#oc: maggie jennings

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Prompt: 10. Snow Prints

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Christmas Market in Town -> The Lake -> Dashwood Home (Not exactly following cannon, moving the time to winter and the manner Brandon visits the Dashwoods for the first time.)

A/N: I thought we’d take a little tiny break from the serial fics - I do feel I need a breath as it takes way more to write several serials at the same time than one shots (for me) 😂 Also, Brandon seems to be very loved this year, so thought I’d give him some more screen time so to say 🥰

I have perhaps spent too much time on this fic but it ended up flowing and turning into this 5k piece - anyway, I really hope you’ll have a splendid time reading this! We are nearing the middle of Rickmas2023 and I feel good about having been able to post at a decent time every day so far 😍👏 (Let’s hope I can keep it up all the way through 👀😂)

Tags/TW’s: Instant Infatuation, Forehead Kisses, Hand Holding, Accidental Meeting, Unintentional Invasion Of Emotional Privacy, Self Derogatory Thoughts, Classicism, Nicknames, Mutual Pining, Confessions Of Adoration/Love, Implied Future Marriage, Slighty Sassy OC, Chivalry, Poverty Hints,

Word Count: 5k+

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Mrs Jennings laughed by a market stand down the busy street, Margaret squeezed my hand and I could not quite keep a smile from spreading across my lips as she giggled up at me. “She never stops, does she?” Margaret asked with that childlike twinkle in her eye. “I’m afraid not, Maggie,” I chuckled. “She means well, but I do think Miss Markle is quite over her matchmaking attempts, as most of us are.” “Well, you are free of it,” Margaret said with happiness, not knowing the knife it twisted within me. “Indeed, lucky me,” I said as happily as I could. Knowing full well she held little interest of pairing lowly me with anyone at all.

I was an orphan, a mere child-tender for the Dashwoods before Mr Dashwood passed and left the family in ruin - in every manner. Now I was a burden on the kind family, allowed to live with them and dine after them in exchange for not only taking care of Margaret but cleaning and tending to every manner of household chore whenever needed, teaching the child to read and write, to interpret texts as well. No pay given, but a roof over my head and food in my stomach. It was more than I could ask for given the circumstances.

“Mellie,” Mrs Dashwood called, “go buy us some mistletoes and meet us at home!” “Right away, ma’am!” I called back, squeezing Margaret’s hand before ushering her toward one of her older sisters. I trodded off, heading down the market street with vendors filling the space and air with shouts of prices and smells of Christmas. I weaved through the crowd, well-versed in not being in the way.

I found the right vendor and purchased the holly for the Dashwoods, laying them atop the bread and carrots in my basket before turning about. My eyes caught sight of a brilliantly red coat with black and golden details. It stood out in the throng of greys, browns, whites and beige clothes, none as brightly coloured — not even the greens and blues, all in muted saturation. A man of the military? My eyes slid upward only for my breath to catch. He was stunning in profile. Older, with slightly peculiar features — like his hooked nose and thin lips — but more handsome than any other man I had ever laid eyes upon. His grave features and remote manner of looking only made his features shine brighter in the afternoon sun which made the snow glisten on the rooftops.

I stood stock still in the middle of the street, a messenger boy ran right into me, knocking my basket out of my hand — breaking the spell I had been under by the man. I hurried to pick up the greenery, the cloth-wrapped bread, and frost-bit carrots, before scurrying away, throwing one final glance back before entering one of many narrow alleys. His eyes appeared to see me for a second before I turned and hurried away from the market. No matter how handsome the man was, or how my heart had stuttered at his appearance, he was no man for me. I was all too aware of it.

I held on tightly to the basket, the day was beautiful and with the bright sun and lack of wind I managed to keep warm. I sped up my steps as I cleared the town’s border, crossing over a field to take a shortcut through the woods beyond; then it would only be a matter of two more fields to cross, a small hill to hike up, and I would be home once more. I didn’t mind walking through the snow, the boots Mrs Jennings had given me upon winters arrival were far too big but allowed for three pairs of socks which kept me plenty warm as long as I moved about. I was thankful for her gift, even if it were only for them being too small for her but too big for anyone else to wear, and with their shafts reaching nearly to my knees no snow slunk within them even if I pulsed through it at the moment.

I reached the woods, feeling a need to look back toward the town where I had seen the handsome man I was sure to never see again. Even if no man ever finds me to his liking I can at the very least allow the oddity of daydreaming of it to keep me happy, should I not have at least that? I squinted against the direct sunlight as it sank, bathing the sky in orange and pink only making the glittering snow look further magical with the twinkling light of lanterns and candles coming from the town. “A military man, perhaps that would be a grand life.” Not that I shall ever know it for real.

I half giggled to myself, enjoying my little daydream where the man in red would smile sweetly at me and marvelled at the quietly spectacular view. It was interrupted when something came barrelling across the field, someone atop a horse riding at the utmost speed with snow spraying about them yet I could not see any details with the last bit of sun glaring me in the eye and turning them into nothing but a shadow.

I thought little of it, many cut across the field to return home, so I turned and kept walking while wondering what voice would belong to the man in red — a commanding one, an assured one, a powerful one. I could not imagine a man who looked like he had to speak in any meek or bright fashion. No, no a most strong voice ought to belong to such a gentleman.

“Miss!” I spun around in haste at the dark rumble of a call that was somehow heard so clearly. “Miss!” the man called again and I raised a hand to cover my eyes from the sun. My heart stuttered as the man in red came barrelling towards me, his giant black steed’s hooves made the snow spray in magical waves of sparkles all around him.

He halted the horse with great skill, going from a gallop to a near-complete halt in a mere two steps. “Miss,” he said again, his voice a rumble which seemed to shake my insides. “Y-yes?” I asked, bowing my head while curtsying deeply. The thud of feet hitting the snow-covered ground rang out and I looked up. He was a head taller than me, his shoulders stiffly held and his back utterly straight. He looked every bit a stoic gentleman as he inclined his head before reaching out his hand, holding a mistletoe.

“Sir, I— What is this?” I asked while looking between the man who made my heart run rampant and the greenery in his glove-clad hand. “You left this behind, miss.” “Oh… oh!” I rummaged around my basket and indeed, there were only seven when there ought to have been eight of them. “Thank you, sir. I apologize for the trouble you went through for such a small thing.” My cheeks nearly seemed to burn as he handed it over while I spoke and then secured the mistletoe under the towel covering the basket.

The man looked at me, his eyes sweet but his features stoic. “It was no bother, miss. I merely followed the snow prints.” But, I left none behind until I reached the field? “I’m grateful for your kindness and effort, sir.” “Colonel Brandon, miss. At your service,” he said and placed his closed fist atop his chest before bowing slightly. “Melinda Merryweather,” I replied, endeavouring to keep my cheeks from burning up under his stare. “Beautiful Honeybee,” he said in a quiet drone and my eyes widened. “Excuse me, sir?” “Oh, no, miss, your name. Melinda, of Latin origin, meaning sweet. Constructed of mel, meaning honeybee, and Linda, meaning beautiful.”

I was not proud of it, but I gawked at the man. He knew more about my name than me myself. I had been aware of the Latin origin but the meaning of it had never been told to me. “My mother did have a fondness for the buzzing creatures, they fill an important role after all.” “Indeed,” the man said, “there would be little in terms of flowers without them.” “Oh, I was referring to food, Colonel Brandon. Flowers are pretty though.” “Their honey?” “No, they pollinate far more than flowers,” I continued, the education I had been given as a child tender to the Dashwoods far beyond any I would have had in another situation. “You are a woman of education.” “Oh, no, sir. I have merely been most lucky as a tender of children for the lovely Dashwood family.”

I did my utmost to speak calmly, but my entire body seemed caught on fire, the flames growing stronger with each second in his company. Talking is not my issue, remaining silent is. I’m certain he sees me as a know-it-all by now. “Luck plays a grand part in life. I admit, it has not been so graceful to me until now.” “Oh? You appear a most lucky man, sir.” “I shall not ruin said image of me for you, Miss Melinda Merryweather.” What to say to such a statement?

I had no need to think of it though, the man bowed and mounted his steed once more. My heart skipped a beat as he turned the horse about. “Thank you again, Colonel Brandon,” I said and he smiled at me, my skin burned and my breath caught as the last sunlight left the world but it seemed all the brighter when he smiled. “I wish you the best, beautiful honeybee,” he said with a sudden softness to his features and put his horse into motion, setting off in a rushed gallop without looking back once while my heart seemed to race at the same pace as the black horse.

Never had I met a man such as him. He was different, in the most sweet and good manner. I ended up watching him gallop back to town, I simply couldn’t make myself leave before he was gone. Strange sensations filled my chest and the heavy basket in my hand suddenly felt light in comparison to the weight of the newness, or, perhaps it was the knowledge a man such as him were not meant for me. For someone like me. A colonel had little business with a child tender turned into some form of a maid and teacher of reading and writing out of the goodness of my employer of many years. As much as warmth for the man bloomed within me, a sense of hopeless longing grew as well.

***

“I’ll only be an hour!” I called toward the little sitting room where Marianne and Elinor sat, one embroidering and one playing on the forte, while I slipped my boots over the many layers of socks I had adorned. I loved Marianne’s music, and voice, not blessed with either skill myself. Books, poetry, and stories lay me far closer to the heart though.

Reading, writing, and weaving stories of my own were my pleasures. My loves. And the past week my poetry had turned longing and somewhat sappy, to be truthful. I needed a moment with nature, to take a breath and rid my heart and mind of the grand colonel who called me a beautiful honeybee before riding off in a swirl of snow.

I wrapped a second scarf over my shoulders and headed out, the weather was splendid but cold. The midday sun had the world in a sparkle, a winter wonderland to adore and enjoy. I took a deep breath of fresh air and set off down the hidden road few carriages traversed. I followed it down the hill and then began my trodding across the field to reach the ice-covered lake where I was sure the most wonderful view where to be seen.

I had no idea how right I was…

As I came over the little hill, a wonderful view indeed sprawled out before me. But nothing could compare to the man standing right by the edge of the snow-covered beach, holding the reins of his large steed in a loose grip. With the sun shining high I could see him most perfectly, even if he wore no red coat I would have known his posture anywhere. The air about him was that of a single kind. I had spent so many words on the man, writing poetry to expel the feelings I had endeavoured to suppress ever since I had managed to tear myself away from the edge of the forest where I had last seen him galloping away in haste.

I stood still, once more stuck looking at the man from a distance without him being aware, and I felt as if all the feelings I had sought to tamper down and rid myself of through poetry took over completely. Let loose by his appearance where I least expected him. Oh, this is not proper! This is lunacy of the acutest kind. The man is a colonel, for goodness sake. I was about to turn around, play the coward, and run away while my heart ran rampant. “Honeybee!” came the loud rumble of the colonel, stopping me in my tracks (not that I’d begun to actually move).

The sound of boots and hooves walking through snow filled the air as he neared. My mind blanked when his soft gaze landed on me and a small smile spread his lips most sweetly. “Colonel Brandon,” I said and curtsied while hiding my bare hands behind my back. A bit embarrassed I had no gloves to speak of when he wore such fine ones of leather. “What a wonderful surprise,” he said. “What brings you to the lake, miss?” “Oh, umh, well, I was merely out for a walk to— To clear my head a bit, colonel.” “Perhaps a coincidence, I am here for that exact reason. What troubles you, if I may enquire?” You . Not that I could ever admit to such a thing.

“My troubles could not possibly be of any importance to a colonel, sir Brandon.” “I would take great pride in absolving you of any trouble, honeybee.” His voice was honest, his gaze a bit harsher and his voice once more a line rather than a smile, and that nickname set my stomach into an absolute flutter. “Do not tease me, sir.” “Never,” he said while taking a step closer. “I am not a man who would trifle with a beautiful woman,” he continued, taking another step. He was almost too close, yet not close enough.

My fingers fidgeted behind my back, the ends of my scarf swaying lightly in the soft breeze. A gust of wind blew by and my scarf flew off, tumbling along the snow in soft waves. He was off after it before I had a chance to even react. “Colonel!” I called, feeling like a nuisance to the man. “Colonel! Stop! It’s my—” He bent and snagged the thin fabric, holding it up with the sweetest of triumphant smiles before he jogged back. My icy fingers covered my mouth to hide the giggle, or perhaps to cool the heat flushing my face.

“My lady,” he said with a slight bow while holding out my scarf for me. I suffocated the laughter bubbling within me at his theatrics and reached for it. He jolted and grabbed my hand before I could pull away. “No gloves? In this chill?” he asked, concern written all over his handsome face while mine contorted with shame and embarrassment. “Thank you,” I said and wrung my hand free. “For catching it, sir.” I draped it over my shoulders once more but he only tilted his head to study me closer.

“I ought to return,” I said after a moment of silence, a silence far too intense. “They are expecting me at home,” I continued and curtsied swiftly before turning on my heel. “Miss Melinda,” he called, “stay safe!” “I shall, Colonel. I’m quite capable!” I called over my shoulder before waving at him, picking up my pace while leaving deep prints behind which I knew he would not follow this time.

***

It was the tenth of December, another week had passed since I saw the colonel and my little notebook was by now full of poems all revolving around him, around what he made me feel and wished to expel. My silly little heart had no wits about her, my mind just as snagged on his handsomeness — his kindness a lingering torment when there was no world in which I could be anything to such a fine gentleman.

“Mellie,” Margaret whined, “you’ve been writing for hours!” “Huh? Oh, have I really?” “Yes!” she said with a certain oomph to her voice. I merely smiled at her, mustering up the courage to not show her anything at all. “Is there a reason I ought to stop for the moment?” I asked as she leaned on the desk where I had, indeed, been sitting for several hours as lunchtime had arrived. “Mama asked you to fetch a bird for dinner, it’ll be dark if you don’t go soon.” “Oh, oh right! Yes, of course,” I said while shutting my little notebook and standing. “I’ll head out right away.” “But it’s lunchtime, silly goose.” “Well, there will be no goose of any kind, or other bird, if I don’t get a move on, will there?” “I’ll make a sandwich for you,” she said and scurried off with the usual happy spring to her steps. “With cheese and peppers, how you like it!” she called over her shoulder and I smiled at her sweetness.

I was out of the house a few moments later, hurrying towards town once again to get a bird for the family for the evening. Given how cold it was, one could have bought several and just had them in a box outside - they’d keep for weeks if the weather remained. But, again, I was not one to complain about some walking. I was rather fond of being out like that, truth be told. Truth be told, huh? More like give me something to take my mind of the man in a red coat, with a sweet smile, and soft eyes, and— Stop. Just, do not think of him. Simple as that. It was not , however, simple as that.

All the way to town, then through it, and back home again, I thought of the man. When I went down the hill to the house he was really the only thing I thought of at all. The fact I managed to keep my wits about me enough to see snow prints of male shoes unlike any other prints was a miracle. As the Dashwoods had company, obviously of the male kind, I walked around back and took the small servant entrance almost straight into the kitchen.

“Cook, here, I found a fantastic goose for dinner. It’s missing half a wing but the butcher gave me a great price for it.” “My, my, my, that is a good bird,” Cook replied as I held the naked goose up. Plucked and ready for cooking. She grabbed it and my cold fingers flexed with an ache to them. The thing was heavy and with the evening chill I struggled to get my blood flowing again for a moment while undressing my outside clothes only to put on a new scarf over my shoulders and thicker slippers on my feet rather than the boots and tripple socks.

“Here,” Cook said and handed me a tray of tee with some biscuits on a plate. Four cups on it, but it was the pretty china so the fourth one certainly wasn’t for me and Margaret didn’t drink tea. “Who’s visiting?” I asked. “Oh, some upstanding man, the boring type if you ask me. Tense looking. Too old for any of the Dashwoods too, no idea why the lady entertains him for so long.” “Long?” “He’s been ‘ere since one, came right after lunchtime.” “Well, perhaps he fancies one of them, or one of them fancies him. Is he rich?” “Very much so, Mellie.” “Well, there you have it then, Mrs Dashwood couldn’t send a rich man away — no matter his looks or age when she has two daughters she needs to wed.” “Indeed, but we both know the lady cares too much about what her daughters want to ever force a marriage.” “True, maybe she can force a marriage with a rich man upon me?” I laughed, both cook and I perfectly aware I wished for no such thing and nor would it ever happen either. No, love would be my biggest reason for marriage — riches were good, but love far outweighed it in every way.

As I came closer to the parlour I heard Marianne speak, asking whoever was visiting to read another. I didn’t know what she referred to but I gently pushed open the door, not making a sound as I backed in to not wobble the tray. “Snow prints—” My heart stopped in my chest. “—were followed, a path—” My fingers trembled. “—he ought not have taken. She was below—” The tray clattered to the floor, the china breaking and shards scattering all over the floor as I heard Colonel Brandon read my poetry, about him !

“Mellie, goodness me, are you alright?” said Mrs Dashwood with a shriek. I slowly turned, seeing the man who I had written those words for staring at me with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, Marianne sat far too close to him. He was a captivating reader, I could not fault her for her investment, yet my heart ached at the sight of the two.

“I— That’s—” “I gave it to him,” Margaret said with a beaming smile. “You write so well, Mellie!” she kept going and Colonel Brandon looked between me and the notebook containing my most inner thoughts in his hands. His eyes turned wider, his face paled and I felt my insides twist as he stared at me again.

Tears stung my eyes, the shame and embarrassment, the hurt and fear, the ache in my chest at the betrayal of the child I thought so highly of. “Excuse me,” I blurted out before bolting out the door, not staying to clean up the mess. “Mellie!” called Mrs Dashwood. “Mellie, what—” called Marianne with confusion in her tone but I was out of earshot for her sweet, clear voice. Such a contrast to the Colonel’s, so perfectly matched.

I ran out through the kitchen entrance, past Cook who prepared the infernal bird, and out into the snow lit up by the climbing moon as early evening had arrived. “Honeybee!” came the voice I dreaded to hear. “Stop, please!” he called and I stopped, my hand on the gate at the end of the backyard and my slipper-clad feet deeply buried in the white coldness below.

His running steps reached me, and the crunching of snow and slightly panted breaths filled my ears. Warmth wrapped around my shoulders as he hung his coat over me and I spun around in shock at the action. He was stood in only his vest and shirt, the biting wind tossed about his beautiful hair but all I really saw were the sweet, kind eyes staring at me.

“I never knew,” he said quietly while taking a step back. “Knew what?” I asked, attempting to not inhale deeply as his scent wafted up my nose. The perfect scent, the warmest and most comforting of scents. “That is was your beautiful poetry I was reading, the child gave it to me, asked for me to read something out of it. I thought it belonged to one of the ladies present in the room — and they did not object,” he said while looking most forlorn, nearly distressed. “I was not even aware you resided with the Dashwood household.” “I have for many years,” I said. “Marianne will be a perfect match for you,” I continued while thinking of their voices, the way she sat right beside him on the sofa.

Colonel Brandon stepped closer. “I have already found my match,” he said. “I asked you not to tease me, sir. And you said not to be a gentlemen who trifled with women.” “And I have not,” he said, his eyes hardening while coming far too close, forcing me to look up at him. It was all in my head… Only in my heart, not his. Perhaps, perhaps he is merely a most kind man? I have little experience with those.

“Honeybee,” he said, snagging my attention anew. “I have not, and will not, trifle with you, tease you. I am too old for games and life far too dark as is for me to make it any worse.” “Sir!” “I speak true,” he declared. “A gentleman such as you ought to be more aware of your own handsomeness.” He blanched at that, blinking at me before a timid smile stretched his lips in a manner that looked as if he were unable to control it.

“You find me handsome?” “What woman in their right mind would not?” “Oh, I do believe you may be a woman of singular taste, honeybee.” I gasped, gaping at him. “I beg your pardon? Are you accusing me of something?” “I am not a favourable option for most beautiful women, such as yourself. I am well aware of it. My riches perhaps an aid in seeing past it, or my standing in society.” I gasped anew, a mixture of an exhale and a laugh of disbelief.

“You are terrible, sir. You may wish to know I had no idea who you were until you introduced yourself, even then, I am new to this part of the county and have had little to do with the upstanding citize n so I am not aware of your riches. I do recognize the bravery and skill you possess to climb up the ranks, but any silly nilly knows such things,” I said with both hurt and irritation at the man who twisted my insides with warmth and want. “I apologize, miss,” he said, his face held in some sort of shame at the assumption he’d held of me perhaps. “No need, I am but a servant of no importance or value.” “What a foul thing to say…” “Truth is sometimes.”

Time stretched on while we stood in silence, simply looking at each other. “Miss Melinda, your poetry,” he began while looking at me with something I could only describe as respect, perhaps even admiration, “it is most beautiful, passionate, deep .” The change of subject threw me for a loop, a man such as him ought to hold no admiration of any kind for a woman such as I. “Like your voice,” I whispered before I could stop myself. I had thought of hearing my words in his voice, there was no way not to when his voice was such perfection. He chuckled. “My voice is to your liking?” “Everything about you is to my liking, as far as I’m aware. Sir .” I couldn’t help the sass, or the way my face had hardened while my insides were in an uproar over the man. I had to protect myself from the rejection that was sure to come despite his sweet words. It was only a matter of time, surely.

Yet, it did not.

His hands cupped my face, the gesture most intimate and highly improper. “If you are ever made aware of a trait of mine that is not to your liking, I will be very much obliged to correct it, to your liking, honeybee.” “W-What do you mean?” I asked, my breath tumbling out in a shuttering way. “Would you object to me?” My eyes widened while his finger stroked my cheek. “Object to you? Sir?” “I am beyond happy I caught a glimpse of you, heard the vendor call for you about the holly, and found your prints at the edge of town. I rode around quite manically to find you, you know. Following those snow prints, it was the best decision I have ever made.” “Colonel… Stop, we cannot, it’s not proper.” “Propriety can take flight and be on its merry way, honeybee. I have my heart set on you, my beautiful honeybee who writes the most captivating of poetry and smiles with nothing but honesty in her eyes. I have my heart set on you, Melinda Merryweather.” “It was about you…” I whispered while my skin burned under his touch. “Me?” “Yes… For weeks now, I’ve tried all I can to rid myself of these feelings and thoughts…”

Brandon viewed me with a mixture of torment and joy, I chuckled nervously while he released my face and grasped my hands. His coat slid off my shoulders as he tugged me closer — gently — and the cold December air wrapped itself around me. “Would you allow said feelings to grow? Fester? Become an irrevocable part of you?” “Colonel…” “I am already lost to you, honeybee. Allow me the chance to make you happy,” he asked kindly, his hummingly dark voice nothing but an endless promise of said happiness. “Yes. Yes, please,” I whispered as tears of relief and joy wetted my cheeks. “Honeybee… Beautiful Melinda… My Melinda,” he said before he leaned in and kissed my forehead with force, his thin lips perfectly warm against my chilled skin. “You shall not regret this, I promise you my all.”

We leaned back, my heart was aflutter and my stomach a warm ball of knots, and I could not help but smile at the sweet gentleman who had captivated my heart so easily. “I fear any regret I may have will be only a reflection of your own, Colonel.” “Christopher,” he corrected. “My name, is Christopher, honeybee.” “Christopher.” “How sweet a sound you make it. I shall wish to hear it every day for the rest of my life.” I only nodded at that, too stunned to speak when he so brazenly declared I was to be his for all time to come. I held no objections to that as his hands squeezed mine with warmth, his kind eyes a balm to my soul and his smile a thing of beauty far beyond the sparkling snow all around us…

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A/N: Oh how I hope you enjoyed this One Shot with our dear Brandon 🥰 I had so much fun writing this, and it did indeed turn out to be far longer than I had planned but I enjoyed each word I wrote of this 😍👏

IMPORTANT: Tomorrow I’ll be picking up a story from Rickmas2022! You do not have to read it before reading this years parts, but I do recommend it to get the full story. I will do a small recap before diving into the new parts too. The fics I will be continuing is 14. Icy Roads & 15. Frosty Glass (yes, it’s Hans and Anna-Louisa who are making a comback by super popular demand 😂👏). I've yet to start writing it but, well, guess it'll be a late night today 👀👍

Q: You can only choose one hot drink to consume during December: Coffee, Tea, or Hot chocolate? A: COFFEEEEEEEE all the way for me 😂☕

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[Dec:2023]

[daryfromthefuture]

Dary, I would very much like to hear about the angsty miitopia au unfolding. :)

*takes a deep breath* Okay. I shall provide you with the basic information. This will take forever but I AM READY (just transferred a bunch of screenshots from my Switch to my phone to give visuals lmao)

Under the cut because this includes massive spoilers for Miitopia

Marty is the hero of our game, just a regular guy from a place called Greenhorne. He came to Greenhorne town only to find it attacked by the so called Dark Lord (who I made Edna in this game). Edna steals the faces off Miis and plants them on monsters so they gain power and fight Marty. Marty agrees to go on a quest to find and defeat the Dark Lord. So far, so good.

On the quest, he meets other Miis willing to help him. Those are Jennifer, Paul (from the Pinheads) and Linda. They fight and stuff (and rescue King Sam and Princess Lorraine as well as help Lorraine convince her dad to marry her childhood friend George instead of the prince Biff that Sam wants her to marry. Guys those roles were PERFECT for them I swear. George was spineless in this game and had the perfect color scheme, and Biff ws absolutely useless. 10/10 casting from my part), but as soon as they get to the next kingdom, the Dark Lord straight up kidnaps Marty's friends and he's all alone again :(

Here's some screenshots from the castle before we move on

Marty watching his parents. Yeah.

I said Marty was left alone? Well, not completely. He's not alone in spirit - because in Greenhorne, he has had an encounter with the Great Sage Doc, who has saved his life with his magic (you can see where this is going). Marty meets him again in Neksdor, as well as his new party members - Dave, young Emmett, and 1986B Jennifer (I was legit running out of BTTF characters because I had a lot of the townspeople be characters like Seamus and Maggie. And Clara is my horse. She's a purple unicorn. Oh and my quizmaster is Bill Nye which, also, is 10/10 casting. I am proud of myself)

In this new desert land called Neksdor (pun of "next door"), Marty and team fight a pharaoh before having to move on to the next kingdom. Oh and unhinged versions of my OCs because, again, I was running out of BTTF characters. I even gave Western Union Guy and Terry the car mechanic roles.

Edward Cobra.

Citizen Valley Jen being possessed

An impression of Neksdor (ft. Clara)

Next up, we had to go through the Realm Of The Fey, a fairy/elf kindgom. Once again, Edna kidnapped all my friends so I had to cast my OCs as new party members.

(absolutely no context screenshot but welcome Helen, Anthony, and Marion)

I cast server friends as the Fab Fairies because I SWEAr Bobby G doesn't have enough female characters in this franchise.

@bg-sparrow was the eldest Fab Fairy and I had to fight her as an owl. I'm so sorry BG lmao

After finishing off this kingdom, Marty got to head to Krakaton, where the Dark Lord hides out. His friends are once again kidnapped, and - much worse - Edna stole their faces, too!!

Marty discovers his friends with no faces and is absolutely devastated.

Enter the Great Sage.

The best part began: Doc joined Marty's team! Yay! Together, they went to rescue Marty's friends and had some endearing moments along the way :)

Look at them. They're buddies. I love them.

In the end of this mission, they manage to rescue all of Marty's friends and Doc leaves again. And now, we are approaching the final battle against the Dark Lord in Edna's castle retreat.

That battle was surprisingly easy and BOOM, Marty wins!! Congrats!

But the game is far from over. It turns out that Edns was in fact possessed by the so called Dark Curse, and now the Curse is looking for a new body. Naturally, it attacks Marty, being angry with him for defeating the Dark Lord.

And then Doc appears and saves Marty once again.

Sacrificing himself in the process.

Yep - Doc is a villain now. And he's even more powerful than ever before, due to his Great Sage powers. This is heavy, am I right?

Marty is absolutely heartbroken :( But Jennifer hypes him up jsgfdjhs

Now, Marty, his team and this kind dragon named Dominic have to chase Darker Lord Doc and defeat him to free the Great Sage

After Marty had to do a bunch of side quests collecting jewels that open the entrance to Doc's hideout, the Sky Scraper...

(More no context images)

...he stood in front of its gates, wondering whether he was making the right choice...

(I clicked No. Marty, being the selfless guy he is, did not think about himself afer a moment of consideration. It's funny, Marty never refers to the Darker Lord and Doc as the same person. It's so wholesome)

And now, here we are. I'm on my way to the final FINAL boss of this game, but this plot is absolutely destroying me. This Mii RPG game has no right to be this angsty like. Why.

As a reward for going through all this, have a sketch of them I made yesterday :]

I can't wait to rescue Doc from his misery 🫡 Thank you for reading, this game has me in a chokehold lmao

And thanks Nikki for the ask! It was fun rambling about all this

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[bellewintersroe]

James ‘Moe’ Alley x nurse Jenny OC- Headcannons - Part 1.

You guys this boy is SO criminally underrated, I love him so I’m gonna dedicate a bunch of these headcannons / scenarios for him. If anybody has any requests for Alley then let me know!

just doing a spin off from the Easy boys x nurse headcannons, I feel like I need to delve further into underrated characters! And the OC being a nurse feels a lot more realistic for me to write about! I can explore more things than I could with a civilian OC.

This is going to be divided into parts just so it’s not insanely long- and I can write about specific events without having to skip past anything.

Also Jenny/ Jen is my go to OC name atm, that and Missy or Maggie- don’t ask me why, they’re just easier to remember 😭😭

I can see Moe being on the shyer / sensitive side. I’ll get more into the sensitive thing further on, but rn let’s talk about him pre war.

I think he’s kinda experienced with girls? Maybe had one or two relationships, but I think his body count is probably around 3/4? Nothing too wild, most of them have been when he’s drunk because I feel like he was maybe a little insecure as a teenager?

by the age of 22 he’s filled out, tall, muscular, super duper handsome, but I feel like he’d still be a little awkward? Especially around girls, around the guys he’s a lot more chill and he’s one of the more popular guys in Easy.

so when a bunch of nurses, attached to Easy company are introduced to the men, 99.9% of them are swarming around them, super happy to have such lovely ladies working alongside of them. But there’s this one particular blonde haired, blue eyed girl which Moe watched from afar. She’s petite, shorter than the rest, with lots and lots of hair and the most perfect face Moe had ever seen.

Moe thinks she looks stunning in her uniform, Angel like, so he can’t even imagine how drop dead gorgeous she is in her normal clothes.

Jenny is similar to Moe, slightly more on the sensitive side, and a little shy. She, however, once she gets to know people warms up super quick and has the most bubbliest personality. She’s chatty and has a laugh that’s contagious, there’s a light spread of freckles lingering across her cheeks and nose which only comes out in the summer, and despite army regulations, she loves wearing makeup and painting her nails.

anyway, back too it, Alley is pretty good friends with Liebgott and Christenson already, and they scored the best seats in the house with this Angel in particular sat right between them.

Moe finds an opportunity that’s not too demanding, nor would it be awkward with his buddies and makes a B line for the table. In the process, Jenny would glance up and see the most gorgeous man walking her way.

He’s tall dark and handsome, she has to take a double take at the baby face to make sure he’s actually walking over to her and not somebody else.

this is cute short when Skinny Sisk plants his ass firmly on the chair, stealing both Jenny’s attention and Alley’s plan. Alley mentally curses, borderline shooting daggers into Skinny’s head before playing it off as going to get another drink.

Every now and then the two of them would glance over in each others directions, curious to know more about each other.

unfortunately neither of them catch each others eyes at the same time and Alley would be under the impression that Jenny’s into Joe Liebgott, seeing as they’re chatting so much.

Anyway, a little time jump, training in Toccoa is fun and all- well, it’s really not. The only fun parts are the occasional weekend pass in which Jenny usually goes home to visit family and friends.

however there’s one particular weekend when she stays on sight, it’s a Sunday evening and shes walking to where there’s a cinema set up inside the hall. Some old movie is playing that’s played 10x over but she doesn’t care.

anyway, she walks in and despite it meant to be quiet in there, people are all like ‘Aw hey, Jenny!’ Glad to see her, and Moe, sat next to Liebgott finally learns her name.

‘Jenny’ Moe mutters out loud, smiling to himself like a dork, swivelled in his seat to face her like many of the other men and women are.

‘Yeah?’ Oh Shit- she heard and Moe’s breathless, and she’s breathless, waiting to find out why this random guy just said her name. Only when Jenny’s eyes narrowed did she recognise it to be the same handsome stranger from the pub that first time.

Moe is PANICKING, Liebgott is smirking, one of Jenny’s friend hooked under his arm as they watch him FREAK.

‘Oh- I just didn’t- know your name. That’s all, I’m Moe by the way.’ He’s springing up out of his seat, standing almost a foot taller than Jenny. She’s borderline blown away by his height, but his nervous rambling makes her feel somewhat at ease.

‘Hi, Moe, it’s nice to meet you.’ Then they shake hands? Kinda awkward, ik. But her voice is so sweet and has the slightest rasp, Moe truly believes she’s an Angel.

‘Well, it’s actually James but… nobody calls me that, anyway d’ya wanna sit here?’ Before he can think he’s offering his chair up and she giggles making him turn a vibrant red. It’s lucky it’s dark in there.

‘No, but, I’ll sit next to you.’ She’s shrugging casually, taking a seat right besides him. They slightly knock shoulders and she’s smiling to himself whilst he’s a sweating mess.

‘What an introduction Moe. Or is it James?’ Liebgott immediately starts teasing, embarrassing his friend further.

Jenny stands up for Moe, thinking his introduction was cute, when she leans over him he gets even more fidgety. ‘Shut your fly trap Joe… Is it Moe or is it James thought?’

conversation kinda flows from there between the four of them sat together, but the movie starting cuts any chance Moe thinks he has to redeem himself, short.

he’d be tense the whole time, and Jenny would be fidgety as hell. He’s stiffened, trying not to do the same, but there’s some kinda happiness inside of him that even if she’s moving around in her chair every 30 seconds, she still chose to sit next to him.

that evening he’d be BEGGING Joe to get you guys all out together, on some kinda four way date as he’s too nervous to approach Jenny alone. Jenny on the other hand drops all the hints possible that she’s into Moe, but she’s too flustered and he’s too flustered to notice.

‘I dunno man, I’m not really into the chick I was with earlier-“ ‘Liebgott, you’ve gotta do me just this one favour, man’.

the next thing Liebgott knows he’s acting very reluctantly as Cupid / matchmaker. But hey, if it makes his buddy happy, and Jenny is a total doll, so he wants to do it for his buddy.

Jenny would be sighing to her best friend Alice, saying how this guys a total dreamboat, all whilst Alice is complaining about how annoying the skinny dude was who she was on a date with. (Liebgott).

anyway I think their initial attraction would be super cute and innocent, but obviously things don’t always run smoothly so stay tuned for part two 😏

[illwilledomen]

Doodles of some OCs! Learning how to make more expressive expressions!

Names, in order of appearance: Jen, Maggie, Prince Louis

One grouchy bastard child who rarely smiles in such a genuine manner, one homicidal ‘british’ (she’s not actually from the uk) woman who should NOT be allowed near weapons of mass destruction, and an incredibly stupid twink who is incapable of thinking a single rational thought but has really nice hair and clothes

[reiiishii]

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who? (All ur ocs gimmee)

OC Brainrot asks // Accepting!

I'm only listing English VCs but also the ones who have concrete Voice Claims

Emil Fromm: Zeno Robinson (Hawks) Shiki Nishida: Christine M. Auten (Izumi Curtis) Mataro Akai: Ben Balmaceda (Kaveh) Kyusaku Miiro: Jenny Yokobori (Yoimiya) Tsukuyomi: Kaiji von Tang (Osamu Dazai) Leucosia: Jaime Murray (Carmilla of Styria) Margaret Stone: Maggie Robertson (Lady Dimitrescu) Lettie Breton: Phoebe Dynevor (Daphne Bridgerton) Azrael Suliman: Jen Taylor (Salem) Rui Kimura: Ella Purnell (Jinx) Kazuko Uchiyama: Cindy Robinson (Kouyou Ozaki) Noah Gringoire (BONUS): Alejandra Reynoso (Sypha Belnades)

[northern-writer]

this much is true ~ (prologue)

Description: Maggie Jennings can wield the earth and alongside her brother (Gregory,) is considered a foe of Spiderman. She's not from this world, her mind and soul belongs to another, but yet somehow - she finds herself entangled in the world of another Parker's and must try to convince those around her she doesn't need to be cured.

Pairing: andrew!spiderman x named-enhanced!oc.

Warning(s): NWH Spoilers.

Word Count: 929

A/N: Hi folks! I saw No Way Home and of course, I needed to write something. I have a couple of things in the pipeline. This - and a one-shot for Tobey's Spiderman (cause I also love him.)

Maggie wasn't quite sure what had just happened. It had been a strange morning. Gregory left around six, stating that he was "needed at work," and that she "shouldn't worry." As if. Gregory had been a walking worry since the day they were born. Up until six months ago, it had been a simple life: Go to work, have a normal life, hide your powers - those powers being, control of nature, not something that was all-that easy to do (unlike Gregory, who could wield fire.)

Things had been relatively normal. They'd lived this way since childhood, their powers becoming apparent during puberty, scaring an already fretful mother and father, scientists from Europe who had travelled to America, but perished in a plane accident when the siblings turned 20. Maggie always had suspected their parents knew the reason behind their powers, yet never was able to have her questions answered. For the most part - she enjoyed hers. Able to speak to plants and grow beauty where there could be none. It's why she made her calling as a Florist.

But then, something had changed in Gregory, Maggie had sensed it for some time. He was rageful. News of the vigilante that called himself: Spiderman, angered him. Why couldn't he help others? He was advanced too.

Gregory began to spiral, listening to the wrong-voices and found himself a foe of the Spider. She'd warned him against it. Told him this behaviour was reckless. Their parents worked hard to keep them safe, not to throw it all away for pride and greed.

Yet, found herself also on that list - after Gregory had accidentally set a school on fire, causing Maggie to expose herself (and her powers) to save the children. But Spiderman didn't see it that way. In the same day, she'd met a man - one that she’d known for awhile, but hadn’t seen for years. He was her age. Attractive and polite, kind to those around. Maggie knew in an instant that he was someone to associate herself with. She'd met him in High-School. But, never found the courage to ask him to a dance or to the movies - but that voice, that darned voice.

She knew it, because not only did it belong to Peter Parker, it also belonged to Spiderman, the person (and man who'd convinced the city) that she was Public Enemy Number One. It was to be expected, she supposed, as everywhere Gregory went, Maggie followed. Trying to keep him from tipping over the edge of insanity, if he wasn't already there. That's how she found herself now.

One minute she was setting up the shop. Her front window half boarded up, smashed-in a couple of nights back by protesters. Maggie could hardly blame them. Wherever Gregory went (or the Flame) he brought destruction and death - the opposite of what she truly represented. The next moment, however, she was falling.

Down and down, until she landed on the grass, a thick and vast forest surrounding her.

Typical.

The world spun above her. It was dark, not a spec of sunshine in the sky. It had just been a glorious morning, so, why had everything suddenly changed? With a cautious flick of the wrist, the branches around her shifted and swayed, giving Maggie a clearer view of the area. She was alone. Not that it mattered, she'd been alone her whole life. Then, from her left, a collection of voices. Danger, she thought (or, they could be help.) Whoever they happened to be, Maggie knew she had to shift and fast.

Gracefully getting to her feet, she brushed off the grass and walked towards the clearing ahead. She could make out a younger man, clothed in a skin-tight all-in-one. He had his back to her, talking to someone on a mobile, carrying a small cube-like device. Maggie waited for an opportunity, but it seemed that one would find her.

"Er- Hello! Is everything alright, ma'am?" The boy called out kindly, starting to move in Maggie's direction. His face was visible now, as was his clothes.

Red and blue. Dirtied. A spider on the front.

Maggie was imagining things. She had to be. This wasn't her Spiderman. He was far too young. This boy stood before her, bloodied and half-beaten, couldn't have been more than 17-18. He was practically a baby. Not like her Peter, as if she could call him that.

With a sharp exhale, Maggie felt her eyes watering, "Peter?"

This-Peter held up the device, alerting her, "How- What are you doing to the plants?"

"What-" She had failed to notice the roots from below had started to rise up, trying to protect her from this perceived enemy. With a click of fingers, they ceased, but it was too late, "listen, I'm not going to hurt you Peter. They aren't either."

"That's what the other people said." He cried, hand hovering over a small button.

Maggie realised it was fruitless, but she had to try, "Peter, please, I can help."

"I'm sorry whoever you are."

Then, there was no-more greenery and instead, it had been replaced by three stone walls and a blue-hue covering the open section. She landed roughly, just as she had done before.

What is it with these people?

"Oh sick, you brought a girl here too."

Maggie stood to attention and tried to source out who'd just spoken about her. She found This-Peter and two others, a girl and a smaller guy - both the same age, all staring at her curiously.

Finally, she found her voice, "I do have a name, you know."

"Maggie Jennings, or as she refuses to be called... Mother Nature."

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Hello New Followers!

Hello all 90 of you lovely people!

It’s a party up in here! XD

To help you navigate from here, I have a few masterlist pages.

- My Main Masterlist

- Down the Rabbit Hole Series Masterlist

I’ve started with writing about a year ago, I don’t have much posted, but I have a ton of drafts. Some make it up on here, and other don’t.

I strictly write a Dean x OC!Reader (an already named reader), and 90 percent of the time I use my name in the place of the reader. Not sure why. I blame the fact I’m not creative with names or typing simply y/n. I don’t do requests, I’m not sure how to go about doing that. I’m still a noob on this whole fan fiction writing thing.

And if you’re wondering, do I write RPF, I have several in the drafts pile. I’m weird when it comes to RPF. There are other awesome writers of RPF fics. I’d like to recommend a few, and they inspired me to write:

(SHOUT OUT WARNING):

- @supernatural-jackles​ - Jen, she does Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, RPF. And more. She has a new series (I think it’s a possible series anyway), The Man on the Side of the Road, and she provokes emotion really well, I mean, I had tears, connects with readers, and her content is awesome. Check out her masterlist. Even follow her if you want to see more of her content.

- @luci-in-trenchcoats​ - Michelle, she does Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, RPF, poly-relationships, even ABO Dynamics, she has a few unique fics involving Dean x Reader, and it’s ABO called Flip. I had a hard time following the story first time round to be honest, but I gave it a second read (because I love her work), and I saw what it was. Talk about a gender swap, but also a presentation swap. Her masterlist is split up from one shot, Imagines, series and drabbles and more, and that is split up by character, and actor. She has a ton of content (Jen does too), You’ll need a weekend off to read Jen and Michelle’s work in a dedicated binge.

- @evansrogerskitten​ - I never added her, but I love her work. Ash writes NSFW content for those 18 and over even some fluffy fics, I’ve never read so much smut and she’s good writing it. She has an SPN masterlist and a RPF masterlist. She does multi fandoms to sum up her masterlists. She also writes ABO, and I favor her ABO along with Michelle’s. Give her a read, and a follow if you want to see more of her conent.

These are the top 3 girls I follow who write bad ass, awesome SPN Content. But if you’re the kind of person who isn’t a fan of a smutty, or relationship centered Dean x Reader fiction, I follow one writer who does write a sister winchester.

- @winchesters-favorite-girl​ - Katie has more sister winchester content and it’s so fluffy. She has all kinds of content, I love reading a good sister fiction, check her out. 

-@mlovesstories​, Maggie’s masterlist consists of Dad Jensen fictions, there are some really good ones. Adopting an Angel,  Her Daughter’s Friend, and A Family Attitude to name a few. I recommend giving her a read if you want a fluffy Dad!Jensen ficiton.

Longest shout out I’ve ever done, I’d shout out Michelle and Jen before, but I added a few more. There are some amazing authors out there, they inspired me, if you’re thinking about writing and posting, you can ask them for advice. Michelle has helped me out (I’m still editing most of my fics to meet with her advice), maybe your favorite writer can help you too. Don’t be afraid to shoot an ask to them or me (I’m not good with my words, but I love to help people out), or who ever you follow here on Tumblr.

Happy reading ya’ll.

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Back to hospital days.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2914

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Fifty-Six

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Maggie.

I couldn't even lift up my head from the pillow this morning, my body felt so heavy and as soon as I opened my eyes I closed them again because everything around me was spinning.

"Baby" I felt Don's hand on my back rubbing it up and down "are you okay?"

I could barely open my eyes, but when I did I saw him kneeling on the side of the bed.

"I feel terrible" I muttered, then frowned uncomfortable. "What time is it?" I closed my eyes again and tried to turn around on the bed.

"It's 7 am, you can sleep for another while" when I turned around the right side of my body hurt when it made contact with the mattress.

"Ouch" I complained "what happened last night?"

I heard him chuckle and walk around the bed towards the bedroom.

"We went out with your group of friends from work and you can't handle licor at all, I think you had just one shot of that tequila and were done for the night. You told me you stumbled and fell on the bathroom when you went with Gina. Here" I opened my eyes again to him and watched his extended hand. I took whatever he had on it and swallowed it, taking a sip of water when he handed me the glass.

"Out of all the days I would need you here, you had to be called in now" I complained when I saw him with his suit and tie and let my head fall heavily on the pillows.

"That's how it is love. But that would hopefully keep the pain away, just sleep for another hour and when you wake up you'll feel good" he leaned over the bed to kiss my lips "I love you" he saluted.

"Love you too" I said back and closed my eyes.

I don't know what was that thing that he gave me, but it was like magic, even so magical that I almost didn't feel my body, I woke up two hours later and I found that I had a huge black and blue in my waist, when I was at work I was told by Gina that I tripped, hit the sink of the bathroom with my side and then fell to the floor. Talk about embarrassment.

I was at the construction site overseeing the excavation when I got a phonecall from Don.

"Hi baby" I saluted.

"How are you sleeping beauty?" He replied.

"Better, I do have a bruise though"

"That sucks, but the pills did you good?"

"Yeah, they did, I don't know what those are but sign me in" I waited for his reply, but he remained silent "are those... You know, the pills you got hooked on?" I asked weary, when he didn't answered again I kept going "because if they are I get it, it's not difficult to get hooked on them, like I have a bruise and I don't feel anything at all, but you actually get shot"

"I don't get shot as much as you'd like to think"

"Well, you get beat up, ran over, bitten, and those are all worse that a little ouchy on my side... Is this getting too uncomfortable for you? I'm sorry, I ramble a lot" I lamented when I realized I was the only one talking, and we were talking about Don's past addiction.

"There are no uncomfortable conversations between us Mags, you've seen me in my highest and lowest"

"I know, but I act like you're done with that and no one is ever done with the things they did in the past and... Whatever, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trigger you"

"This is not a trigger, I'm fine. I just called to let you know I was going to Georgia now for a case, I hope to be back by night"

"Okay, let me know. I actually-" I tried to change the subject "have a little something you can help me with"

"Oh yeah?" He asked in a little suggestive tone.

"Not that ki- well yes, that kind of something too, but it's another kind of something"

"I'll be happy to help in both those somethings" I chuckled as well as he. "I'll see you hopefully tonight"

"Okay, I love you" I said, he told me his goodbyes and hung up.

It was kind of uneventful, the next couple of weeks I'd just have to be here, the heavy work was happening at the firm, where teams were working on the designs of the rooms, the casinos, talks were had with every and all kinds of companies, construction, design, entertainment, engineering, Oscar was dealing with all the permits and the likes.

I was just a bit static until the digging was done, then the real job began.

Don did came home, but it was almost 1 when he arrived, I knew he tried to not make noise to not wake me up, but I'd been helping with the designs and the general blueprints until the wee hours of the night from home.

I walked down the stairs when he was entering the kitchen.

"Didn't know you were awake" he said waiting for me, I gave him a little smile while I fastened the stripes of my gown and leaned in to give him a kiss.

"Yeah, I was working until an hour ago, come, I'll heat you up some food" I motioned at the kitchen and the both of us walked in, he sat in the kitchen stool whilst I opened the fridge and took out something for him to eat, placing it in the microwave. "Long day uh? " I leaned in the counter and looked at him.

"Yeah, I've been up and down all day, trying to catch some poor girl"

"Mm" I hummed and turned around to the fridge, taking a water bottle for him and handing it. "Well, about that something I mentioned this morning"

"Ah yes, the something" he said after taking a swig, the microwave beeped and I placed the plate in front of him while he fished a fork and knife from the cabinet.

"The something is a secret mission, undercover"

"Mm" it was his time to humm "this isn't for Reddington right? Because I've been doing a lot of work for him that doesn't necessarily fits the conditions we'd agreed upon when we signed the deal with him"

"No" I answered wearily "is that what you were doing today? His dirty work?"

"Indirectly" he replied shortly.

"Well, no, this is for my work" I grabbed the stool and sat next to him while he ate, he placed his hand on my naked thigh as he did "whilst this whole digging thing is being done I'm working on some other angles, and I thought we could, you know, spy on the other hotel resorts to see what they have and see how we can improve our hotel" he gave me a little smirk "so, wanna come with me to a five start hotel for a night? Well many, I have to see at least 4. Those are like free vacations"

"I'd love a free vacation" I clapped and leaned in to kiss his cheek

"Awesome, so tomorrow, call me to let me know if you're going to make it to the night, I'll book the first hotel which I'm thinking either the Four Seasons, or the Hay-Adams."

"The Hay-Adams is nice, I see it all the time, is in front of the White House."

"So I'll book that one first, is a short walk away from your work"

Well, I didn't book the hotel the next day. My work day came to a screeching halt when I got a phone call from Don.

"Hey Maggie listen" he said as soon as I picked up the phone, which got me a little worried "my brother he's uh-" I heard his voice quiver a bit, and I feared for the worst. "He's been admitted into the hospital, my mom says she doesn't have a word yet from the doctor, they're running some tests on him"

"On which hospital?" I grabbed my pursed and a folder with papers and walked to the door.

"She'll call me when she had more news it's not so urgent yet"

"On which hospital" I repeated a little angry on the phone, because Don's family was my family now and I was going to drop everything I was doing to be at that hospital.

"He's in Georgetown"

"Okay, I'm on my way" I motioned at my assistant to come with me. Yes, I had to hire an assistant much to my distaste "I'll keep you posted okay?"

"Please, and thank you Mags. I love you"

Jen was a senior in college in architecture and she had to do a few internships in exchange for college credits. She was assigned as my assistant but I didn't give her many hard chores for her to do because... I liked to do things myself.

"Listen Jen" I said when we were both in the car "I wouldn't usually ask for any of this because I like to micromanage a lot" I admitted.

"Noticed" she replied.

"But-" I continued ignoring that comment "I have a family emergency and I need to get to the hospital and not leave, so, everything I have to do outside you'll have to take care of, sounds good?" I gave her a fast look, she gave me a thumbs up and I sighed in a little relief.

I'd met Don's mom in a dinner he'd set up for us, it had been the uneventful meeting your mother-in-law, but I soon realized that she was the sweetest person in the world,   she cared for both her sons, and I was at first a little worried she'd be a little overprotective of Don after the Audrey situation, specially because she'd canceled an engagement and I guessed she as a mother didn't wanted to see her son suffer again. I assured her the best I could that I would never hurt Don, that I accepted him just the way he was and that I loved him dearly. She took an instant liking to me after that, and Don's brother had also welcomed me into the family.

That being said, I hadn't seen her or talked to her since the wedding, Don wasn't the one to talk much with his family which was a little sad, because I would give anything to talk to either of my parents one more time.

Don's mom was sitting in the set of chairs outside of the room where I assumed his brother was in. When I saw her I walked to her and she lifted her eyes to me, standing up to receive me in an embrace.

"Maggie" she saluted, I hugged her tight and long "I'm so glad you're here, I just got off the phone with Donnie, he told me he'd try to make it" she pulled back a little and gave me a weak smile while she rubbed my arms. "You didn't have to come"

"What are you talking about?" I said with a little smile of my own "you guys are my family, of course I had to come"

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and took it out. I gave her an apologetic look as I motioned at Jen to follow me a little further down the hall.

As soon as the digging ended I had to have everything ready for the vault and storage to begin being built, which meant I had a lot of phone calls to make and to be made to me, blueprint deliveries to different agencies, measurements to be taken and so forth, Jen was my errand girl for the day. For every phone call I got Jen stormed off the hospital with a handful of papers and prints, printed a lot of other things, talked and scheduled things. If she wanted a real test of what this job was about then she got it now.

I got a phonecall from Don well into the night, if I hadn't been told by Jen it was already 8 pm I would've kept her doing things, but I dismissed her.

"Hi love" I answered tiredly.

"Hey, any news?"

"Aside from what your mom told you about the surgery, no, he's scheduled to go tomorrow at first hour" he remained silent, poor thing, he's had an awful day "bypass surgery is very common love he's not at risk" I tried to comfort him.

"I'm on my way to Monaco"

"Ow, I've always wanted to go to Monaco and visit Les Jardín Saint-Martin, the Palais Du Prince. And the cathedral!" I gasped.

"I'll trade you"

I pressed my lips together and tsked my tongue.

"I'm sorry Don but you'll be here tomorrow"

"Tomorrow is late, I should be there now, not on my way to Monaco to run errands for Reddington" he said angry.

I'm sorry it's all I could say. There was no other way to mitigate his anger, he just told me to keep him posted and hung up. I looked at my phone background and sighed, then moved around in the chair and pressed my cheek to my palm, holding my head up and looking ahead.

I'd slept in uncomfortable hospital chairs for years, this situation wasn't any different, Don's mom had gone back to her place to rest much to my insistence, she needed to rest and to calm down her nerves.

As soon as the doctors told me Don's brother was out of danger, I gave Don a call.

"He's stable" I said as soon as he picked up. I heard him release a heavy sigh and I could feel him untense his shoulders "told you you had nothing to worry about, he's a strong man" I whispered at the phone, hoping to calm him down.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight" he hung up, he didn't tell me if he'll be coming or not, so after checking one last time that he was out of trouble and checking with Don's mom to see if she needed anything, I exited the hospital and got back to work, given that it was only halfway into my work day.

I saw Don again well into the night, I heard the front door open and waited for him to go up the stairs and meet me in the bedroom. I saw him walk in just as I was pulling the covers of the bed to slip into them.

"Hi" I said looking at him, he didn't look well at all, he looked worn down, had more than likely been crying, I hated to see him like this "did you go to the hospital?" I asked weary, I didn't know if he would want to talk to me about this now.

"Yeah, I did" he replied quietly, taking off his shirt and walking to the bathroom.

I didn't know what was going through his mind, I didn't if he wanted to talk about it, if he was upset, if he was sad, it took a lot for him to let his shield down and actually tell me when he was troubled.

He got into his pijama quietly, and I followed his movements getting into bed. When we were both laid down and with the lights off, I moved a little closed and placed my hand on his shoulder, I could see the outline of his other hand over his eyes.

"He could have not been fine. Something could've happened to him, he could've died, and where was I? I was flying half across the globe, for him. If it was for any other reason I would've been fine but..." he sighed heavily, I could sense a little quiver in his voice "this is not how's going to be when you're in the hospital, alright? For any reason, if you're injured, when you're about to give birth, okay? I'll be there"

"I know you will" I pressed the back of my hand tenderly on his cheek, stroking it up and down.

He turned around to embrace me, I hughed him tight, placing my hand on the back of his neck and stroking it soothingly, he fell asleep shortly after that.

The next morning I had to be up quite early, so I hopped into the shower as soon as I woke up, a few minutes into it I jumped a little when it opened, Don was standing with his workout pants and shirt.

"Do you have to be at work early?" He asked, I nodded him and watched him take off his shirt "mind if I join you?"

"Oh please" I said suggestively, he chuckled as he finished getting undressed and walked into the shower.

Don's arms circled my waist and pulled me to him, feeling his muscles flat against my back.

"Are you feeling better today?" His lips traveled from my temple to my neck, leaving soft kisses on it, he just hummed in affirmation.

His hands traveled down from my stomach to my tight, teasingly touching the inner side of it, I let out a little pleased hum and turned my head around to his face.

"If you're thinking of doing something Agent Ressler" I pushed my hips back to grind teasingly against him "then you better do it before the water cools down"

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Control

Summary

A Lexi Wilson Story. A much needed girl's night out goes according to plan for Charlie and Lexi until a pretty face catches the eye of the red-head, a new friend calls Lexi out on her bullshit, and an unexpected phone call changes her life.

A/N: Trying to slowly post all the Lexi fics I have in my collection.

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them. – Nikita Gill

Word Count: 4074

OC Cast: Lexi Wilson - Chloe Bennet; Evan Clark - Chris Evans 

The dark-haired girl is asleep on the infirmary bed while Rowena carefully places a stone amulet around her neck. She gently touches the girl’s shoulder comfortingly before she exits the room, worry evident on her face. The witch stops in the doorway of the kitchen as two sets of eyes look at her expectantly.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” the red-head begins, “the magic inside her…”

Rowena shakes her head as she tries to figure out her next words.

“What?” Dean questions.

“It’s more than just natural magic,” Rowena finally says.

Dean shares a look with his brother and Sam glances back to the red-head, “What’s that even mean?”

“I don’t have the answers you’re looking for,” Rowena responds with a shrug of her shoulders, “I’ve given her a binding amulet, it’s equivalent to the handcuffs you were using, until she can learn to control it…I’ll be happy to help guide her in any way that I can, but it’s up to her.”

“Are you saying she’s more powerful than you?” Dean questions her with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not answering that question,” Rowena remarks, pointing a stern finger at the brother, “but I’ll stay until she wakes up. Where’d the pretty one go?”

Both brothers give the red-headed woman looks of disapproval as Sam states, “He had to go, something about his friend killing him over the mess he left at her house. He said he’d check in later.”

“Pretty one,” Dean remarks, “really?”

Rowena gives him a smirk and a shrug of her shoulders before she turns to go check on Lexi.

 A few weeks later

 “At least it looks nice,” Charlie says as she points at the blue pendant resting at the base of Lexi’s neck, “and it works?”

“No magic,” the girl responds wiggling her fingers at this alternate version of her friend, “until I can master it on my own.”

The red-head smiles as she pulls open the door to the bar, “After you Sabrina.”

Lexi rolls her eyes at the comment, the loud music and smell of alcohol hitting her like a wall as soon as Charlie had opened the door. She smiles at the atmosphere and grabs Charlie’s hand as the two of them make their way to the bar. It was the red-head’s idea for a girl’s night and Lexi couldn’t agree more.  Drinks, dancing, and blowing off steam after a very stressful last few weeks was exactly what she needed, just a night of not thinking about life, consequences, and fate.

There’s probably anywhere from fifty to sixty people crammed inside bar, some seated along the wall or at the bar, some are dancing, while some gather around the pool tables which occupy the far end of the room.

Charlie looks at Lexi with a devious smile, “What kind of night are we having? Whiskey…rum…tequila?”

The dark-haired girl ponders for a moment, then the corners of lips curl up mischievously as she and Charlie both say simultaneously, “Tequila.”

 After several mini dance parties, a few stronger than usual margaritas (thanks Joe), and an impromptu sing-along session of “Just a Girl” in the women’s restroom, Lexi is now watching Charlie hustle a twenty-something frat boy in a game of pool, while the girl she’s been flirting with stands close by watching with admiration. Lexi’s vaguely listening to the frat guy’s friend who is standing beside her, obviously trying to flirt, but she’s too busy watching Charlie expertly run the table.

“Of all the bars in Kansas,” Lexi hears a voice say and she closes her eyes, Oh shit.

She tilts her head slowly to look up at the person who’s leaning against the metal column beside her and sees Evan smirking back at her. It had been a couple weeks since she’d seen him last.

“Well,” she raises a curious eyebrow, “this is my bar, so what are you doing here?”

“Your bar?” he looks confused, as frat boy dejectedly turns away from the situation.

“I work here,” she responds, then holds up her drink, “not tonight though.”

“I see,” Evan responds and nods his head, “well, this wasn’t my choice.”

“Ooohhhh,” Lexi turns trying to look past him as she says quietly, “you’re on a date.”

“More like I agreed to meet someone here,” he replies quickly, looking over his shoulder, “and I shouldn’t have.”

“Like ex-girlfriend?” she questions.

Evan takes a deep breath, then looks at her with a little bit of shame apparent on his face, “More like a girl I used to hang out with...on occasion that I forgot was very, very, clingy.”

“Booty call,” Lexi states trying not to laugh.

“What?”

“The term is booty call,” she continues, then pats his chest reassuringly, “rookie move, texting a clinger. Have fun with that.”

Lexi turns back to continue watching Charlie’s game of pool and she takes a long sip from her drink. She watches her friend for a moment before she realizes Evan is still standing there and she glances back up at him.

“Do me a favor?” he questions, his expression begging for her help, “Please.”

Lexi makes her way to the bar where Evan is standing next to a blonde-haired woman who stands just a few inches taller than herself. The dark-haired girl walks with determination up to the other woman and gently places a reassuring hand on the middle of her back and greets her with a warm smile.

“Hi,” Lexi says politely to the blonde, then she turns a stern face toward Evan, “Someone’s being naughty.”

There’s a momentary flash of panic in Evan’s eyes at the tone of voice Lexi’s using with him, where’s she going with this?

“What?” the blonde woman questions.

“Oh,” Lexi glances back at her, she doesn’t even recognize the tone of voice she’s using, “sweetie. You don’t know?”

The woman looks utterly confused at the situation and Lexi leans close to her in order to say quietly, “See, the thing is, Evan’s found that he really likes to answer to someone, if you catch my kink?”

“Shit,” Evan says under his breath as he drops his eyes to the bar in front of him.

She looks at Lexi smiling but still not understanding her, “I don’t.”

I wasn’t planning on giving a lecture on the subject, Lexi thinks to herself.

“Well,” Lexi begins, glancing back to Evan momentarily, completely satisfied with the level of uncomfortableness on his face, “have you ever heard of a dominatrix?”

“Oh,” the girl’s eyes light up, “like Elena was to Christian in the books?”

“Exactly!” Lexi smiles seductively to her, then gives her a wink, “So, you are kind of a pawn in this little game he likes to play, and when I find out he’s with another woman, I can punish him to the fullest extent of my abilities, isn’t that right babe?”

Evan looks over to Lexi, “Yes mistress.”

Lexi snaps her fingers authoritatively at him, “Did I say you could look at me?”

Evan jerks his eyes back down to the bar, “No mistress.”

“That’s messed up,” the blonde looks a little upset, but then she smirks, “but hot.”

She grins appreciatively to Lexi as she grabs her coat and leaves the bar. The dark-haired hunter turns her mischievous smirk over to Evan who gives her a sidelong glance, “I deserved that.”

“Bet your ass you did,” she replies, then nods her head back toward the pool tables in the back, “now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a girl’s night to get back to.”

“Understood,” Evan states, “Thanks again for the save.”

“No problem,” she gives a wave of her hand as makes her way through the bar.

Charlie walks over to her inquisitively as she gets closer, “Where’d you go?”

“Saw someone I knew,” Lexi replies with a grin, “went over to say hi.”

The red-head wiggles her eyebrows playfully, “Like flirty hi? Because if the hot J. Law look alike keeps her game up, I’m sorry, but I’m not going home with you.”

Lexi laughs out loud at the comment and she replies, “You do you boo. No judgement here, she is hot.”

“Right,” Charlie’s smirk is priceless as she continues, “So, I need you to get your flirt on, that way I don’t feel too bad when I ditch you.”

“I’ll be fine,” Lexi replies with a smile, then looks past Charlie to the small table she and Charlie had their drinks on, “where’s my drink?”

“Oh,” the red-head responds, “yea, she drank it by mistake.”

“Do you even know her name?” Lexi questions with a grin.

“Jen?” Charlie shrugs her shoulders, “No, I’m pretty sure it’s Molly…or Maggie.”

Lexi shakes her head, “I’m going for another drink then, would you like one?”

“No,” her friend holds her hand up, “I’m riding the good buzz right now.”

The dark-haired girl nods her understanding before she turns and heads back towards the bar. Evan is still sitting on the bar stool where she’d left him moments ago, except now he has a beer in his hand. He smirks when he sees her walking back towards him, “Couldn’t stay away?”

“No,” she narrows her eyes at him for a brief moment, before she stretches up on her tip toes to lean across the bar top, “Joe, I need a refill when you get a chance please.”

The bartender gives her a wink, letting her know he heard her order over the music and constant chatter of the other customers at the bar. Lexi turns her back to the bar and leans against it slightly as she waits on her drink.

“Girl’s night huh?” Evan questions.

“It was,” Lexi says, “but my friend seems to have found someone to take home, so…”

“Ahhh,” he replies, “she’s dumping you.”

“Yea, I don’t blame her though.”

She hears Joe place a glass on the bar behind her and she turns around to grab it. She takes a sip, letting the sweet and sour taste wrinkle her face, as Charlie’s voice rings out from behind her, “Hey Lex, we’re going to take off.”

That was quick.

Lexi turns around and sees Charlie standing there with Molly/Maggie and she smiles, giving her friend a quick hug, “Okay, be careful. Text me when you get wherever you’re going.”

“Charlie,” Molly/Maggie says in sad tone, obviously a little tipsy “we don’t have to leave your friend by herself.”

The brunette pushes Lexi’s hair behind her ear in a flirty fashion as Lexi giggles uncomfortably, “No…no, I’m good.”

Charlie looks amused at her friend’s unease at the situation, so she adds, “Are you sure? Three’s better than two.”

Evan nearly chokes on his beer as Lexi shoots Charlie a death glare, but Molly/Maggie moves closer and her lips are on Lexi’s before the dark-haired girl can register what’s happening. Evan doesn’t feel bad for watching this moment transpire, because Joe is glancing over too, as well as everyone else within five feet of them.

When the brunette pulls away from Lexi, she smiles seductively at her, “Sure you don’t wanna come with us?”

“I will,” a stranger from the bar mutters.

“Look,” Evan leans in on the conversation, looking at the brunette with a smirk “I thought she and I were having a moment, how the hell am I supposed to compete with you?”

The woman looks genuinely upset, “Oh no! I’m sorry. A moment? Aww, that’s adorable, Charlie look how handsome he is.”

“Yea,” Charlie’s trying to contain her laughter, “Lexi’s in good hands, let’s go.”

Lexi gives a nod of her head to the woman and she can still see the amusement on Charlie’s face as she turns to walk with the brunette out of the bar.

“Wow!” Evan says as Lexi turns back to the bar still in disbelief.

“Right,” she replies as she moves her hand to her mouth and pulls something out, “this isn’t my gum.”

She sticks the souvenir on a napkin and takes a long sip from her drink as Evan closes his eyes tightly, a smile permanently plastered to his face at the moment, “So, so many comments.”

“Keep them to yourself,” she remarks.

He nods, then takes a sip of his beer as he watches the girl tap the side of her glass absent mindedly with her index finger.

“What’s the game plan now?” he questions her.

Lexi snaps out her thoughts and glances over at him, “I think I’m going to hang out for a while, you?”

He cocks an eyebrow, “Is that an invitation?”

Lexi narrows her eyes at him playfully, “No handsome, it’s not. I know what your game plan was tonight with blondie…and I’m not your consolation prize.”

Evan scoffs in offense, “Get over yourself Wilson.”

“Excuse you?” her smirk falls.

“I’m not stupid,” he turns on the stool to face her, a small grin on his face, “I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Lexi stares at him for a moment, then glances down at her glass as he continues, “Hell, I’m pretty sure if it came down to it, and it had been left up to me and I wasn’t able to bring you back, he would have killed me. So, I get it, you’re complicated.”

“More now, than before,” she says quietly, still staring at the ice in her glass.

He waits a moment before saying, “I’m listening.”

Lexi hesitates, but she’s not been able to talk with Jody or Donna about the events of that day and Charlie’s great, but she’s still not her Charlie. What the hell? “When Laura ordered me to kill Sam that day…I saw the hatred in Dean’s eyes, the hatred for me. I wanted to unbind my powers to have the advantage over Laura and look where that got me? I killed Logan, I almost killed Sam, I caused more damage than anything, and now…now I can’t even freakin’ control it. They look at me like I’m sick or…worse, like I’m broken now.”

She chews on her bottom lip for a moment, swallowing the lump in her throat before she continues, “I’m not broken, I know what broken feels like, I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been before, and I think that scares them. I was supposed to go to a family game night a couple nights ago. Mary called to invite me, but I couldn’t make myself go.”

“Lexi, they care about you,” he says reassuringly, “that’s obvious.”

“I know,” she replies quietly, “but I’m not the same person I was, and that’s obvious too.”

Evan waits a beat before he questions her, “How’s the training coming along?”

“Good,” she replies quickly, “it’s good.”

He stares at her curiously for a moment, seeing her sudden uneasiness. Lexi looks over at him and sighs as she drops her head back down, “Okay, I haven’t been training. Rowena’s tried, but I keep putting it off.”

“Seriously?” Evan questions her, then pulls his wallet out of his pocket. He digs some cash out and lays it on the bar beside his empty bottle, “Fine, come on.”

“What?” she questions in confusion.

“Come on,” he repeats himself, “I’m driving.”

Lexi thinks about protesting as he offers her his arm, but instead she loops her arm through his and remarks, “Fine, but I’m only going because I’m hungry and we’re stopping for food at some point.”

“Deal,” he laughs as they make their way out of the bar.

“What are we doing here?” Lexi sounds annoyed as she looks at the dark empty field scattered with round haybales in front of her.

Evan lowers the tailgate of his truck and hops up to sit on it as he says nonchalantly, “Training.”

“WHAT?!” She spins around to face him.

“You heard me,” he smirks.

“No,” she replies, “I’m not.”

“I’m sorry,” Evan responds as he folds his arms across his chest, “Earlier you were saying how you think your friends might be scared of you, but what I’m thinking is…you’re scared of yourself.”

Lexi puts her hands on her hips defiantly, “That’s not it…I’m not...”

“Then take the amulet off,” Evan responds, “You have a choice Lexi, you can either fear it or learn to control it.”

“I could hurt you,” she replies quickly.

He holds up his hands, wiggling his fingers, “I can protect myself, take the amulet off or I’ll do it for you.”

Lexi’s heart starts to race, but she takes a deep breath as she reaches up to unclasp the necklace from around her neck, then carefully lays it on the tailgate beside Evan.

“Now what,” she questions.

“Focus,” he says, leaning to put his elbows on his knees, “focus your energy on one of those bales.”

Lexi turns to look back into the field and she clenches her hands into fists tightly, feeling the strange power rushing through her veins. She raises her right hand up outstretched towards one of the hay bales as she focuses her mind, imaging the haybale exploding into a million stray pieces of cut grass, then she watches in delight as her vision begins a realization.

“I did it,” she says proudly, turning to look at Evan who’s smiling as well.

“I know,” he replies, “You were given these powers for a reason Lexi. You own them, they don’t own you. You shouldn’t have to keep trying to fight them or bind them, you have to own them. Now, try again.”

She nods her understanding and turns back around, centering herself and focusing on the next haybale for a moment before it explodes as well. Then carefully she moves her hand from haybale to haybale exploding the seven remaining visible bales in the field.

Lexi turns around proudly as Evan slides off the tailgate, “Well done grasshopper.”

Her cellphone begins to ring from the back pocket of her jeans and Lexi pulls it out, realizing it’s not quite as late as she thought it was and sees the name on the screen Sam W.

“Hello,” she answers, placing the phone to her ear.

“Lex,” Sam says softly, “I should have called you sooner.”

Her heart immediately drops from the tone in his voice, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Mom…she’s uh…” his voice breaks, “gone.”

The tears welling up in her eyes burn, so she closes them as she drops her head, “Where are you?”

“Bunker.”

“I’m on my way,” she replies before ending the call. She slips the phone back in her pocket as she picks the amulet up and reaches up to slip it back around her neck, her gaze meeting Evan’s.

“What’s wrong?” He questions, concern apparent on his face.

“Their mom,” Lexi begins, trying to keep her tears at bay, “she died, I need to go. Can you take me?”

“Of course,” he responds before lifting the tailgate shut.

“I’ll wait here,” Evan says as he parks the truck outside of the bunker.

The dark-haired girl nods her head in understanding as she opens the door, “Thank you.”

He nods then watches her close the door and descend the steps leading into the bunker.

Lexi makes her way through the door and down the staircase, her eyes red from the tears she’s let silently fall on the drive over. Mary Winchester wasn’t her mother, but she was one of the first women to treat her like a daughter. It feels as if someone has ripped her heart out of her chest and the pain only intensifies when her gaze falls on Sam, who’s walking across the war room to greet her, and she sees the pain and grief on his face.

He pulls her into a hug, and they cling to each other for longer than normal, silent tears falling from both of them. Dean makes his way to the doorway from the kitchen and stops upon seeing them. When they release each other, they notice the older brother watching and Lexi gives him a small sad smile as she walks over to hug him as well. He wraps his arms around her for a moment before pulling away and Lexi can tell immediately tell he’s not reached the level of acceptance that his brother has.

“Come on,” he says to her, “I’ll get you a beer.”

He turns and heads toward the kitchen and Lexi glances back at Sam with concern.

 Lexi takes a sip of her beer as she processes her thoughts after Sam explains to her what happened with Jack and Mary.

“Where’s he now?” she questions.

“We don’t know,” Sam replies.

“We’ll find him,” Dean says sternly.

“And then what?” Lexi questions, glancing at him with concern.

“We do what we have to?” Dean responds.

“I bet,” Lexi scoffs with a shake of her head.

“I’m sorry?” Dean cocks an eyebrow at her.  

“He’s still family Dean,” she responds angrily, “we don’t know what happened, maybe it wasn’t his fault, maybe it was an accident.”

“Killing someone’s an accident?” the older brother’s tone is harsh.

“Dean,” Sam tries to diffuse the situation as Lexi glances down at the bottle in front of her for a moment before she turns an icy gaze back to the man standing by the bar.

“So, you’re saying I killed Logan on purpose?”

Dean’s whole posture softens as he sees the comparison she’s making, “That’s not what I meant Lexi. You know that. Jack is different, he’s dangerous.”

“So am I,” she replies coldly.

“Lex,” the younger brother says, a pleading tone in his voice. Tensions are high enough without the two of them fighting right now.

“Sorry Sam,” Lexi looks at him for a moment, sadness in her eyes, “I should go.”

“Don’t,” he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry,” she responds, knowing she can’t sit here and argue with her friend. They all deserve time to mourn, they don’t need to be arguing right now. She pats Sam’s hand gently as she stands up, “I’ll call you later.”

Lexi turns to leave, her gaze stopping on Dean for a moment. He’s not angry with her, he’s angry with the situation and his face softens as he gives her a soft nod in understanding. She returns it and makes her way out of the room.

 Lexi opens the truck door and Evan doesn’t comment on the fresh stream of tears on her cheeks as she climbs in and fastens her seatbelt.

“Take me home,” she says quietly without looking over at him, “please.”

He doesn’t respond only turns the key in the ignition and puts the truck in drive as she stares at the passenger window fighting back the surge of emotions.

 A few days later

The knock from Lexi’s door surprises her and she pauses the TV before she stands up to make her way over to answer it. She looks through the peep hole and quickly opens the door to allow her friend inside. His eyes are red and slightly puffy, a clear sign he’s been crying, but she doesn’t say anything. Lexi closes the door as he walks over to sit in one of her chairs in the living room, he leans forward elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. She knows this isn’t about the argument from the other night, this is him finally accepting what’s happened. The dark-haired girl moves to stand beside him and runs a comforting hand from the top his head to the base of his neck.

The man looks up at her for a moment as he places his hand on her waist, guiding her to stand in front of him. She’s seen a multitude of emotions in her friend’s green eyes over the years: anger, bliss, fear, sadness, disgust, need, and desire. This one she knows, and she lays her arms across the tops of his shoulders as he rests his head against her abdomen and envelopes her hips in his arms. Her heart breaks as she feels the tears seeping through the fabric of her t-shirt, leaving a cool damp spot on her skin. She moves her hand to the back of his head and runs her fingers through his hair. She would stand here and hold him for as long as he needed, because they were each other’s person, complicated as it may be.

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Coming Up Soon: 6th June - 16th June

Hi guys, 

I’ve had a few questions regarding what’s coming up next for certain series and such so I decided to make a schedule to help you out. I will update this schedule weekly so you know what to expect and when. 

Any qs just give me a shout. 

Wednesday 6th June: Part Three of Interested!Amaro series: Dinner Date - Nick Amaro x Reader -  Follow up to Sweet Dreams and Moment.

Thursday 7th June: Million Reasons: Chapter Twenty – Antonio Dawson x OC - Maggie sits down with Eva Dawson.

Friday 8th June: Part Three of Comfort!Sonny series: Slow - Sonny Carisi x Reader- Follow up to Truth and Always.

Saturday 9th June: - Weekly Masterlist

Sunday 10th June: Complicated: Chapter Thirteen – Don Flack x OC – Don comes to terms with the aftermath of the ‘Green Piece’ explosion.

Monday 11th June: One Year – Peter Stone x Reader – Peter makes up for lost time on your one year anniversary.

Tuesday 12th June: All In: Chapter Twenty Six – Rafael Barba x OC – Jen finally tells Rafael.

Wednesday 13th June: Part Three of the Misfire series: Control – Nick Amaro x Reader – Follow up to Misfire and Aftermath.

Thursday 14th June: Million Reasons: Chapter Twenty One – Antonio Dawson x OC – Maggie can’t sleep.

Friday 15th June: Part Three of the Goodnight Sweetheart Series: Mi Vida – Rafael Barba x Reader – Follow up to Goodnight Sweetheart and Gone.

Saturday 16th June: Weekly Master List

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Question Tag

I was tagged by @up-until-4 so here it goes.

1. Who was your first OC?

Aw man i probably had a few before this one that i dont remember but the first OC i ever like drew and gave personality traits was this little like 15 year old boy named Reynard Renner who was a kitsune (i guess) and a superhero and then i made all his other friends

(Edit: I just remembered a couple before that but I didn’t do a good job on them and forgot about them, their names were Maggie, Alex, Nia, Lisa, and Sky, were all girls and different sexualities and thats about all i remember but i still have a drawing of maggie in my room a friend did)

2. What’s your ultimate atmosphere for writing?

Whenever i feel like it bc i write so inconsistently its ridiculous but im storyboarding a few songs currently

3. Tell me about what you’re currently working on.

Honestly Nothing™ but like i said before i am kinda writing a script for some songs for music videos

4. What’s your favorite thing about writing?

tbh i dont really write all that often but my favorite is when you get a good idea and can just easily write

5. And your least favorite?

everything else

6. Preferred method of writing?

if my handwriting wasnt so frickin terribly id say handwrite but typing is better for me

7. Something you have trouble writing?

ESSAYS LIKE I KNOW HOW TO WRITE THEM AND I CAN I JUST HATE WRITING THEM

8. Use this question to rant.

umm yall dont wanna hear me rant but like honestly here we go: if you arent in a healthy reltionship please stop and get some help like idk if you just dont realize it but im about to say something to your parents for gods sake its getting really bad i also dont wanna see a pic of you with your gf every day on your insta is annoying and i dont care please stop like good for you you got a gf but like its not a good relationship its like 90/10 instead of 50/50 ugh

9. What’s your favorite book?

okay this is gonna sound really stupid but i have two favorite books: 1) We Can’t All Be Rattlesnakes by Patrick Jennings and 2) Gator Gumbo by Candace Fleming. 1) I like this one bc i read it all the time when i was a kid and it was just a really fun read and i still love it even tho i read it when i was like 8. 2) This is also a childrens book but its a picture book my dad used to read to me before hed go away on trips and such and its very Louisiana-ish and he would do the BEST voices that always made me laugh so thats like honestly one of my best memories so yah 

10. Describe the room you’re in right now.

um im in my room so this will be fun: white walls, black curtains, and white doors, windows, a bed. a full sized bed in the corner with an art desk facing a window at its foot, an empty wall im planning to put a big star light piece on soon, an ace pixel space flag hanging on the wall, magnet boards next to my bed, and stuff all over my floor :/

Anyways I don’t really know anyone who writes but ill just tag by buds and they can do it if they want @jinx-arrow @cactus-wizard @icecream-and-calamari @gemberrie @chamomile-tea-please

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ROLEPLAY HISTORY !

The rules are simple ! Post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as, have role-played as and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same ( if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people ). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblogging !

CURRENTLY PLAYING: maggie evans, faye summers (vampire oc)

WANT TO PLAY: i have a whole list of muses i want to add to my (future) multimuse, once i finally have the time to make it. some canons i’m strongly considering are jane eyre (modern au), brittany taylor (daria), sarah lynn (bojack horseman), elle woods (legally blonde), and amy jennings / willie loomis / jackie tate (dark shadows). and that’s not even counting my ocs!

HAVE PLAYED: josette du pres (dark shadows), amanda harris (dark shadows), yiu amar’ra (star wars oc), porphyria blanche (porphyria’s lover), abigail hobbs (hannibal), carrie white (carrie)

WILL / WOULD LIKE TO PLAY AGAIN: i’ll likely add josette, amanda, yiu, and possibly carrie to my future multi! i also have a bunch of ocs i want to put up there, including a serial killer, a hybristophile, another vampire oc, and a whole bunch of cult-based ocs, so stay tuned!!!

TAGGED BY: @mrbisected

TAGGING: you!

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Coming Up Soon: 10th June

Sunday 10th June: Complicated: Chapter Thirteen – Don Flack x OC – Don comes to terms with the aftermath of the ‘Green Piece’ explosion.

Monday 11th June: One Year – Peter Stone x Reader – Peter makes up for lost time on your one year anniversary.

Tuesday 12th June: All In: Chapter Twenty Six – Rafael Barba x OC – Jen finally tells Rafael.

Wednesday 13th June: Part Three of the Misfire series: Control – Nick Amaro x Reader – Follow up to Misfire and Aftermath.

Thursday 14th June: Million Reasons: Chapter Twenty One – Antonio Dawson x OC – Maggie can’t sleep.

Friday 15th June: Part Three of the Goodnight Sweetheart Series: Mi Vida – Rafael Barba x Reader – Follow up to Goodnight Sweetheartand Gone. 

Saturday 16th June: Weekly Master List