Genevieve gets closer to the cabin. She thinks, That’s not weird at all, but I’ve come this far. She goes to the door. Looking around she knocks because who is dumb enough to just walk into a creepy old cabin. No one answers. The door creaks as she opened it slowly. It smells musty and dirty. No one seemed to be in there. Gen starts to turn to leave and then she heard the shoveling.

Genevieve turned her head seeing him in the cage. Her eyes widen as he looks to her innocently. It’s the Kid she has wanted to find. The one, she dreamed of finding here. Could that even be true? She is not sure what to say or do. Maybe she is just dreaming again. It all seems a bit bazaar.

His voice is barely audible. “You’re here?”

Genevieve whispered, “yeah.”

He replied, “To help?”

She asked. “Who are you?”

A slight grin appears on his face. “You know.”

Gen swallowed hard as they stared at each other for a few moments.

He whined. “Help?”

Genevieve is a little hesitant, but he seems so fragile and helpless. She still doesn’t really know what is going on. All she knows is this strong feeling to help him. She looked around the room and in every drawer for a key. Only in her dreams is Gen a master at picking a lock. She can feel him watching her as she tore up the place looking for the key. She finds it taped under the coffee table when she overturns it.

Gen holds the key up. “I found the key, Red.”

She thinks, Where did I get that name from? But she is sure that is his name or one name he likes to be called anyway.

He smiled. “Good girl. Open the door, Now.”

Shivers roll down her spine as he emphasizes the word, now. A small wicked grin crosses his lips as she unlocked his prison. He stumbles a bit as he gets to his feet trying to walk. Genevieve tries to help. They sat on the couch. She watches his hands as he studies her closely. It seems neither trusts the other in this moment.

Genevieve finally broke the silence. “I brought water and sandwiches.”

She got up mostly to get some distance between them. She has never been so unsure about a person’s motivations in her life. Gen set the table back upright and put her bag on it.

As she got out the packed stuff, she questioned him. “How long has it been since you had food or water?”

He sighed deeply. “A while.” His body was stick thin. His face a bit gaunt. His eyes sat back in the sockets deep but still large.

Gen untwisted the cap on a water and handed it to him. He took small sips as if conserving it in case it is the last thing he ever drinks. When she handed him the sandwich, he took it apart carefully. Then he balled up the bread to eat.

When Genevieve watched him stuff it in his mouth she laughed. “I guess the rumor of you being a carb addict was correct. You should eat the protein to, so you heal.”

As he chewed up the bread he noded.

She took a swig of bottled water. “If you want, I can take you back to my loft to get cleaned up?”

. “Yes.” He croaked

“My Friend and I are supposed to throw a New Years Eve party tonight, but I can stay home and take care of you.” She mentioned even though she originally wanted him at the party. “I don’t think you should be alone or be around a lot of people right now.”

“We should go.” He countered.

That surprises her. “You want to go to the party with me?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

“Okay, I’d like that.” Gen smiled. “Do you think you can walk? Oh, I should find you different cloths. Maybe there is some in the closet.”

He watched as she went towards a closet. He took off all his clothing throwing them in the cell. “I can walk.”

“This will have to do.” Gen pulled a long brownish-red cloak from the closet. “It will be perfect for the party.” When she turned around she gasped. Then grinned. “Okay, Big Red. Put this on. And let’s go.”

He puts on the cloak. Then they head to her place.

When Genevieve let him in the door he ducked. She felt bad her loft apartment had such low ceilings since when he stood the top of the cloak brushes the ceiling. He sat spread out in a large chair.

Gen is not sure why, but she has a desire to sit at his feet looking up at him. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

He sits up to caress her cheek.“Yes, my Queen.” She leaned into his touch.

The way he says it gives her chills. He tilts his head seeming to contemplate something. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

Genevieve shuddered “I uh, I think I should know more about you before anything, I mean before we go to the party.”

He nods in agreement as he thinks of a clever story to ease her mind. “I don’t remember how long I was in that cage or how I got there really. I don’t even know why. If you need to know why I am sorry I can’t tell you. I was a fiction writer obsessed with how science fiction dealt with time and space. I was mostly alone other than my gold tabby, Randal, who seemed to worship me. He was a little asshole but still wanted me to care for him. You know animals?”

Gen giggled. “Yeah, I know. So, have you written anything I might know?”

He shrugged, “I don’t think so. I self-published once. That seems like ages ago or maybe after now. I’m not really sure.”

His words confused her. “After now?”

He answered, “Yeah, I created something or someone else did. I can’t remember now.”

She nods concerned his lack of concentration.“I think you need to eat and drink more to clear the cobwebs from your brain.”

He caressed her cheek again as Gen looked to him for answers. “Yeah, I think that is what happens now or should happen or did.”

Genevieve blinked several times as if that would help her understand. “Okay, weird, you relax in here.”

She headed into the kitchen to put on some steak and eggs. Gen hummed as she bustled around to get things together. She put the steaks on and seasoned them. Then she cracked the eggs beside them still humming the last song she heard as she shook her bum a little. When Gen did a little turn, she jumped seeing him standing naked in the doorway.

“I’m not sure I meant for you to get that comfortable.” Gen tried to laugh it off.

“Are you done yet?�� He gave her a wanting look. “I need you.”

Genevieve turned back to flip the steaks. “It depends on how rare you like your steak.”

He came over behind her watching the steak and eggs cook. After a few minutes he put his hands on her hips.

. “Turn it off.” He pleaded. “I need you. I always need you.”

Gen is surprised to feel his arousal so prominently. She reached to turn off the stove. Then she turned to look up at him. Holding her hips, he pulled her away from the stove. He did not break eye contact. She could not tear her eyes away from his. As he reached down undoing her jeans she pulled off her hoodie with the t-shirt underneath it. Gen stepped out of her jeans and panties as he griped her face with both hands plastering his lips against hers. As she moved backwards, he continues to kiss her hungerly. She hit a wall. He pulled her hands over her head as he positions himself to wreck her. She moaned out at the complete fullness she felt. The utter intesity of the moment.

He captures her mouth in another kiss as Gen felt yourself getting close to her peak. He looked at her with a devilish grin when she screamed out “YES OH FUCK YES!” as her orgasm hit. He groaned as he came soon after. Slowing to a still he held Genevieve close not wanting to lose their closeness. He leans his forehead to hers.

Gen ran her fingers though his drenched hair when he let go of her wrists. “I’ll always find you. I don’t fully understand but I’ll always find you.”

He nods, “Most of the time you do.” He pulled out. “I live for these times.”

“Yeah?” Gen smiled. “We can stay here.”

“No we have to go.” He sighed. “ Put on your cloak. I’ll put on mine.”

Genevieve took a deep breath. “I think, we eat, shower and then get ready and go to the party.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

About three hours later they go to the party. When Nadine sees them her eyes are wide.Her heart practically stops. Jealousy swells in her thoughts.

“Oh, wow you actually…” She looks to Henry. “Your Henry, right?”

He nods a yes since he knows that is the name he is called here. She looks to Genevieve. She silently mouths, you fucked him? Gen blushed. He grins walking in front of Gen knowing what Nadine is feeling. He stays close to Genevieve without saying a word as she socializes with friends. They can’t believe he is there. He just nodded no expression on his face unless Gen turned to him in which case, he gave her a partial smile and sometimes a small kiss.

When the countdown started on the television Nadine screams, “ITS TIME. LET’S GO EVERYONE!”

Genevieve pulled The Kid outside with the rest of the crowd. He pulls her to face him as they go into the woods. A countdown to midnight goes on through cellphones as everyone laughs dancing around in their cloaks. Gen winced when her ears start to ring. He looked at her with dismay and fear in his eyes.

Several people are screaming, “Five, four, three, two…”

Genevieve put her hand on his cheek. “Don’t worry. Nothing really ever happens in these woods.”

The countdown continues as they walk near a clearing

” …two, one HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

He grabbed Gen. “Don’t worry you’ll find me another time.”

He kissed her passionately as long as he could keep her close to him as others are kissing and hugging and wishing each other a Happy New Year. But eventually Gen is pulled away to hug and kiss Nadine and others. Her hand still holds his but slowly he slips out of her grasp.

When Genevieve no longer felt him, she looked around. He is no where to be seen. Her chest hurts. Her ears are killing her. She stumbled around the scene.

Nadine helped her back to her place. “What happened? Where is he?”

“He’s gone.” Genevieve cried. “But I’ll find him another time.”

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