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spookychick78 · 8 months

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End Of The Line

Chapter 12: Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain

Thomas Hewitt X AFAB!OC

Warnings: Cannibalism, forced cannibalism, violence. This chapter is pretty heavy, so beware.

Word Count: 3,391

Sleep didn't come easy for Ronnie that night. The echo of the shotgun and that man's eyes came for her each time she shut her own. How could she sleep with such guilt weighing heavy on her head? She wondered if he was still down there in that chair unmoving, stiff, or worse. She wondered if they'd taken him to the basement where she should have ended up when she first passed through the front door. He had taken her place. She knew nothing of him, but their stories had been the same. He had taken the same road she had, he was going somewhere, only he ran into her, not Thomas. Ronnie had been the one who led him right into their trap, she had played into their game, whether she meant to or not. Only, unlike Ronnie, maybe he had a family, a wife who would wake tomorrow and the days that followed to an empty space beside her. Those eyes she kept seeing belonged to someone's son, brother, husband, father and his blood was on her hands. She may not have pulled the trigger, but she put him in front of the gun. She put him face to face with death because she wanted to live and he paid the price.

She sat up and peered over the edge of the bed to see Thomas was fast asleep. She had given up on getting any of her own at that point, so she quietly let her bare feet fall to the floor. She kept a close eye on him as she silently turned the doorknob. Once the door was opened, she stuck her head out to make sure the rest of the family was asleep. The silence that hung about the old house reassured her that they were, so she crept down the stairs. Her body felt heavy as fear weighed down each step she took towards the dining room. She had to see if they'd left him in that chair. As she rounded the corner she saw it was empty in its spot at the head of the table. The moonlight from the windows made the blood stains he'd left behind just barely visible. She made her way over to it and let her hand rest on the wood. Luda had done her best to clean the blood, but she could see where it had sunk in deep to leave a reminder of what they'd done. Of what Ronnie had done. Had she just accepted her fate, he wouldn't have met his there. He would never have had that expression that haunted her so on his face. She had never seen such terror in someone's eyes before as he begged death himself for mercy. It sent a chill racing through her bones because in watching his death, she feared she saw her own. She not only saw it in the stranger's eyes, she saw it in Hoyt's. That man was just a placeholder for who he really wanted to shoot. His blood would satisfy death for now, but it was her's he'd aimed to spill. She had taken Thomas' loyalty for her own without even knowing it and she knew sooner or later she would pay.

She heard the floorboards creak behind her and she held her breath until she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. She let out a ragged sigh as she tried to tear her eyes away from the empty chair.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered.

He knew she couldn't, he hadn't expected her to. Death was a way of life there, but he remembered well what it took from him the first time he'd seen it up close. After so much, he'd been left almost completely numb to it, but the cuts it left were deep. His had long since scarred over, as would her's with time, but the scars would remain until they both met their own end.

She turned to face him, "Will I ever?"

Sleep would find her again, but not easily, not for sometime. He could see she was in desperate need of it, though. He gave her a nod before he took her hand in his to lead her back upstairs. She reluctantly let him pull her away from the table. Just before they reached the bottom of the stairs her eyes landed on the basement door. She felt sick just looking at it. She knew he was down there, she could feel it. Thomas felt her stop and turned to catch her staring at the metal door. He felt a pit in his stomach the longer her eyes lingered there. He knew he couldn't hide it from her forever, but seeing what was down there, especially that night, would break her in ways she wasn't ready for. No, she was too fragile in that moment. Any forgiveness she might have found for him would die down there. He squeezed her hand and she turned to face him. He shook his head at her and silently begged her to tame that growing curiosity within her. Ronnie was frightened enough to ignore her desire for further knowledge for now, but her eyes kept wandering in its direction the whole walk up the stairs.

They entered their bedroom and went to their separate resting places. As she stared up at the ceiling she wondered how many hours it would be until the sun rose. The darkness was doing her no favors as she resumed her struggle to find sleep. She knew he must have been doing the same as she listened to him try to find comfort on the wooden floor. She shut her eyes only to find that man waiting for her once more, only this time he was in that basement. She felt tears stinging her tired eyes.

"Thomas," she said quietly into the darkness.

He turned his head towards the bed and waited for her to continue. It was a long while until she did as if what she was about to say was something she wasn't yet sure of.

"I can't lay here alone tonight," she whispered.

He knew she shouldn't want that. His own hands had dealt worse than what she'd seen Hoyt do. He was keeping secrets that would hurt her far worse than she knew. He felt more guilt than ever that she had no choice but to ask a monster to lie next to her to ease her mind. But he wanted to. He wanted to badly.

"Please," he heard her say under her breath.

She felt his weight sink the spot on the bed beside her. Though it was hotter than ever in that room, she was surprisingly cold. Her hand rested on his chest and stung his skin through the thin cloth of his shirt. He could feel her tears on his shoulder where she buried her face. He wanted so badly to offer her relief from the pain she felt, but he was so out of his element. She was something so different than anything he'd ever experienced. For anyone else here, she was unbreakable, but for some reason she trusted him enough to let him see her come apart. He wasn't sure what he was doing to earn more of her, but he had every intention to keep doing it. To know he was what she needed, even if it was just for that moment, made him feel something he wasn't sure he'd ever truly felt before. He felt warm. He stayed awake until he heard her soft snores in his ear. Once she was still, he let his hand rest on top of her's.

Hunger woke her earlier than she hoped. She winced as her stomach tightened in on itself with an angry growl. Other than the scraps here and there that Luda had offered her, food wasn't something she'd had in what felt like ages. Though this morning, her hunger felt the worst it had been since she got there. She lifted her head off of Thomas' shoulder and realized it was due to the smell wafting up the stairs. She breathed in and a mixture of seasonings filled her nostrils, which drew another growl out of her empty stomach. A wave of relief had just started to wash over her until it was stopped short by a horrifying realization. The man from the night before. She suddenly felt overcome with nausea and hopped up from the bed. Thomas woke to find her heaving. He sat up, concerned, then he smelled it too. He was just as hungry as she was, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be partaking in the day's meal. If he wanted to keep her trust, he couldn't. Ronnie stood back up and he could see she was back to her stubborn self from the look in her eyes.

"I know you're just as hungry as I am, but Thomas," she said as she shook her head, "this is wrong. We can't."

He silently agreed with her as he got out of the bed. He was well aware going down there and refusing the food that was made would only cause more tension between the two of them and Hoyt. Then again at this point, what didn't. He had a feeling Hoyt was beginning to realize his plan to force Thomas into a life of misery with this woman had gone more than awry. She was changing him and quickly. The more he saw of that, the worse he would become. He hoped Ronnie could handle it as well as he could, because it wasn't going to be easy. Hoyt ruled this roost. He had a way of doing things and he didn't like to be challenged.

Before he opened the door, Ronnie grabbed his arm, "I don't wanna go down there," she said as she held her nose to keep the sickly sweet smell of that meat out.

He took her hand in his and squeezed. They couldn't stay up there, it would only disrupt things further, but he'd be right beside her. She let out a frustrated sigh and relented. She followed him down the stairs and the smell only got more intense. He could feel her dragging her feet behind him the closer they got to the kitchen. Mama was setting the table in the dining room when they walked in. Thomas did his best not to allow himself to look at the full plate she set down at his usual spot. This time it was Ronnie who squeezed his hand to remind him not to give in.

"Glad y'all are up, I just finished cookin'," Mama said as she motioned for him to take a seat.

He heard Hoyt's footsteps behind them and didn't have to look to know he was leaning in the doorway, watching. Thomas gave his Mama a pained expression, he knew she wouldn't quite understand why he would refuse the meal she had prepared.

"I know you ain't tellin' me you're not hungry, Thomas," Mama responded, concerned.

"He's not," Ronnie cut in as she folded her arms, "neither am I."

"Bullshit," Hoyt said as he walked past them.

He had a plate in his hand that he set at the head of the table, right where blood from the night before stained the spot underneath it. He looked right at Ronnie with a grin.

"Sit down," he ordered the two of them, "and eat."

"I ain't eatin' that," Ronnie said as she glared at Hoyt through darkened eyes.

He clenched his jaw before he took a few painfully slow steps towards her. Thomas tensed as Hoyt got close enough so that he was almost touching her. Ronnie refused to back down as she craned her neck up to hold his unsettling gaze.

"Hoyt," Mama said sharply, "they'll eat if they're hungry enough."

Hoyt lingered a moment more before he scoffed and went to take his seat.

"Why don't you both just sit for awhile," Mama said in an attempt to break the tension.

Thomas looked to Ronnie who reluctantly nodded her head. Hoyt watched the exchange and shook his head.

"You're so whipped, boy and you ain't even gotten any," he muttered.

Mama shot him a disapproving look as Thomas walked towards the head of the table.

"No," Hoyt said before he could sit down, "she's sittin' there today."

Ronnie briefly imagined breaking that damn plate over his ugly head as he waited for her to move. She could tell he wanted her to protest, but she wouldn't give in, not just yet.

"Hoyt," Mama said again, agitated this time.

"No," Ronnie said firmly, "it's fine. I'll sit."

She marched over to the chair and sat in it. She kept her eyes forward to ignore the deep red stains on the wood. She was glad to see that grin didn't spread across his face this time. He only glared back at her until Luda instructed him to say grace. He pushed his seat back and stood to bow his head.

"Lord, we bow our heads in prayer to thank you for providing food when we were hungry. We especially want to thank you for Ronnie," he said.

Ronnie cut her eyes up to him. She knew she wasn't going to like where he was going with this.

"She proved she may be quite the provider herself by bringin' us the biggest meal we've had in ages," he continued.

Ronnie felt her stomach turn as he opened his eyes to study the sickened expression on her face with satisfaction. She silently hated the victory he'd achieved by playing on her guilt.

"We sure are thankful for her, lord. Amen," he finished before he took his seat again.

He kept his eyes on her as he tore into the meat in front of him. She had to look away, she'd never seen something so vile.

"God, that's good," Hoyt said with a full mouth, "he had enough meat on him to last a good few weeks, don't you think, Mama?"

Luda and Monty hummed in satisfied agreement as they too helped themselves to large forkfuls of the poor man. Thomas couldn't look either, he was so hungry, but he was determined not to let it show. It hadn't bothered him like this in awhile, but watching them eat with a full plate in front of him when he hadn't eaten in ages was more than painful. The worst part was not knowing when either of them would get the chance to eat something again. If she hadn't realized by now that food, especially anything other than what the rest of his family was eating, was a rarity around here she was about to find out the hard way. If he wanted a happy wife, he knew he'd have to be right there with her, starving. He wasn't quite sure what Hoyt had meant by saying he was 'whipped', but he reckoned he probably wasn't wrong, cause he'd starve with her if that's what she wanted.

Hoyt finished his plate and leaned back in his chair. He curled his lip as he looked at the untouched food in front of Thomas and Ronnie.

"It'd be a shame if you two dumb asses let that go to waste, 'specially after Mama spent all mornin' slavin' over it for you," he said as he eyed Thomas specifically, "and you don't wanna hurt Mama's feelin's do you, Tommy?"

Thomas could feel his gaze heavy on him, but he refused to look up. He heard him shove his chair back to walk around the table to him. He rested his hands on his shoulders before he began to speak again.

"One bite ain't gonna kill you now, is it?" He said smugly.

"He doesn't want it," Ronnie said sharply.

Hoyt looked right at her as he leaned down to whisper in Thomas' ear, "What's she gonna do about it, boy? Not like got somethin' to lose, we all know she ain't fuckin' you."

"Hoyt," Luda snapped.

"If they ain't gonna eat it, hand it over," Monty said through his already full mouth.

"No," Hoyt said as he moved from Thomas to Ronnie, "they're gonna eat it."

He stood behind her and grabbed her jaw. Thomas quickly pushed himself up from his chair, but Hoyt stopped him where he stood.

"You sit the fuck down or I'll break her damn neck," Hoyt said as he eyed Thomas.

Thomas looked at her frightened eyes, but he did as he asked. He knew he meant what he said and he wouldn't have time to stop him if he tried. He had no choice but to listen. Hoyt tore off a piece of the meat on Ronnie's plate and brought it to her. She did her best to keep her mouth shut, but he dug his fingers through her lips so forcefully that she couldn't. She screamed in protest, but she was helpless to stop him just as Thomas was.

"You'll thank me later, girl," Hoyt muttered as he shoved the meat in her mouth, "now chew."

Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head no, but Hoyt wouldn't budge. He took her jaw and forced her to chew.

"If you don't swallow it, I'll push it down your damn throat myself," he said through gritted teeth.

"Hoyt, stop it," Luda finally chimed in, though her voice wasn't as sturdy as it usually was. It sounded shaky as if she was just as frightened to challenge him as Thomas and Ronnie were.

"Hush up, Mama. I'm teachin' her a lesson," he said with a grin as he watched Ronnie swallow the food, "you don't bite the hand that feeds."

He looked over to Thomas who had his fists clenched, "Same goes for you, boy. Wipe that damn look off your face and eat or she ain't leavin' this table breathin'."

He looked to Ronnie once again. It broke his heart to see her relent this time. She nodded as much as Hoyt's grip would allow and Thomas ate as fast as he could.

"That's right. Clean the damn plate," Hoyt said smugly before he ripped his hand from Ronnie's face, "fuckin' ingrates."

Ronnie stood quickly and ran out of the room with tears rolling down her face. Hoyt went to follow her, but Mama was quick to stop him.

"That's enough. You let her be," she said sternly with a disgusted expression on her face, "Thomas, honey, you go to her. Make sure she's alright."

"Go on to your master, boy," Hoyt muttered as he watched Thomas with a wicked grin.

Thomas clenched his fists tighter than ever. He'd never wanted to lay a hand on him more than he did in that moment. He left the room without so much as a glance in his direction. He couldn't stand to see him look so pleased with himself after what he'd just done to her.

"What is wrong with you?" He heard Mama say to Hoyt as he exited the room.

He found Ronnie in the bathroom forcing her fingers down her throat. She sobbed through her gags, but her body refused to give up the only sustenance it had been offered in weeks. She slammed her fist against the wall beside her so hard he was afraid that she might have broken bones and the scream she let out sounded so pained. The sobs that came from her were frightening. They weren't like the ones he'd heard before, they were almost unnatural they were filled with so much grief. What had just happened had taken a part of her, that was evident. What little sanity she had been holding onto thus far was now dangerously close to slipping from her grip. He knelt down and grabbed her by her waist. He let himself fall against the wall as he held her in his lap. He couldn't watch her hurt herself more than she already was. Her fingers dug into his arm as she continued to dry heave. He rested his forehead on her back and winced as he felt her tear into his skin. He knew she didn't mean to, her body tensing was far out of her control. After a long while she finally let her head fall back onto his shoulder, exhausted.

"Thomas," she said in between breaths, "I'm. Gonna fucking. Kill him."

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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year

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Wedding Day Disaster

Summary; Dean Winchester x Fe!OC (but feel free to see yourself as OC) ~ After a wedding disaster, Alice finds herself in a popular road house making friends with the owner...

Warning; Fluff, illusions to smut, kissing, mentions of cheating, violence, swearing.

The night was darker than ever. The rain had been pouring for a few hours earlier, as the darkness had been rolling in but now it was mostly bone dry anywhere you looked.

Ignoring the ringing of her phone and the material of her dress, Alice pulled in on the right down a small country road. She could see the taillights of a car just a few meters ahead of her and by the time she rolled into park, there were easily a dozen or more cars in the same positon as hers. Though, she highly doubted any of the passengers inside of them were going through what she was right this moment.

Clicking the button of her seatbelt, she opened up the door, locked the car behind her and walked inside. Some of the couples outside looked at her for a few more seconds than she would have liked but soon went back to smoking their cigarettes and chatting away.

It was the same inside. People stared. The small moments of silence were defening to her as she passed a couple of tables but people tried their best to carry on their conversations. She was just glad she hadn’t gone with the ballgown when shopping with her mother and aunt 8 months ago.

The bartender, however...well, his silence was the most defening. But also the most comforting. His green eyes had spotted her the moment she got out of her car. The white dress making her stand out like a sore thumb. He watched as she made her way over to the bar and before she could even sit down, he already had a glass on the counter top and a bottle of whiskey pouring a double.

She took the glass in the hand and downed the lot in two gulps before placing the glass down. And he did the same again. And so did she.

“Thank you.” Alice managed to say once the burning of the liquor stopped.

“Just yell if you need anything. The name’s Dean.”

“Alice.”

Dean nodded and went back to work, serving multiple customers at a time whilst she sat in the corner of the bar, looking around her. People were having fun, laughing, smiling, drinking, arguing, playing games. There were a couple of navy officers in the corner playing pool -- they must have been travelling through the town. Maybe they had come back home?

Alice wasn’t really keeping track of time. She just looked down at her phone and the numbers in brackets beside each caller ID.

8 missed calls from Mom. 17 missed calls from Sadie. 6 missed calls from Husband.

I should probably change that.

With a few clicks, although hesitant, Alice changed the Caller ID back to what it had been when she first met him. Ronny.

The bastard. The lying, cheating-

“Hey,”

Alice jumped a little and looked up from the trunk of her car. She had left the bar a few minutes ago in search of something a tad more comfortable.

“Hi.” Alice replied to Dean before she began to rummage through the trunk again. She had to have some clothes somewhere.

“I thought you might want to borrow these.” Dean held out a pile of clothes consisting of jeans, an plaid overshirt, an old t-shirt and a belt. “I’m not trying to be creepy. I just want to help.”

Alice scanned Dean’s face and body for a moment. She didn’t get this feeling very often, but she knew she could trust him. She couldn’t just quiet put her finger on why, though. Maybe it was a ‘just because’.

“Thanks.” Alice smiled, taking the pile from his hands. She moved back and sat down on the rim of the trunk, placing the pile on her lap and streching out his legs.

Dean was cautious as he sat down beside her, streching out his own legs and folding his arms across his chest.

Alice looked up from the ground, shaking her head to move the hair from her eyes so she could see the stars above her. “Go ahead, ask. I know you want to.”

Dean shook his head and tried his best to lie. “N-No. I-I don’t want to-”

“Dean.” Alice looked at him. “Just ask. I know you’re dying to.”

Dean gave a sorry smile. “Okay. What are you doing in a wedding dress in a place like this? Unless your groom is running late?”

“Well,” Alice sighed. “I was meant to be getting married today, at 2 o’clock this afternoon. Only, when he was meant to be getting ready to meet me down the isle, he was getting undressed with one of my bridesmaid’s helping him.”

“Ooh.”

“You said it.” Alice chuckled. “Yeah, after..half an hour of silent-shock, yelling and enough cursing to make even a sailor blush, I got in my car and started driving.”

“How long were you two together?”

“Nearly 6 years.” Alice explained. “Got engaged after 4. We were going to get married last year but the venue fell through and it was where my parents wanted to hold it so, we had to wait.”

Dean nodded, letting the following silence settle for a few moments before speaking.

“Well, there’s a bathroom on the otherside of the bar where you can get changed and there’s enough liquor to make you forget your own name. What do you say? See you there in 30?”

Alice looked down to her dress for a moment before looking up to Dean. “Better make it 20.”

Dean smiled, clapped his hands and stood up. “Well, then.” Dean held out his hand and helped Alice up. “I’ll see you in 20.”

He saw her in 15.

She left the bathroom with her white gown drapped over her arm in the dress bag from her trunk while the clothing she borrowed was a little big on her but she made it work. Besides, it was more comfortable.

In the bathroom mirror, she had removed the golden pins from her hair and let the curles in her hair fall around her face. If this day had gone any other way, she would think she looked pretty...whimsical. Dreamy. Like in the way you look in a morning and find the love of your life cooking breakfast. Dreamy in the way that you see yourself how they see you on a Sunday morning.

Alice pulled half of her hair back and pinned it up without thinking about it. Some of her baby hairs still fell, framing her face. And, finally, with the use of a small make-up bag from her trunk, she removed her fancy make-up from her face before drying it.

Now she looked more like herself.

“That was quick. You look good, by the way.” Dean said as he moved around behind the bar and popped the caps off a couple of beers before passing them to each customer.

“Thanks.”

“So? What’s your poison?”

“Beer. Please.”

“Coming up.”

Within seconds, a beer was infront of her and she took a swig of the alcohol. “So? Where do you want to begin?”

“I don’t know. Where do you want me to begin?”

“How about the beginning?” Dean asked, looking to her as he mixed a cocktail.

Alice smiled. “The beginning is probably always the best place to start.”

So Alice begun. And Dean listened. Throughout it all.

She started from when she had first met Ronny. There wasn’t much to say so she soon skipped to the engagment and everything that happened between then and the wedding.

“Ronny’s a dick. You deserve better.”

Alice smiled. “Thanks. I think you’re the first to say that to me. Well, second. Sadie would have said the same if we had time to talk before I left.”

“Why? What did you folks say?” But Alice didn’t answer straight away. Instead, she stood up and lifted the door to the bar.

“What are you doing?”

More, many more customers had arrived sicne Alice walked through the doors. “I’m helping. You’re working alone back here and can’t serve everyone all at once. Though you are trying hard to prove otherwise.”

Dean studied her for a moment before walking backwards and pulling a dishtowel from the lower cupboard handle.

“You ever worked in a bar before?”

“Not to my parents knowledge.”

Dean smirked and walked towards her before placing the towel over her shoulder. “Okay then.”

Alice began taking orders and soon found herself in competiton with Dean. Customers egging them on.

“She’s making a mockery out of you, boy.” An older Irish gentleman mocked causing both Dean and Alcie to look at one another and chuckle.

“She sure is, Henry. She sure is.”

This continued throughout the night until eventually people began to head home and Dean began to clean up, Alice helping by clearing the tables and turning the chairs upside down onto the tops before moving to bolt the door.

Dean poured them both a shot each before replacing the bottle. Lifting his glass, Alice did the same.

“To...new beginning?”

Alice smiled. “To new beginning.”

The both downed the shot and turned the glasses over.

“So, tell me.” Dean began. “What do your folks think of all of this?”

“They thought I should still marry him.” Alice fixed herself on one of the barstools, folding over her dishtowel as Dean kept his eyes on her and moved backwards to place back the bottles of liquor they had used.

“You’re kidding!”

Alice shook her head with a light smile. It was nice to know someone other than Sadie and herself disagreed with her parents.

“I am not.” Alice replied. “My mom pulled me aside, me thinking she was about to tell me I should maybe have a drink to take the edge off...but no. She was telling me I should forget it happened. After all,” Suddenly Alice took on a tone which signaled to Dean that these were not her words but rather her mother’s. “A girl like me is only so lucky to find a guy who likes me the way Ronny does.”

“Shit. She really said that?”

“She really said that.” Alice nodded, looking down. “Maybe that’s why I stuck with it for so long. I got so many of the same comments growing up. You’ll never find a guy if you dress like that. You’ll never get a job with a mouth like that.”

“Well, you’ve always got a job here. After tonight, any roadhouse would be lucky to have you pouring the drinks.” It sounded odd, but Alice took it as a compliment.

“Thanks.”

“You got a place to stay?”

“I saw a motel about half a mile up the road so I’ll stay there until I sort something out.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “You’re staying in town?”

“Might aswell.” Alice shrugged. “The company I work for, they had an opening pop up about a week ago. Make a few calls, find an apartment, a fresh start?”

“Are you not meant to take a mourning period?”

Alice shrugged again. “Maybe. Probably. But right now I’m too tired and too angry to cry. Thank you, Dean. For everything.”

“You know where I am if you need me.” Dean smiled before Alice left.

However, as she got to the door, she quickly turned back and hugged him. “I mean it. Thank you.”

Dean smiled. “Anytime, Alice.”

“G’night, Dean.”

“Night, Alice.”

Over the following months, Alice worked through...everything.

After spending two weeks crying - out of frustration, anger or sadness, she didin’t know - she called Sadie and had her go to her shared apartment and get her stuff out. Sadie wouldn’t have any trouble with running into Ronny since he got on the place and jetted off to Cuba for three weeks with the bridesmaid he’d been sleeping with for the last 10 months.

Sadie sent everything belonging to Alice to her in a couple of boxes which Dean helped her sort through.

There were a few items she wanted to keep, like photos of herself and her friends, but the rest of it...she either donated or drove to an old scrap yard which was Dean’s surprise one late Thurday, and beat the crap and smashed up each piece that could be.

After that, Alice conversed with Sadie to make sure her trnasfer was made as quickly and as smoothly as it could be before herself and Dean went apartment hunting.

Every place Alice went on her own, something felt off with each apartment and she always found it. She didn’t know what it was but she knew it was something. It was the water, or the electrics. So, when Dean offered his help, she accepted.

And she soon found it.

It was a two bedroom apartment, although the second bedroom wasn’t big enough to fit a human adult and their belongings so she would turn it into an office. Dean helped her shop Ikea and a few other places to pick out her furniture and appliances, him pushing the cart as she checked things off her list. She even helped him score a date in Target.

Although, she prevented one from happening when he helped her move in.

“Ow, what?” Dean asked, holding his arm where Alice had smacked his arm.

“You are not sleeping with someone who lived a few doors down. I’m not even moved in yet and I don’t want her asking me why you didn’t call her last night.”

“But she could be my future wife,” Dean argued.

“Well, if she is, then talk to her at the Roadhouse. She comes in every Tuesday.”

“But I’m busy.”

“You made time for me on a Saturday night. If you really want to talk to her, then you’ll find a way. Now, how do we set up this bookshelf?”

The pair of them fell asleep that night in the living room, Dean covering Alice up with a blanket before doing the same with himself.

And then, after six months, Alice got a surprise.

Alice and Dean were tidying the place up since someone had come in and made an offer to Dean he couldn’t refuse, to hold a surprise birthday party/engagment party for a couple in town so the place would be filled with the regulars and their families.

Except, as they were cleaning and setting up for the next day, someone walked in whilst Dean had his back to the counter and Alice was in the back.

“We’re closed. Come back tomorrow- No. Day after tomorrow. We’re closed then, too.” Dean called out as he closed the cash register.

“Please, this will only take a second.”

Dean turned around as he flipped the dish towel over his shoulder. “Bar’s closed. Go home.”

“Please. Just...I’m looking for Alice-” The guy, who Dean didn’t like on sight, stopped talking as Alice came from the back, carrying a case of beers.

“Ronald.”

He smiled. And it made Alice’s stomach queezy. “Alice. You...You’re looking...well.”

Alice rolled her eyes and slammed the case on the counter, Dean knowing better than to stand in her way. He quickly stepped back as she tore open the cardboard case and unloaded the beers into the fridge.

“Ever the complimenter, Ronald.”

“What ever happened to Ronny?” He joked but the look Alice shot him, he quickly shut up with that angle.

Ronny was brutally tortured and killed before being brought back to life only to die again because it was the lesser fate.

“I was hoping we could talk...privately.”

“Speak.”

“Er...Alice. I said privately.”

“And I said, Speak.” Alice stopped packing the beers and lent her hands on the lower bar.

Dean stood back and watched what unfolded. How painfully awkward it was and how, by the end of the 10 minute conversation -- not that Dean was timing it or anything -- Ronny walked out with his tail between his legs and, after listening to the shouts and few swear words leave Alice’s mouth, he realised there was no chance in hell she’d ever go back to him.

Alice waited until his car had left the lot and his tail-lights disappeared onto the main road before she turned around and sunk her hands into her face.

“You okay?”

Alice removed her hands and nodded, folding her arms around herself. “Yeah. I’m sorry you had to-”

“Oh, no. Don’t be. That was...awesome.”

Alice smiled. “Thanks.”

Suddenly, Dean was in front of her, holding her close in a hug. God, she needed that. She needed that hug. She needed to yell at him once more. She needed...this.

And she would have. For another four years...until it became more than she expected.

It had been a busy night filled with laughter, dancing and music.

It was Henry’s second retirement party since his other one lasted all around 5 minutes before he was off to work again. He’d been driving his wife mad being stuck inside the house all day with nothing to do.

“This one will stick.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Henry.”

The banter continued all night and, as the time creeped closer to 10, Henry and his old friends from work called Dean over across the bar.

“When are you going to ask her?”

“Ask who?” Dean asked.

Henry nodded over to Alice who was currently talking to Henry’s daughter who was holding their own baby in their arms.

“Ask Alice. To dance. Good lord man! Have you not asked the girl out yet?”

“I think she’d kill me if I did.” Dean joked.

“Go on, lad. Ask the girl.” Henry slammed his hand down on the bar. “Or Holt here might just beat you to it.”

Dean looked back with a smile before looking back, placing down his towel and walking over.

“That’s it, lad.”

“Alice!”

Alice turned around as Dean came closer. “Care to dance?”

“Didn’t think you did.”

“Maybe I just needed the right partner.” Dean suggested which, if she was being honest, sent butterflies fluttering around her stomach.

“Okay then.”

Soon the pair found themselves on the dance floor, dancing along to the music as the band played and sung away. The music was from the 40s. Although not exactly Dean’s type, he didn’t much care. He was with Alice and that was all that mattered.

Alice was spun out and spun in, and even dipped in Dean’s arms as they danced along. It helped that both were dressed as though from that ear or similar. It had been one of Henry’s requests. For everyone to dress as they once had, back in the day.

He’d never admit it, but he was a sentimentalist.

And this retirement would probably last a week at most.

Only, something seemed to change when the music changed to something slower. Holding each other close, temples pressed together. Dean never thought he would be doing this. Falling in love. Dancing. Wishing he could spend every day with Alice.

He could hear Henry’s voice in the back of his head as he quoted Leap Year. “Dammit man,” he’d slap his hand on the counter, “Kiss the girl.”

That had been a few years ago now. Maybe 2? But he gave that speech almost every week.

Eventually, the night drew to a close and the pair found themselves in a situation that happened every Saturday night or thereabouts.

Alice began clearing the tables and flipping the chairs before moving to bolt the door, meanwhile Dean cleared away the glasses, replace the bottles of liquor but not before pouring them both a shot each.

Dean walked around and met Alice on the other side of the bar before handing her the shot.

“To Henry.”

“To Henry.” Alice smiled before clinking her glass against Dean’s and both of them downing it.

Dean sat with his back to the bolted door whilst Alice sat in front of him.

“How long do you think this one will last?”

“I’d give him 4 days. Tops. Grady was telling me Henry’s already started looking in the Newspaper. He thinks she doesn’t know, but she does.”

Dean smiled. “That’s Henry for you.”

Dean watched as Alice looked around the roadhouse.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” Alice smiled. “Just...this place.”

“What about this place?” Dean asked.

“If you had told me 4 years ago that this is where I would spend all my time...”

Dean looked around. “Same. I bought this place on a whim, what, 10 years ago? But I wouldn’t want to change a thing.”

“Not even one thing?”

As they looked at one another, everything of the last four years...every moment, every look, every thought, smile and laughter came into one and, between looked from each other’s eyes to lips and back again multiple times. It all finally came together.

It was odd, but not because it was bad. Because it was good.

Alice pulled back, but not too far before she leaned in again. By the end of their second kiss, they both pulled back and after a beat, they smiled. This was it. They were always meant to be friends first but this...together, it felt right.

Both leaned in back again, this time, smiling and more than ready. The kisses grew more heated, Dean standing with his hands pulling Alice in closer by her face and neck.

A small moan came from Alice’s throat as Dean suddenly lifted her, as she went to stand up, and placed her on the countertop of the bar, his hands roaming her body, pulling her closer as Alice’s hands went around his neck and into his hair.

Between the kisses, Alice managed to speak -- though she was seconds from completely never being able to speak again.

“Upstairs.” More kisses. “Now.”

Dean half smirked, half smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The morning light slowly faded in. Above the headboard of his bed lay a window, looking out across the land and hills in the distance. The curtains lay open a little wider since Dean woke up. The light came in with waves of glitter that shimmered above them.

He didn’t know how long he’d been awake. Maybe half an hour? But he wouldn’t move an inch. Beside him, Alice was still asleep and he wouldn’t move for the world.

“Morning.”

Dean turned his head and found Alice awake, and smiled. “Morning.”

Alice smiled back before burying her head downwards. Dean turned to his side and kissed her forehead with a chuckle. Alice could feel his smile against her skin with the rumble of his voice.

“You’re beautiful.”

Alice soon looked back up, the pair just watching one another until the other made the first move.

Alice lent up for a moment, kissing his lips before bringing her hand to his cheek to draw him in closer. Is this what she’d been missing for the last four years?

Dean and herself both smiled into the kiss but before Alice could pull him in closer, he made the first move. Alice found herself lying on her back as Dean’s arms wrapped securely around her and deepened the kiss.

Neither could ask for anything better.

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okay i gotta selfishly ask you about the Crossover AU and the Maisie AU

what are you most looking forward to writing?

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You’re allowed to be as selfish as you want, Annie my werewolf love 🐺🌕

Okay so technically, as you know, I’ve got TWO crossover AU’s going on!

1. The crossover where Jake, Bradley, Pete and Ronnie accidentally ends up in Between the Wolves, and meets Bradley, Jake, Cassie and Pete.

What I most look forward to writing about this crossover is def the moment your Bradley and Jake finds out that my Bradley and Jake are a thing. I know how it happens and it’s hilarious. And I also look forward to writing Ronnie and Cassie bonding, and Pete and Pete just observing and drinking beer.

2. The very sad crossover where it’s an alternative ending to your fic where Ronnie unfortunately dies to save Jake and Bradley. Hurt so bad but tiny light glimpse is that she sends Cassie to them.

Now this crossover is just plain angsty and painful and I love it. What I look forward to the most is writing the entire thing tbh. We’ve discussed it so much and I cannot wait to actually flesh it out!

NOW, the Maisie AU is of course, based on your original Jake and Ronnie fic, where Jake leaves Ronnie the first time around, without knowing she’s pregnant. Fast forward five years when Jake returns to SD and finds out he’s got a daughter.

I look forward to writing Jake talking to his mama about the whole thing. She’s all tough love on him and basically says he’s only got himself to blame. And I look forward to writing Jake meeting Maisie for the first time. CUTENESS OVERLOAD

Thank you so much my love 💕

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✦ MEG THEE STALLION, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ ZION GRACE BANKS the TWENTY SEVEN year old has been in Hidehill for ON AND OFF FOR SIX YEARS and was a HARPO, WHO DIS MAN? to Ronnie Nilsson, the most recent shadow of Hidehill. Whispers on the streets are that the MUSIC PRODUCER who lives in HARLOW are said to be AMBITIOUS and UNAPOLOGETIC but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves

Name: Zion Grace Banks

Age: Twenty Seven

Gender and Pronouns: Cis Woman, She/Her

Birthdate and Sign: 1 April, Aries

Occupation: Music Producer, previously dancer, bartender, outreach coordinator, and make up artist

Education: Graduated from Berklee College

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pets: A frenchie named Otis.

Zion had early memories of her mother singing around the house, and still claims she can tell you the night she fe in love with music. Her parents were supportive, growing up, but once she got older she realized it wasn’t her parents that were supportive as a whole, but moreso her mother inspired her father to be.

It devastated the whole family unit when they found out her mother was ill, including her little sister Zaylee. She never bothered to say she was half, because she was family, either way. They both had made a promise to their mother, one of many, that they would never let go of their dreams, and never stop wanting bigger and better. When she passed, Zion swore to make good on that promise, along with the one that she made insisting that she take care of that same sister.

That was when she tried, tried to help her make the right decisions, tried to keep her from her fathers bullshit, but rarely succeeded. The man constantly tried to play them against one another, and create problems where there truly were none. She kept a tally of every time he crossed her, and tried to come between her and the only thing she had left, her sister.

Eventually, she graduated highschool under the care of her grandmother, who had lived in hidehill all her life. After that, she attended one of the most promising music schools in the country. After all, she was nobody’s fool, and wanted to know both the best techniques for music, and for business. Zi succeeded there, and halfway into her freshman year, had her first big break. It was only up from there, and it continues to be.

In her mother and grandmothers honor, she settled in Harlow, staying close to where they were raised but could never afford. She was their success story, and intended to continue to be that. Now, she has graduated school and not only helps the artists that reach out, but always scouts for more talent.

Potential connections coming soon.

#❪ ⠀ ♔ ⠀ ┆ ❝ INTROSPECTION. ❞ ╱ ⠀ZION. ⠀ ❫#hidehillintro

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Los Rolling Stones han vuelto: "¿Por qué hemos tardado 18 años en sacar disco? Pues porque somos muy vagos"

Mick Jagger, Keith Richards y Ron Wood han presentado este miércoles su nuevo disco, "Hackney Diamonds" en un acto multitudinario en Londres

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"De esta banda no se va nadie, como no sea en un ataúd de madera"... El presagio de Keith Richards (79 años) ha sido corroborado este miércoles por Mick Jagger (80) y Ronnie Wood (76), los últimos supervivientes de los Rolling Stones, en la presentación de "Hackney Diamonds", su primer álbum con nuevas canciones desde el 2005.

"¿Por qué hemos tardado 18 años en sacar disco? Pues porque somos muy vagos", dijo entre risas Jagger, de 80 años.

La muerte del batería Chalie Watts en 2021 sirvió de acicate para el eterno relanzamiento de la banda, que ha rescatado para la ocasión a su legendario bajista fundador, Bill Wyman (86), y que ha contado con la colaboración especial de Paul McCartney (81), enterrando las viejas rencillas con los Beatles.

"Todo es diferente desde que se fue Charlie, siempre será el cuarto", ha reconocido Mick Jagger. "Llegó a grabar con nosotro dos temas en el 2019. Le echamos terriblemente de menos".

El escenario elegido para la presentación del disco que saldrá a la venta el 20 de octubre ha sido la bombonera del Hackney Empire, rodeada desde primera hora de la mañana por cientos de fans que acudieron a rendir pleitesía a sus "majestades satánicas", casi un año después de la muerte de Isabel II a los 96 años.

Ofició de maestro de ceremonias el cómico norteamericano Jimmy Fallon, y lo que estaba anunciado a bombo y platillo como rueda de prensa fue al final un soliloquio a cuatro voces (y un improvisado blues a capella) al oreo de una enorme lengua de diamantes y de una luminosa decoración a base de cristalitos.

Juntos presentaron el potente video de lanzamiento, "Angry", protagonizado por Sydney Sweeny a bordo de un descapotable rojo y con Rolling saludándola a su paso desde los carteles de Sunset Boulevard en diferentes etapas de sus 61 años fe vida en común.

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"El secreto de un largo matrimonio es reírse mucho y hablar poco", dijo Jagger. Ronie Wood, el más callado, aportó lo suyo alegando: "A nuestra edad, es bueno que todo esté en movimiento" (Jagger le tomó la palabra y le invitó a bailar agarrados en el escenario).

"No habríamos sacado un disco con nuevos temas a estas alturas si no fuera suficientemente bueno", terció Jagger (The Times recibió el lanzamiento con una inmejorable crítica saludando el álbum como lo mejor de los Rollin en cuatro décadas).

"Todo fue creciendo alrededor de "Angry", han reconocido. "Digamos que la ira fue el primer concepto. Luego vino todo lo demás, las canciones de amor, el country... Digamos que es un disco muy ecléctico"

"Dreamy Skies", "Sweet Sounds of Heavdn", "Live by the Sword", "Depending on you" o "Get close" son otros de los temas del nuevo álbum a los que los Rolling hicieron repaso.

Y fue Richards, que anunció por sorpresa que ha dejado de fumar desde que sonó la alarma anti incendios en una grabación, quien puso la puntilla: "Cuando nos juntamos, siempre se produce una explosión".

El lanzamiento de "Hackney Diamonds" fue anticipado por la revista local del barrio del lejano este de Londres, en forma de un engañoso anuncio de unos especialistas en reparación de cristales. Los "diamantes" a los que hace referencia el título son los vidrios rotos de las ventanas por los robos que en sus malos tiempos asediaban el barrio, reconvertido en meca de artistas y hipsters, congregados para celebrar la enésima resurrección de la banda. ¡Larga vida a los Rolling Stones!

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La religiosidad sin Cristo

En la actualidad, es difícil encontrar en las disputas teológicas el fruto del que habla la Biblia. Las numerosas discusiones consideradas teológicas están repletas de conversaciones o pensamientos disfrazados de inquietud e ira, como si se estableciera que para estudiar teología hay que "enfurecerse". Pareciera que utilizan la teología como arma, en vez de fuente de gozo. A menudo una teología y una religión sin Cristo se convierten en armas que actúan de tres maneras. Primero, causando división. Hay quie- nes afirman que solo ellos y sus seguidores poseen la verdad y destruyen la unión. Estos transforman a sus hermanos, con quienes deberían marchar hacia la Tierra Prometida, en sujetos de discordia. Segundo, como herramienta de soberbia. Quienes utilizan incorrectamente la teología de esta manera, se vuelven más soberbios a medida que acumulan conocimientos. La búsqueda de la verdad se convierte en un medio para engrandecerse, jactándose de sus habilidades intelectuales e intentando adueñarse de la gloria que le pertenece a Dios. Tercero, se convierte en un arma para reemplazar la santidad y la sabiduría. Algunos confunden la claridad teológica y la convicción con sabiduría. En otras palabras, se busca sustituir la adoración y la devoción a Dios con palabras adornadas y razonamientos teológicos. Así, podemos caer en la trampa de la religión sin Cristo, como los judíos que negaron a Jesús fingiendo ser religiosos. Por lo tanto, el objetivo de la fe es conocer perfectamente quién es Jesús y obrar acorde a Su voluntad.

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I'm so curious about Marco & Ronnie's relationship right now

#relationship? they are just kids who just met now #fire emblem #teen lucina pt3 #fe marco #fe ronnie #fe hatom #fe paul

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34, 31, 36 for Ronnie pls

fe my werewolf love ty <3 <3 I'll answer these for the regular universe version of her!

34. Are they a good person?

I would say generally yes, she is a good person. She's a little spiteful and a little selfish, but those are just flaws. And flaws are what make a human, really. She is generous and honest and a loyal friend.

31. Does the character worry about their place in society?

In some aspects of her life, I think so. Professionally she isn't worried. She's helped create a successful business and lives comfortably as a single person. But I think she does worry as a woman in her early 30s who is still single and has no children. Especially since those are things that she truly wants, if gaining those things or really even wanting those things will make her less of a businesswoman and take away from all that she is.

36. Do they believe in destiny?

No. She thinks that's a buncha bull. You make your own choices and figure it out as you go. It's not fate or destiny or anything like that. shit just happens and she rolls with the punches.

#annie answers #fe my werewolf love #oc: ronnie bradshaw

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1. Faiq Jefri Bolkiah

Net Worth $20 billion

Nickname: Faiq

Born: 9 May 1998 (age 25)

Nationality: United States

Net Worth: US$20 billion

Country: Bruneian

Height: 1.75 m (5 ft 9 in)

Weight: 78 kg

Position: Winger

Current Team: Chonburi FC

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2. Lionel Messi

Net Worth $600 Million

Nickname: Leo

Born: 24 June 1987 (age 36)

Nationality: Argentina, Spanish, Italian

Net Worth: $600 Million

Country: Argentina, Spanish, Italian

Height1.70 m (5 ft 7 in)

Weight: 75 kg

Position: Forward

Current Team: Inter Miami CF

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Net Worth: $500 Million

Country: Portugal

Height: 1.87 m (6 ft 2 in)

Weight: 85 kg

Position: Forward

Current Team: Al Nassr

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Nationality: England

Net Worth: $450 Million

Country: England

Height: 6 ft 0 in (1.83 m)

Weight: 75 kg

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