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The Lady - 1

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Eddie Horniman x Female Reader

Summary: After fifteen years away, a step-daughter returns for her Duke step-father's funeral, only to inherit a staggering 8 million pound debt and strike a risky deal with a criminal underworld figure.

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In the heart of the military training ground, you, a seasoned Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) technician, stand poised amidst a group of nervous soldiers. Among them is Private Jameson, a newcomer with trembling hands and apprehensive eyes. With unwavering composure, you take charge, your voice steady as you address the group.

"Today, we're covering the basics of bomb disposal," you begin, your tone reassuring yet firm. Turning to Private Jameson, you offer a patient smile.

"You, Private. What's your name?" Despite his nervousness, Private Jameson responds, and you guide him with a calming presence, instilling confidence as you impart your expertise.

"Jameson, take a deep breath," you instruct softly but firmly. "Remember, focus is key. You've got this." Private Jameson nods, his eyes locked on your reassuring gaze.

As he examines the device, you watch attentively, offering guidance with each movement. When he finishes, you nod approvingly. "Well done, Private. Now, let's move on."

As Private Jameson continues under your guidance, the other soldiers watch with admiration. They've seen you in action before, witnessed your dedication to the mission and your willingness to put yourself in harm's way for the greater good.

"Ma'am, what if the situation calls for immediate action?" Private Reynolds interjects, reflecting the group's curiosity.

You acknowledge the gravity of the question. "In a real-world scenario, there may not be time for thorough examination," you explain calmly. "Trust your instincts and make split-second decisions."

Private Jameson glances at you, newfound respect shining in his eyes. "But you always seem so calm under pressure, ma'am," he remarks admiringly.

You smile humbly, reflecting on the countless moments of uncertainty you've faced. "It's not about being fearless, Private," you reply earnestly. "It's about pushing through fear for those counting on you."

Your words hang in the air, a silent reminder of the sacrifices made by soldiers like you every day. With renewed determination, Private Jameson nods, his resolve strengthened by your example.

As the door of the training facility echoed with a sharp knock, you exchanged a puzzled glance with your comrades. The abrupt interruption stirred a sense of unease within you, a foreboding whisper of uncertainty.

"A lawyer wants to see you," the soldier at the door announced, his voice tinged with urgency.

You furrowed your brow in confusion. "Me?" you repeated, your mind racing to grasp the sudden turn of events. "Hmm, he sounds British," you mused aloud, your instincts sharpened by years of training.

With measured steps, you followed your comrade through the maze of corridors until you reached the visitor's area. There, standing before you, was a figure from your past, a familiar face veiled in the somber cloak of time.

"Miss," the lawyer greeted you with a solemn nod, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken truths.

Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized him, the memories flooding back like an unstoppable tide. It had been fifteen years since you last saw him, a lifetime of distance and estrangement separating you.

"I assumed something bad happened?" you ventured cautiously, your tone laced with concern and apprehension.

The lawyer, Cedric, nodded gravely, his expression betraying the gravity of the news he bore.

You and Cedric found a quiet place to talk. "Something's wrong?" you inquired, noting the somber expression on Cedric's face as he adjusted his glasses.

Cedric remained silent momentarily, his gaze fixed on the ground before meeting your eyes. "Duke Rupert died two days ago," he finally uttered, his voice laden with gravity.

Your heart clenched at the news. Duke Rupert was your stepfather, and the thought of his passing filled you with a mix of sorrow and apprehension.

Cedric continued, his words weighed down by the weight of the news. "On his will, he wrote that he wants all the family to gather. I came here as soon as I could. And you could attend the funeral too. He probably wants it too."

You nodded, absorbing the information with a heavy heart. The sudden loss of Duke Rupert had thrown your world into disarray, and the prospect of gathering with the family only added to the uncertainty swirling within you.

Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself, determined to face whatever lay ahead with strength

You nodded in response to Cedric's words, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. "I'll gather my things," you said quietly, steeling yourself for the task ahead.

As you packed your belongings into your bag, Private Jameson approached you, his curiosity evident in his voice. "So, it turns out you're a noble," he remarked, his tone tinged with surprise.

You chuckled lightly, shaking your head in response. "I'm not. It was my step-dad. There's no noble blood in me," you explained, a hint of self-deprecation in your voice.

Jameson furrowed his brow, his curiosity piqued. "We've been working together for years, but you never mentioned anything about this," he observed, his tone filled with genuine interest.

You zipped up your bag, pausing momentarily before meeting Jameson's gaze. "It's just family stuff. Nothing interesting," you replied cryptically, a hint of sadness flickering in your eyes before you turned away, ready to face the uncertain future that lay ahead.

After a grueling 12-hour flight, you finally arrived back in the UK. As the car pulled up to Evergreen Abbey, your childhood home, a rush of nostalgia washed over you. The manor stood proudly, its historical façade unchanged by the passing years.

Stepping out of the car, you took a moment to absorb the familiar sight before you. The memories of your upbringing flooded back, filling you with a sense of belonging despite the years of absence.

As you entered the manor, you were greeted by the sight of a middle-aged woman wearing a classic black dress adorned with a string of pearls. Her youthful aura belied the years that had passed since you last saw her. It was your mother, Susan.

"You're back," she exclaimed, opening her arms wide to envelop you in a warm embrace. The familiar scent of her perfume brought tears to your eyes as you returned her hug, feeling a sense of comfort and homecoming wash over you.

You nodded as Susan spoke, absorbing the news of Duke Rupert's accident with a heavy heart. The realization that your stepfather had passed away hit you like a wave, stirring emotions you had long buried.

"I'm so sorry. What happened?" you asked, your voice filled with genuine concern as you reached out to grasp Susan's hand for support.

Susan sighed her expression a mixture of sadness and frustration. "That silly old man's, I told him not to ride a horse, but he insisted and he fell," she explained, her tone tinged with regret. "Rupert always well-prepared, but I don't know why he really insisted on riding a horse that day."

Before you could respond, the sound of another voice broke through the somber atmosphere. "Thank God you're here," the voice exclaimed, drawing your attention. You turned to see your stepbrother, Charles, standing before you.

But your breath caught in your throat when you saw him wearing priestly attire. "Charles?" you uttered in disbelief, your eyes widening in surprise.

Charles opened his arms and enveloped you in a warm hug, his presence comforting despite the unexpected change in his appearance. "I'm glad you're here," he said, his handshake firm and sincere as he greeted you.

You were speechless, your mind struggling to process the transformation before you. There was a warmth in Charles's eyes, a genuine kindness that seemed to radiate from within him. He was different from the last time you saw him, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sight of him in his new role.

"Are you wearing a cassock?" you finally managed to ask, your voice filled with curiosity as you glanced at Charles's attire.

Susan gently pinched your arm, her expression amused yet reproachful. "Silly girl, this is why you should reply to my letters, phone calls, and emails," she chided gently. "Charles has become a priest."

"I know you will find it hard to believe. But I went through a miracle that made me fully believed in God." As Charles spoke of his newfound faith, you struggled to reconcile this revelation with the memory of Charlie, who once hurled harsh words at you.

Then you heard a familiar voice, cutting through the tension like a knife. "You're here."

It was Charlotte, Charles's twin sister. Her gaze bore into you with the same disdain it always had, unchanged after all these years.

Charlotte was never one to hide her feelings about you. From the moment your mother brought you into their lives, she had seen you as nothing more than an unwanted burden.

Your mother's marriage to the Duke had brought you into a world of privilege and resentment. While your stepfather had become a father figure you'd never had, it came at the cost of your relationship with your own mother. Susan was desperate to fit into her new role as Duchess, and you were often left feeling like an outsider in your own home.

The Duke's children, Charles and Charlotte, had quickly formed a bond with your mother, leaving you feeling like an intruder in your own family. They resented you for stealing their father's attention, and the tension between you had only grown over the years.

Living at Evergreen Abbey had always felt like walking on eggshells. That's why, as soon as you came of age, you left for the United States and joined the army, seeking refuge from the suffocating atmosphere of the manor.

Charlotte's cold gaze was a painful reminder of the resentment that had always simmered beneath the surface. "Let's get this over with, please," she said, her words dripping with disdain.

"What does it mean?" you asked, scanning the room for answers but finding only silence and the weight of years of unresolved conflict hanging heavy in the air.

You couldn't believe your eyes as Charles stood before you, now a priest leading your stepfather's funeral. Rupert's passing seemed surreal, and as they closed the casket, you had a chance to see his face one last time.

His face looked different, smiling unnaturally due to the glue used to preserve it. It starkly contrasted the smile you remembered, and you regretted not seeing Rupert one last time before this moment. Placing a red rose near his casket, you whispered, "I'm going to miss you."

During the burial, your gaze wandered, and you noticed a little boy standing near your mother.

But someone standing alone amidst the gathering of family and guests caught your attention. Who is he?

After the burial concluded, the house filled with guests offering condolences. The strange man also disappeared. Susan and Charles gracefully accepted their sympathies, while Charlotte's whereabouts only God knows.

Amidst the crowd, you heard a gentle voice call your name. "Y/N?"

Turning around, you saw Eddie standing there. "Eddie? How are you?" You greeted him with a side hug, grateful for the familiarity in the midst of the somber occasion.

Eddie hugged you back, offering his condolences as you shared a moment of solace amid the chaos of the gathering.

Eddie's inquiry about your military service brought back memories, including a long-kept secret: you used to have a crush on him. It was partly why you joined the army, sharing a dream of serving alongside him. "Yeah," you answered, still groggy from the day's emotions.

"What about you? Did you join the army too?"

Eddie chuckled. "I did, but I left to pursue a business."

You nodded, finding it fitting for him. "You're looking more like a duke these days."

Taking a sip of water, Eddie revealed a surprising truth. "I am. I became a duke after my father passed."

Your shock was evident. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

Eddie's chuckle held a hint of understanding. "Yeah, after you left, you sort of cut contacts with everyone."

You hesitated, recalling the mention of a will by Cedric. "What about your family tradition? Isn't your older brother supposed to be the duke?"

Eddie's expression shifted slightly. "It changed after my father's will."

Your unease grew as thoughts of Rupert's will resurfaced. Eddie noticed your worry and reached out, touching your hand. "Hey, if you need me, just call me."

Grateful for his support, you managed a small smile. "Thanks, Eddie."

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As everyone sat waiting for the lawyer, a new presence entered the room. A little boy, perhaps around 10 years old, joined the gathering, taking a seat beside Charlotte. He stole occasional glances in your direction, his curiosity evident in his wide-eyed gaze.

Unable to contain your surprise, you turned to Charlotte and asked, "You have a child?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes in response, her annoyance palpable, while Charles chuckled softly at the exchange.

Feeling a familiar pinch on your arm, you turned to see Susan giving you a reproachful look. "This is why you should've answered my calls. He's your brother," she scolded gently.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Huh?!" you exclaimed, your mind struggling to comprehend the revelation as you glanced back at the little boy sitting beside Charlotte, a newfound sense of connection dawning within you. Now his face and future look similar to yours.

You found yourself at a loss for words, grappling with the sudden revelation of a long-lost sibling. The realization that you had cut off all contact when you joined the army weighed heavily on your conscience, leaving you with a profound sense of regret for the years of missed connections and lost opportunities.

Running a hand through your face, you let out a weary sigh, the weight of the past 15 years bearing down on you like a heavy burden. "Will there be another surprise?" you wondered aloud, the question hanging in the air as you braced yourself for whatever other unexpected twists fate had in store for you.

A few minutes later, Cedric, the lawyer, strode into the room with purpose, placing his briefcase on the table before retrieving the file. With a solemn expression, he began to read aloud the contents of Duke Rupert's will.

"Everyone will get a share of his insurance and investments," Cedric announced, his voice measured and professional. "Except Y/N."

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of resignation at the news, having expected as much given the strained dynamics within the family. Glancing around the room, you noted the acceptance in your mother's and the twins' expressions, as if they had anticipated this outcome.

But then, Cedric's next words shattered the calm facade that had settled over the room. "For the Evergreen Abbey Manor and the title, I hereby give it to Y/N L/N," he continued, his voice resolute.

Your shock was palpable, the expletive escaping your lips before you could stop it.

'HUH?!'

"What the fuck?" you exclaimed, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events as the weight of Duke Rupert's decision settled heavily upon you.

As Charles let out a disbelieving "Hoo," and Charlotte expressed her relief with a curt "Great, not my problem anymore," the tension in the room seemed to escalate.

'Wait. The twins aren't angry?'

Your mother reached out, gently squeezing your hand and offering a reassuring look, her silent support a comforting anchor amidst the chaos unfolding around you.

"Why do I feel like I'm carrying a bomb in my hand?" you muttered, the weight of Duke Rupert's legacy pressing down on you like a heavy burden.

Cedric adjusted his glasses, his expression grave as he spoke. "When you became the Lady of this house... Your grace, pardon me that I have to tell you this," he began carefully. "The former Duke had debts, and he was involved in what we might call 'creative' work."

"You mean drugs, gambling, and the like?" you interjected, your voice laced with disbelief.

Susan shot you a warning glance, her lips forming a silent reprimand. "You shouldn't say that word in front of your brother," she whispered, her tone urgent.

Turning to her younger son, she leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not drugs, but weed," she clarified softly.

"Oh, wow. Now I feel relieved," you replied sarcastically, the absurdity of the situation not lost on you as you struggled to come to terms with the unexpected revelations about Duke Rupert's illicit activities.

You ran a hand through your hair in frustration, the enormity of the situation sinking in. "How much is the debt?" you asked, your voice tinged with apprehension.

"8 million pounds," Cedricbreplied solemnly, his tone grave.

Charles made the sign of the cross a gesture of disbelief. "Oh Lord," he murmured under his breath.

"And he wants me to repay the debt when I never took a single cent?" you exclaimed, incredulity coloring your words as you struggled to comprehend the injustice of it all.

"Was he high when he wrote the will? Why me?!!"

Sighing heavily, you turned your gaze towards the imposing manor, its grandeur now overshadowed by the weight of Duke Rupert's debts. "Can I just sell this manor?" you wondered aloud, desperation creeping into your voice.

"It will take months or years, Your Grace. And the debt has to be paid by the end of this month," Cedric explained, punctuated by a sense of urgency.

But before you could act on your impulse, Susan's voice cut through the air, her tone laced with urgency and apprehension. "You can't sell the manor," she interjected, her gaze pleading with you to reconsider.

Confusion flickered in your eyes as you turned to face her, a mix of frustration and resignation bubbling up inside you. "Why not?" you demanded, your voice tinged with exasperation.

Susan's response was swift, her words carrying the weight of years of pent-up frustration and resentment. "If you sell the manor, I would lose my title as a duchess," she explained, her voice quavering with emotion.

The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, stirring up memories of the strained relationship that had defined your interactions with Susan over the years. Her obsession with upholding the image of a perfect duchess had driven a wedge between you, leaving your relationship fraught with tension and resentment.

As you stood there, grappling with the weight of Duke Rupert's debts and the expectations thrust upon you by your title, you couldn't help but feel a sense of bitterness creeping in.

You let out another sigh, resigned to the reality of the situation. "I need a drink," you muttered, the thought of seeking solace in the most potent alcohol near the lake seeming like the only reprieve from the turmoil raging inside you.

As you sat by the lake's tranquil waters, the weight of the situation bearing down on you, regret began to seep into your thoughts like a creeping mist.

Coming back here had seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but now, faced with the reality of Duke Rupert's debts and the burden they placed upon you, you couldn't help but wonder if it had been a mistake.

Taking a sip of your whiskey, you allowed the warmth of the liquid to wash over you, momentarily easing the turmoil in your mind. But even the soothing embrace of alcohol couldn't dispel the unease gnawing at your insides.

Lost in your thoughts, you were startled when a small figure approached, breaking the silence that had settled over the lakeside. You glanced up to see your little stepbrother, Hugo, standing before you with a tentative expression on his face.

"Uh, hi. Hello. I'm your older sister," you greeted awkwardly, the words feeling foreign on your tongue.

Hugo returned your greeting with a shy smile. "Hi, step-bro. Hugo. Ten years old," he introduced himself, his voice soft and uncertain.

An awkward silence hung between you, the gap between your worlds feeling vast and insurmountable. Sensing the tension, you made an effort to bridge the divide.

"You want to walk?" you offered, gesturing towards the path that wound its way around the edge of the lake.

Hugo hesitated for a moment before nodding hesitantly. "Hmm...," he murmured, his eyes brightening with a hint of curiosity as he took a tentative step forward, ready to embark on this uncertain journey with you.

As you and Hugo began to playfully throw stones into the lake, the tension between you gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie born from the simple joy of shared activity.

"So, Hugo, do you know what's happening at the household?" you asked, choosing your words carefully. You had learned in the military that children often possessed an innate honesty that could shed light on complex situations.

Hugo paused in his stone-throwing, considering your question for a moment before responding. "Walls have ears, and the workers always gossip," he replied cryptically, his voice tinged with wisdom beyond his years.

Impressed by his insight, you couldn't help but smile. "Wow," you remarked, genuinely impressed by Hugo's observation. "Do you want to share?" you prompted, curious to hear his perspective on the goings-on within the household.

As Hugo shared his insights, you listened intently, surprised by the depth of understanding hidden behind his youthful facade.

"Charlie doesn't want to take the house because of the debt, and he wants to become a pope," Hugo explained matter-of-factly, his words carrying a weight of resignation.

You responded with a puzzled "Huh?"

"And Charlotte doesn't care since she's going to marry a prince. She doesn't want anything related to Dad's 'creative work.' It will ruin her image."

"Her image? She's marrying a prince?" you interjected, your incredulity evident in your tone.

Hugo regarded you with a knowing look. "You're really ignorant, huh?" he remarked bluntly, his words stinging with a hint of playful teasing.

Feeling a pang of embarrassment at being corrected by a child, you cleared your throat awkwardly. "Hey..." you started, but Hugo continued without missing a beat.

"Sis Charlotte has quite millions of followers on social media," he elaborated, his voice tinged with a hint of admiration. "If her name is connected to weed and family debt—"

"It will ruin her image, and she'll have to pay the penalty," you finished, the implications sinking in as you processed Hugo's words. "Wait, how old are you again?" you asked, feeling a mix of surprise and amusement at the maturity of his observations.

Hugo raised both hands, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Ten," he replied, the innocence of his youth juxtaposed against the weight of the knowledge he carried.

You chuckled softly, taking another sip of your whiskey as you observed Hugo with newfound respect. Children were indeed frighteningly perceptive these days, and you made a mental note to tread carefully around him in the future.

You looked at the lake and sighed again. No wonder Charlie felt relieved upon seeing you. He wouldn't have to worry about these things. If his past caught up with him while pursuing his path to becoming a pope, it would ruin everything for him.

As for Charlotte, nothing ever seems to be enough for her. If her future in-laws from the royal family were to find out about this business, they would likely cancel her marriage.

So it's obvious they were relieved when Rupert chose you as the heir.

As both of you made your way back home, your senses went on high alert as you spotted a black Range Rover parked near the entrance. The sight of the familiar car sent a chill down your spine, and you felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of your stomach.

He's the man who watched Rupert's funeral from afar.

"Hugo, go inside," you instructed quietly, your voice tinged with urgency as you gestured for him to retreat to the safety of the house.

The man who emerged from the car was none other than the same individual you had seen at the funeral. James Barnes, or "Bucky" as he preferred to be called, approached you with a confident stride, his demeanor exuding an air of authority.

"Sorry to disturb your afternoon walk," Bucky began, his voice smooth and polite. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm James Barnes, but you could call me Bucky."

You nodded in acknowledgment, your guard instinctively rising as you braced yourself for whatever news he had come to deliver. "How can I help you, Mr. Barnes?" you inquired, your tone guarded yet polite.

"It's difficult for me to say while you're still grieving," Bucky admitted, his expression sympathetic. "But the former duke owed money to us."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "You see, Mr. Barnes, I just got here two days ago after 15 years," you explained wearily, the weight of Duke Rupert's legacy pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at your revelation, his interest piqued. "Yeah, Rupert mentioned it a couple of times," he remarked casually.

"Did he?" you muttered under your breath, feeling a surge of annoyance at Duke Rupert's apparent penchant for gossip.

"Let's continue this at the office," you suggested tersely, eager to put some distance between yourself and the unsettling presence of James Barnes.

As you stepped into Rupert's office for the first time, a wave of nostalgia washed over you, mingling with the lingering scent of his cigar and the familiar musk that seemed to permeate the room. It was a scent you had grown accustomed to over the years, a reminder of the man who had once occupied this space.

Pouring another whiskey for yourself and a glass for Bucky, you couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy as you reflected on the memories associated with this room. Duke Rupert's presence seemed to linger in every corner, his larger-than-life persona casting a shadow over the space.

Bucky took a moment to savor the whiskey, his expression one of appreciation. "Your step-dad always did have a good collection of alcohol," he remarked, a hint of nostalgia coloring his words as he raised his glass in a silent toast.

You nodded in agreement, acknowledging the truth in his words. Despite the complexities of his character, Duke Rupert had always taken pride in his impressive selection of drinks, a testament to his refined taste and penchant for the finer things in life.

Taking a sip of your drink, you cleared your throat, breaking the heavy silence in the air. "Do you have business with my step-dad?" you asked, your tone cautious as you eyed Bucky across the desk.

Bucky's admission hung heavy in the air as he spoke, his words carrying a weight of responsibility and obligation.

"I lent him my money and I protected him," he explained, his tone tinged with a sense of duty.

"Why? His weed business didn't work out?" you asked, curiosity piqued by the revelation.

Bucky shook his head, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "It was successful. But he had a change of heart and wanted out. And his boss didn't like it. That's where I came in," he elaborated, his expression grave.

"Eight million pounds. Is all because of you?" you queried, the enormity of the debt now beginning to make sense.

Bucky tilted his head, his gaze meeting yours with a solemn intensity. "The price of the damage I got for protecting your step-dad. I gained more enemies," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret.

Setting down your whiskey glass, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. Despite the tangled web of intrigue and deceit surrounding Duke Rupert, at least his involvement in the weed business was not the cause of his debts.

You let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. Options seemed limited, and each path forward appeared fraught with challenges and uncertainties.

Glancing at the bank statements and stock reports spread out on the desk before you, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. Duke Rupert's financial situation was far from ideal, and the prospect of producing eight million pounds seemed increasingly daunting.

Your mother's reluctance to sell the manor only added to the complexity of the situation. Despite the financial burden it represented, the estate held sentimental value for her, serving as a tangible connection to Duke Rupert and the life they had built together.

The twins' indifference to the predicament only further highlighted the sense of isolation you felt in confronting this dilemma alone. But then your thoughts turned to Hugo, the youngest member of the family, and the realization dawned on you that the manor held a special significance for him as well.

Selling off the artwork and alcohol collection was a possibility, but the process would take time, and the prospect of navigating the complexities of the open market and taxation only added to the uncertainty.

With few options left to consider, you knew that your best course of action was to confront the man himself. Despite your reservations, you couldn't ignore the fact that Bucky held the key to unraveling the mystery of Duke Rupert's debts.

As the desire to return to the U.S. gnawed at you, a sense of urgency washed over you, driving you to seek resolution as quickly as possible. But with time ticking away and the weight of responsibility bearing on your shoulders, you knew the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and sacrifices.

You sighed heavily, the weight of the situation settling upon your shoulders. "What options do I have?

Bucky's smile was almost too slick, his finger pointing at you like a loaded gun. "I really like your attitude, Your Grace. Straight to the point," he remarked, his voice smooth as silk.

As he unbuttoned his suit and slid his hands into his pocket pants, a sense of foreboding settled over you like a dark cloud. "I'm also intrigued by your career as an expert in bombs," he continued, his words sending a chill down your spine.

A knot of unease tightened in your stomach as you braced yourself for what was to come. "Go on," you replied tersely, the tension crackling in the air between you.

With a calculated gesture, Bucky brought his hands together, the glint of gold rings catching the light and adding an air of menace to his demeanor. "I will make the debt of 8 million pounds disappear. If you help me," he declared, his tone dripping with promise.

Your heart skipped a beat at the audacity of his offer, the implications of his words sinking in like a lead weight. "What do you want?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on your shoulders.

Bucky hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering with uncertainty before he finally spoke. "I've got more competition after I helped Rupert. Thinking about it gives me headaches. That's where you come in," he explained cryptically, his words laden with hidden meaning.

Raising an eyebrow, you regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The silence stretched between you, thick with tension, until Bucky finally broke it with a chilling revelation. "I want you to create an explosion. To get rid of them," he stated bluntly, his eyes boring into yours with unwavering intensity.

"Fuck!"

Cursing under your breath, you cast a wary glance at the painting of Rupert hanging on the wall. His eyes seemed to bore into you, judging your every move. As an army EOD technician, the thought of making a bomb for a criminal to pay off a debt filled you with a sense of dread.

Regret gnawed at you like a festering wound as you grappled with the weight of the decision before you. Coming back home had seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but now, faced with the reality of the situation, you couldn't help but wish you had never returned.

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Latibule VII

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: Here is a gift. Happy birthday to me :> we are nearing the end of season 1! Tysm for all the support ✨

Masterlist, Latibule VI

“Do you have no sense of self-preservation? Are you suicidal? Are you tired of you life? Or are you just fucking naive?”

You blinked owlishly at his tirade. You almost couldn’t keep up with the onslaught of words he was emphasizing to you, nor were you aware that this man could rap when he was mad. “Excuse me?”

“You’re letting a strange man into our house!” He hissed whilst pointing at the man sitting calmly on the sofa with his legs crossed and the tea cup perfectly balanced on his knee as he watched the two of you bickered like an old couple. To be honest, Kim Seokjin was entertained. Hell, this was the most emotion he saw on Yoongi and he couldn’t wait to tell the rest of their brothers that the fearless and emotionless mafia leader was a wreck because he couldn’t find you.

“And?” You snapped back at him, not seeing why he was this infuriated.

“And?” He scoffed in utter disbelief before stepping near you imposingly, his chest almost touching yours. “And what if he hurts you? What if he’s a bad person? What then?”

“He needs help-“

“And he could be fucking faking it!” He shouted with so much emotion that you could see the veins on his neck protruding. He was still not over the panic he felt when he thought he lost you. He could still feel his fucking heart, which he originally thought was long dead, beat so fast it almost bursted from its cage when you weren’t there. Not even a barrel of a gun could make him panic like that. Not even death could make him as terrified as he was when he thought you left him.

You raised your brows at him before glancing at the man. You were embarrassed that Suga was talking as though the man wasn’t physically there. It was as though he didn’t care if he heard or if he offended anyone. Nope. But you thought that he was being too much. Everyone deserved a chance, right? “Aren’t you being a hypocrite? I didn’t know you then and I still let you in.”

And that made him paused because for all intents and purposes, he was the man you should have never let in. He was the most dangerous man out there. You should have left him to perish that night. You didn’t know him, and yet you saved him. You should have let fate ran its course because now, it was you who couldn’t run.

“…That’s different.”

“How so?!”

“I would never hurt you!”

“Why?!”

“Because you are important to me!”

Well.

Right then and there, as the two of you breathed hard after screaming at each other, silence reined in. All you could hear was that and someone who sounded like he was choking on his tea. You didn’t know what to make of the fact that he just told you, no, he screamed at you, that you were important to him. And you sure as hell could no longer ignore that you felt something for this man.

And it unnerved you.

It displaced you.

It terrified you that the truth was staring right at you with his dark eyes burning with something you were scared to name. It was time to face the music.

You had irrevocably fallen for him.

Yet before you could opened your mouth, he broke eye contact with you and pointed at the man who was watching the two of you with satisfaction in his eyes. “And you, follow me.”

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Kim Seokjin remained smiling as Min Yoongi glared at him with faux hatred. He stood there with his arms crossed in front of him and perhaps, a lesser man would have ran once Yoongi looked at them this way. But not him. For heaven’s sake, he grew up with the mafia leader. He was there when the man just wouldn’t say a word for the whole fucking year until Seokjin was in danger.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

He smiled at him, “I was looking for my cat.”

“What cat?! You hate cats!” He hissed before taking a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm himself. “You know what- don’t answer that. Fuck, who else knows I’m alive?” Yoongi thought that if anyone other than Jimin and Jin knew, then he had to leave this instant. He could not and would not put you in danger’s harm. No. He would paint this whole town red if it meant keeping you safe.

“Only Jimin and I,” Jin answer somberly, his face losing its initial playfulness as he regarded Yoongi. “I know better than to tell the maknaes. They are devastated that you had joined satan and who knows what the three of them would do when they know that you’re still breathing?”

“Namjoon?”

Jin shrugged, “Haven’t seen him much. Probably still busy convincing his secretary not to resign. I mean- seriously, for someone so smart he could be so dense. It’s so obvious that he has feelings for her-“

“Hoseok?”

He paused before racking his brain when he last saw him. The seven of them usually see each other at least weekly. So…what happened to him? “I haven’t spoken to him.”

Yoongi nodded as he turned to look at the house, at what he now considered as his safe haven. The two of them were talking outside and by now, you probably realized that he knew Seokjin. “Good. There’s a mole in our organization, hyung. I cannot trust anyone.”

“I understand,” Jin murmured, following where Yoongi seemed to be looking at. “Yoongi?”

“Yes?”

And then he answered him with a sucker punch.

Seokjin was now brimming with satisfaction and smiling widely as he watched with much content as Yoongi doubled over from the force. He was clutching his stomach as he looked up and sneered at him. “You asshole! And you call yourself a fucking doctor?”

He chuckled before clapping Yoongi’s back. “You deserve it. Don’t ever make me think that you descended to hell and then come back alive, okay?”

And despite Jin choosing the less violent life and becoming a doctor, he remained to still be one of the most dangerous man among the seven. How could he not when he was raised to be the king of the underworld? How could he not when he learned how to kill a man before he could even properly talk? How could he not when he grew up too soon before his body even left his boyhood?

Notwithstanding the fact that he worded it so politely, Yoongi knew enough to decipher that this was not a request. This was an order. See, Seokjin’s face was deceiving. His handsome face, the innocent and playful air he carried, the way he presented himself to the society- they were all a ruse. Kim Seokjin was simply the face of duplicity.

Yoongi glared at him before nodding his head.

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You stared at the two men standing in front of you with so much contrast on their expressions- one was smiling so widely and the other was frowning as though everything was an imposition to him. You didn’t have to specify which was which.

“You found your cat,” you repeated with unbridled disbelief in your tone. Jin nodded his head convincingly while Yoongi looked like he was long done with this conversation.

“So where is the cat?”

“It’s…out there.”

“You’re taking it home, right?”

His lips was tilted to the side as he regarded you. You thought that this man looked as though he knew something you didn’t and it was starting to annoy you. “You know what, I think it’s happier here.”

“You can’t just leave your cat here, mister!”

And he just shrugged at your outburst before throwing his arm around the sulking Suga. “I can when it’s happier here. Anyway! What’s for dinner?”

He sure did make himself at home, you thought as you eyed him ate with gusto. On the other hand, Suga was whining beside you.

“You’re an unwelcome guest in our house. Hurry up and leave.”

“So my cat,” Jin suddenly quipped up, “was the cutest kitten. We grew up together. I grew up handsome and he grew up quite ugly, though.”

Yoongi suddenly banged his fist on the table, creating quite a disturbance. “Excuse me-“

“I still remember when my father brought him home. His…old family was not good. When they died, my father adopted him. I was an only child and then suddenly, I had a brother who never spoke for a whole year until well- my father almost beat me up to death. That cat saved me,” he pondered, his eyes focused on yours. You initially thought that this man looked angelic, yet now that he was looking at you with a familiar, swirling darkness and madness in his eyes, you were almost quite sure that he was not as gentle and good as you perceived him to be. And the way he was telling you his past made it seemed as though you were entering into a world of theirs, one that you couldn’t retreat from.

“I loathed how I was not able to save him from a darker world with my family. I wanted to tell him to leave and run far from my family back then, to leave the worse hell imaginable, but I was too powerless. But I see now that this is a new chance.”

“Stop, hyung-“

“Sit down,” You cut Suga off, pushing him back to his seat with one hand and a glare, to which he complied angrily. You turned to the mysterious man. “What do you mean?”

“What I’m saying is my cat is happier with his new owner. In fact, this is the most content and at peace I have ever seen him. I’m saying that I’m not taking him home.”

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“Why are you making me walk you to your car?!” Yoongi hissed at Jin as the older man dragged him out to where he parked his car.

“Because hyung missed you,” he replied indulgently before throwing his arm around Yoongi’s shoulder. The night in this town was tranquil and quiet, Jin noted. This was so different to where they grew up. In their world, night was when men like Yoongi came alive. In their world, quietness was not synonymous to peace. To them, it was the calm before the storm.

“She’s good for you. Give me a niece or nephew right this instant.”

Yoongi threw his arm away from him as though in disgust, his dark hair falling on his face. He pushed his only hyung away from him. “Are you insane? Doctors like you cannot lose their minds! What brought this on? If you’re craving a child, make one of your own! Or better yet, ask Jungkook! He’s the only one who has a fucking wife among us!”

Jin looked at Yoongi with amusement in his eyes. Between them all, Yoongi was the most unemotionally available person. And really, he didn’t blame him. After all, he suffered from his parents and was given a chance to have a normal family…only that his bastard and useless excuse of a father was the one who adopted the poor Yoongi. It was not unimaginable why Yoongi couldn’t understand the obvious.

“Yoongi, do you know that you look at her like she could say the sky is pink and you would believe her?”

Yoongi scoffed before looking at him as though he was making no sense. “Hyung, are you on drugs? What are you trying to say? The sky is very clearly purple-“

“What the fuck- are you color blind? You know what? Never mind. I always knew there was something very wrong with you. What I was trying to say is that you look at her like she’s everything you could ever want,” he explained quickly, his voice increasing in apparent irritation at Yoongi’s obliviousness. For heaven’s sake, this was the first time he saw him with his demons at peace. This was the first time he saw him with no blood thirst simmering in his eyes.

Yoongi regarded him for a moment too long before opening his mouth to say yet another nonsense. “Hyung, that’s slander. You will hear from my lawyer.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, “I always hear from Kim Namjoon.”

You were ready, you told yourself.

You expected this and you had been preparing yourself for when he finally left you. You weren’t foolish enough to think that he would want to stay when his brother came to get him. You knew despite what that man said, Suga would want to go back to his old life.

Why would he want to stay with you, you thought. You were a liability.

You would soon be a liability.

And now as you stood in the middle of the dark living room, with the sofa he had been sleeping on for months unmade with blanket thrown carelessly on the backrest of the sofa, your heart broke. You had always thought you were already acquainted with loneliness when you whole family perished. You thought you were used with loneliness.

But this was different.

This was a different kind of ache, one that you were sure you would never get over for the rest of your life. You were used to the silence, but heavens, the silence of not having him around was so fucking loud that you could not ignore it despite your best efforts. The space he occupied was too big that not having him here felt like a big gap…like something was clearly missing.

Yet, he returned.

The front door opened quietly, the moonlight seeping from the opened door. You jumped when he called for you, when he called you his angel.

“I-I thought you were leaving,” you confessed as you looked up to him. The shadows made him looked more sinister, and you would have been terrified had you not known him. You would have been scared had you not known how gentle he could be, how playful and soft he could be despite his grumpiness. You would have ran to the hills had you not known how carefully and softly he held your hand everyday as the two of you walked back to your home.

You would have been screaming for help had you not known how he looked at you with fondness in his eyes on mornings where you two sipped your coffee before leaving for work.

His silence, though, was unnerving. He stepped closer to you, so close that you had nowhere else to go but to him.

“Do you wish for me to leave?” He whispered as he caressed your face. He was never religious, but God, please let her say no, he prayed to whoever was willing to listen to him. “Because if you do, I will. I will walk out of that door this instant. You will never have to see or hear from me ever again.”

And he meant it. You were the only one he was willing to follow. You were the only one he would willingly marched to hell for. You were the first and only, he thought. “You only need to say a word and I will follow,” he stated with so much truth that you could do nothing but believe every word he said.

But your thoughts haunted you. You conscience was screaming too loud for you to let him go while you still could, to not subject him to misery with you. He was giving you an out and all the signs told you to let him go.

You should...right?

Right.

Slowly, you stepped back. His hands falling limply on his sides as he watched you took a step farther away from him, and all his demons told him that this was wrong. All his evilness told him that you shouldn't be far from him. But you were his angel. As much as it displaced him to have you far, he had to respect your wish.

Your silence was taken as an answer. Suga nodded his head in understanding as he watched you closed your bedroom door. As soon as you did, you knew you committed the worst mistake in your life. Here was a good thing. Here stood a magical thing that made you feel, and in your cowardice you turned your back on him.

Fuck it, you were exhausted of living as though you were in a borrowed time.

You wanted to truly live. You wanted to truly exist before this all went away.

Without any thought, you opened your door, prepared to run for him should he have left already.

Yet, what you saw was him standing in front of your door as though he was waiting, patiently waiting for you to come back to him. And you did.

“Stay,” you ordered as you clutched his biceps, looking up at his dark eyes, willing for him to see what you already accepted: you loved him.

Suga smiled, resting his forehead on yours. “I will, Angel,” he promised.

And he sealed it with a kiss.

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Season 1, Episode 20 - Dead Man’s Blood

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

The trio are sat inside a diner, Dean looking through the newspaper for any cases while Sam scans the internet for any hits. Y/N is finishing up the last of her pancakes. They're currently staying at Y/N's safehouse in Indiana to save on cash for motel rooms. She's happy she can finally ride Quinn again, having missed her girl for so many months.

"Dude, not a decent lead in all of Indiana. What do you got?" Dean asks Sam, sighing in frustration as he rests the paper down. "Well, I've been scanning Illinois, Kentucky, Ohio " Sam informs them. "Here, a woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived" He reads an article aloud. "Sounds more That's Incredible! than Twilight Zone" Y/N says, sipping her coffee.

"Yeah" Sam sighs. "Hey, you know we uh, we could just keep heading east" Dean suggest. "New York? Upstate? You could stop by and see Sarah again, huh?" He says suggestively to his brother. Sam shakes his head at his brothers need to have him hook up, "She's a cool gal, man. Smoking" Y/N says wolf whistling. Dean nods in agreement.

"You two seem pretty friendly, what do you say?" Dean asks him, Y/N smirks at the thought of Sam and Sarah. She liked Sarah for him, she's fearless, determined and would make a hell of a hunter. Sam chuckles, "Yeah, I don't know. Maybe somebody. But in the meantime, we got a lot of work to do guys. You know that" He puts it simply.

They both sigh, "Yeah, you're right. What else do you got?" Y/N asks Sam. "Uh...Manning Colorado. A local man by the name of Daniel Elkins was found mauled in his home" Sam reads the article aloud. "Elkins? I know that name" Dean says in recognition. "Doesn't ring a bell." Sam says. "Elkins, Elkins, Elkins" Dean mutters to himself.

He pulls out his Dads journal from his bag. "Sounds like the police don't know what to thing. At first they said it was some bear attack, and now they found signs of robbery" Sam explains the report. Y/N looks on as Dean flips through his dads journal. "You think John knew him?" She asks him. "Yeah I think- Holy. Check it out" He turns the journal for Sam and Y/N to see.

Both sat next to each other across from him. Y/N takes the journal as Sam peers over her to read. Written in the journal was, 'D.Elkins' with a Colorado area code. This faces drops, "You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam queries. "It's a Colorado area code." Dean points out. The three share a look. "Check please" Y/N calls out to the waitress to wrap up their meals.

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Manning, Colorado

The Impala and Harley pull up in front of Daniel Elkins house at nightfall, the three young hunters get out and walk up the porch. Y/N kneels down and begins picking the lock as Sam and Dean look out. She pushes the door open after getting it unlocked, the boys following behind with their flashlights. She pulls out her own, shining it in the dark house.

Sam closes the door behind him as Dean and Y/N make their way to the living room that's covered with papers, "Looks like the maid didn't come today" Dean mutters at the state of the room. Sam kneels down when he notices a white dust by the door. Dusting his fingers, he realizes it's salt by the texture.

"Hey, there's salt over here, right inside the door" He calls out to them. Y/N cocks her eyebrow at this as she and Dean sort through some papers on the desk, "You mean like protection-against-demons salt or uh...oops-I-spilled-my-popcorn salt?" She asks. "It's clearly a ring" Sam says. "You think this guys Elkins was a player?" He asks them.

"Definitely" Dean says as he flips through a journal. He shows it to Y/N and her face drops. "That looks a hell of a lot like Dad's" Sam says in shock, peering over their shoulders as Dean flashes his light on the book. "Yeah, except this dates back to the '60s" Y/N points out as he flips through it, pointing to the date written on top.

They look around the house more, stumbling upon a room that's absolutely destroyed. Wood from broken bookshelves scattered on the ground along with glass from windows that were broken in. "What's ever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one" Sam points out. "Looks like he put up a hell of a fight too" Y/N says a bit impressed.

"Yeah" Sam says as they walk into the destroyed room. Dean comes across an empty revolver gun case with 13 slots for bullets. He looks at it curiously as they trifle through the room. Y/N notices some scratches on the flooring, stooping down to get a closer look, she shines her light on it. "You got something, Princess?" Dean asks, stooping next to her.

"I don't know, some scratches on the floor" She tells him. "Death throes, maybe?" Sam suggests. "Yeah, maybe" She sighs, the back of her mind telling her that this isn't right. She reaches onto the table, taking up a blank piece of paper and a pencil from the holder. Resting it down on the floor, she begins to shade the outline of it.

Dean watches on curiously, "Or maybe a message." He says shocked, she hands him the page and he turns it around. Handing it to Sam. "Look familiar?" Dean asks his brother. "Three letters, six digits. The location and combination of a post office box" Sam says in recognition. "It's a Mail Drop" He adds. "Just the way Dad and John does it" Y/N points out.

They follow the trail to the post box, now putting in the combination. Deans eyebrows raise in surprise when it opens, revealing a letter. He takes it out and shows it to Sam and Y/N. Written on it was Y/N's father's initials.

Now back in the Impala, "(father's initials) You think? F/N L/N?" Sam questions from the backseat as Y/N sits in shotgun, the letter in Dean's hand. "I don't know. Should we open it?" She asks the boys. A knocking on the drivers side window scares the living daylights out of them, a familiar man smiling at them, revealed to be Y/N's father. F/N L/N.

"Daddy?" Y/N gasps in shock. He hops in the backseat next to Sam, "Mr. L/N. What are you doing here? Are you alright?" Sam asks him concerned as Y/N stares at him in shock. "Yeah. I'm okay" He says calmly. "Look, I read the news about Daniel. I got here as fast as I could." He explains to them. "Where's dad?" Dean asks him concerned.

"John and I decided it'd be best if only I came since Daniel was a friend of mine and it would be less risky. Can't tell you where he is, sorry" He tells them apologetically, they nod understandably. "I saw you three up at his place" F/N admits to them, their faces drop. "Why didn't you come in, dad?" Y/N finally speaks up. "You know why. Because I had to make sure you weren't followed, by anyone or anything" He states firmly.

"Nice job of covering your tracks, by the way" He commends them. Dean gives a small smile of gratitude, "Yeah, well, we learnt from the best" Dean responds, F/N gives him a proud look. "Wait, so you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?" Y/N asks her father, not convinced that he risked his and John's safety for a man he's never mentioned once.

Her father was a loyal man with strong morals. But this was way too risky. "Yeah, he was...he was a good man. He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting growing up. He thought John how to journal, but you know, I was always a by-the-head type of man" F/N smirks, tapping his temple.

Dean smirks too at his confidence, having learnt to be cocky from the man himself, "Well, you never mentioned him to us" Y/N says suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at her father. "We had a...We had kind of a falling-out. Me and John hadn't seen him in years" F/N says sadly. Y/N feels a bit bad now but not fully convinced, "I should look at that" He says, gesturing to the letter in Deans hand.

Dean hands it to F/N without hesitation. He opens it and begins to read aloud, "If you're reading this, I'm already dead....." His eyes widen slightly when he reads the last part. "That son of a bitch" He mutters. "What is it?" Dean asks him. "He had it the whole time" F/N shakes his head in disappointment. "Dad, what?" Y/N asks him concerned.

"When you searched the place, did you see a gun? An antique, a colt revolver. Did you see it?" He asks the three young hunters. "Uh, there was an old case, but it was empty" Dean tells him about the case he saw. "Jesus, they have it" F/N groans. "You mean whatever killed Elkins?" Sam asks him. "We gotta pick up the trail" F/N says urgently, jumping out of the Impala.

"Wait, you want us to come with you?" Sam asks him. "If Elkins was telling the truth, we gotta find this gun" F/N leans down at the drivers side window. "The gun? Why?" Y/N asks exasperated. "Because it's important, that's why" F/N says firmly. "Daddy, we don't even know what these things are yet" Y/N tries to reason.

"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best: Vampires." F/N states. The three young hunters faces contort in confusion. "Vampires? I thought there was no such thing" Dean says in shock. "You never even mentioned them, Mr. L/N" Sam adds. "I thought they were extinct. John and I thought Elkins and others had wiped them out" F/N admits, looking down sadly.

"We were wrong" He says in a glum tone. "Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them and neither will a stake to the heart. But the blood lust, that parts true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late." F/N gives them the run down of the vampire lore.

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A woman over the radio satellite speaks as F/N listens on, his head buried in his hands. The three young hunters are currently asleep on their respective beds while F/N listens to the satellite for any feedback. "Unit 22, let me confirm. Mile marker 41, abandoned car. You need a work up?" The woman asks. "Copy that. Possible 207. Better get Forensics out here" A man responds.

F/N turns the satellite radio off, picking up his jacket. "Y/N, Sam, Dean. Let's go" He nudges the three kids awake. "Mmhmm" Dean responds sleepily. "I picked up a police call" F/N tells them, putting on his leather jacket. "What happened?" Sam asks him, sleep potent in his voice, as Dean pushes himself from his bed yawning and rubbing his eyes. Y/N doing the same.

"A couple called 911, found a body in the street. Cops got there and everyone was missing. It's vampires" He states. "How do you know?" Y/N questions, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "Just follow me, okay?" He orders, Sam following behind him out the door. Y/N scoffs, rolling her eyes at his authoritative tone. "Vampires. Gets funnier everytime I hear it" Dean scoffs to himself. "Tell me about it" Y/N chuckles in agreement.

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Sam, Dean and Y/N are waiting by their vehicles on the squad car filled stretch, as F/N goes to find out what happened from the police, posing as an officer. "I don't see why we couldn't have gone with him" Y/N scoffs in annoyance. Dean gives her a look of disbelief, "Don't tell me it's starting already" He groans.

"What's starting?" She asks him confused. Looking over at Sam, he gives her a knowing look. She just shakes her head as F/N approaches. "What do you got?" Dean asks him. "It was them, alright. Looks like they're heading west. We have to double back, get around that detour" F/N explains to them.

Y/N narrows her eyes at her father, "How can you be so sure?" She asks pensively. "Y/N" Dean says in a warning tone, her rebellious attitude against her father resurfacing. "I just wanna know if we're going in the right direction" She defends, looking back at her father. "We are" F/N insists.

"How do you know?" She presses. He gives her a look before digging into his jacket pocket, he takes something out and hands it to Dean. He examines it, "It's a...vampire fang" Dean points out. "No fangs, teeth. A second set descends when they attack" F/N tells him, he turns back to his daughter. "Any more questions?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at her, similar to the way she does.

Like father like daughter, Y/N rolls her tongue against her top teeth, her arms crossed against her chest, not bothering to answer, she doesn't look at him. "Alright, let's get out of here, we're losing daylight" He instructs the three young hunters. Y/N moves to hop on her bike, doubling back in shock when her father says this after taking a look at Quinn.

"Hey Y/N, why don't you touch up your bike before you get rust. I wouldn't have given you the damn thing if I thought you were gonna ruin it" F/N says in a shady tone as he walks back to his truck that's parked a little distance from them, his back turnt to them. Her angry gaze snaps in her fathers direction, going to let one rip on him, she takes a step forward.

The boys are in disbelief by F/N's words, they notice her aggression rise at the mention of her beloved bike being tarnished by her fathers words. Dean quickly grabs her from around her waist, holding her back with Sam's help, clamping the palm over his hand over her mouth. "MHMSHSJSMSMHJMHM!" Is all she could muster up as Deans hands covers her mouth and Sam holds her back with all their might.

Damn this girl is stronger than I thought, Dean thinks to himself. "Relax, Princess" He whispers soothingly into her ear, her back pressed against his tshirt clad chest, Sam moves infront of her, holding her in place. "It's not worth it" Sam pleads with her, a look of pity on his face, his hands on her shoulders, knowing those words really hurt her, especially coming from her father.

Y/N relaxes a bit at Deans touch, her mind still swirling with anger. "I'm gonna take my hand off of your mouth, but only if you promise to behave" Dean says firmly. Her gazes snaps back to him, fury in her eyes. The anger radiating off of her lowkey scared Dean, "Please" He pleads, pouting his lip a bit. She huffs in annoyance through his hand, nodding in agreement.

Dean takes his hand off of her mouth as Sam sighs in relief that Y/N didn't tackle him to get to her father. "One more word like that out of him. Not you two" She gestures between the boys, then pointing to the sky, "not even God himself will stop me from giving him a piece of my mind" She grits her teeth at them, pointing angrily in her fathers direction, his back turnt to them, still walking to his truck.

Unaware of all that's happening behind him. Her father jumps into his Sierra, Dean and Sam jump in the Impala, Sam driving this round and she jumps on her Harley. The three vehicles make their way down the stretch.

The two brothers converse as they drive down the stretch, Y/N taking the lead, driving behind her as her father follows behind them. "Vampires nest in groups of 8 to 10. Smaller packs are sent out to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest. The pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks" Dean reads aloud.

"I wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple" He thinks out loud. "That's probably what f/n is thinking" Sam says. "Course it would he nice if he told us what he thinks" Sam adds annoyed, agreeing with Y/N, still mad about what her father said to her. Dean looks over at Sam surprised, "Not you too man" He groans. "What?" Sam asks.

"Man. We've been looking for our dads all year. Now f/n is here and he knows where dad is. We're out with f/n for more than a couple hours and there's static already? Y/N is already on board to give him a piece of her mind" Dean states the obvious.

"If both our dads were here, I'd be scared for MY life because you'd be going head to head with dad and Y/N would be trying not to claw at her fathers eyeballs" Dean huffs in frustration. "No. Look, I'm happy they're okay, alright? I'm happy we're all working together and I miss dad like hell." Sam sighs.

"Well, good" Dean cuts him off. Sam sighs, "It's just, they treat us like we're children." Sam begins, Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Oh, God" He groans. "He barks orders at us, Dean. Dad does the exact same thing. They expect us to follow them without question. They keep us on some crap need-to-know deal" Sam argues defensively.

Right now Sam's the voice for both him and Y/N and he's gonna stand his ground. "They do what they do for a reason" Dean snaps back. "What reason?" Sam asks annoyed. "Our job!" Dean retorts, Sam scoffing. "There's no time to argue. There's no margin for error, alright? It's just the way those old men run things" Dean defends John and F/N.

"Yeah, well maybe that worked when we were kids, but not anymore. Alright? Not after everything me, you and y/n have been through" Sam says. "I mean, are you telling me you're cool with just falling into line, letting f/n run the whole show?" Sam asks ironically, knowing his brother hates the idea deep down.

Dean doesn't answer as Sam gives him a knowing look. "If that's what it takes" Dean says firmly. Sam looks at his brother in disbelief by his answer.

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Hours later, still driving down the stretch. Deans is on the phone with f/n, "Yes, sir. Alright, got it" Dean hangs up the phone. Dialing to call Y/N. "What was that about?" Sam asks. "We gotta pull off at the next exit" Dean tells him. "Why?" Sam asks. "Because f/n thinks we've got the vampires trail" He tells him, putting the phone on speaker.

This isn't gonna end well, Sam thinks to himself. Dean calls Y/N, who answers through her headphones that are jacked in her ear as she drives at a moderate speed down the stretch. "Hey charming" She answers. "Hey, princess. Pull over at the next exit" He tells her through the speaker. "Why?" She asks confused. "Because your dad thinks we've hit the vampires' trail" Dean informs her.

"How?" She grits her teeth angrily, her tone enraged. Deans eyebrows cock at her tone, looking over at Sam nervously. "I don't know. He didn't say" He tells her shakily. The anger gets the best of her, revving her engine. She swerves her bike in a swift motion at a 45 degree angle in the middle of the road. Blocking the Impala and her fathers truck from passing.

Sam's face drops when Y/N does this, putting the car in park. "Ah crap, here we go." Dean mutters as he looks on. She takes off her helmet, resting it down harshly on her bike. The boys quickly get out of the impala. Y/N's chest heaves with fury, marching up to her father, "Y/N!" Her fathers voice bellows. "We need to talk" She says angrily, getting into his face.

"About what?" F/N matches her tone, "About everything!" She exclaims, Dean stands between the two of them as Sam looks on, a worried look on his face. The entire situation reminding him of his own father. "Where are we going, dad? What's the big deal about this gun?" She asks infuriated. "Y/n/n, come on. We can Q&A after we kill all the vampires" Dean pleads, trying to deescalate the situation.

The habit of parting fights between Y/N and F/N and Sam and John was all too familiar. "Dean's right. We don't have time for this" F/N says plainly. "Last time we saw you and John. You two said it was too dangerous to be together." She begins. Dean looks to his brother for help, Sam takes a step forward but Y/N puts her hand up warningly, narrowing her eyes at him before turning back to her father.

Sam puts his hands up in surrender and takes a step back, understanding she needed to let this out. "Now, out of the blue, you need our help! Now obviously something big is going down and we wanna know what!" She angrily rants, demanding to know the truth as her fathers eyes flash with anger, he doesn't allow it to take him over and simply says, "Get back on your bike" In a authoritative tone.

"No" She scoffs. "I said, get back on the damn bike" F/N tone is low, getting up closer in her face. "Yeah, and I said no" She grits her teeth, standing her ground. "Alright, you made your point, warrior princess." Dean puts his hand between the father and daugther who are glaring at each other. "Look, we're all tired. We can talk about this later" Sam finally chimes in, pleadingly.

"Sweetheart, we mean it. Come on" Dean pleads gently, grabbing her by her hand to guide her back to her bike. "This is why I left in the first place" She mutters to Dean, loud enough for her father to hear. "What'd you say?" F/N's tone is deadly, "You heard me" Y/N says harshly, turning back to her father.

"Yeah. You ran away. You left me, Dean and John after Sam went to college. We needed you." F/N spits angrily, getting back into her face. "You ran away, y/n. You ran away!" He yells, tears welling at her eyes. "Stop it, both of you!" Dean yells pleadingly. "Please, let's just go to a motel and get some sleep. We're all tired!" Sam tries to reason, both boys trying to hold Y/N back.

She snatches her hands from their grips, and then pushes her father by his chest. Her heart aching as the memories of the night she left home. "You're the one who said, 'Don't come back if you go out there on your own, don't call, don't text, pretend I'm dead'! You're the one who closed that door, dad! Not me!" She seethes, her voice cracking as she stabs her pointer finger in his chest.

"You were just pissed off, you couldn't control me anymore!" Y/N finally raises her voice, shouting in her fathers face. F/N snatches her by her shirt. A rage takes Dean over at this sight, causing him to step in the way quickly, grabbing Y/N by her waist, pulling her back. "Listen. Stop it. Stop it! That's enough!" Dean yells at them, ripping her out of her fathers angry grip.

Her father doesn't back down but Dean glares at him, keeping Y/N behind him, his eyes shooting daggers. "That means you too" Dean snaps at her father. He's shocked by this, "Excuse me?" F/N gasps in shock glaring at Dean as Y/N marches back to her bike, grabbing her helmet, she restarts her ignition. Dean watches desperately as she snaps her helmet on, her body shaking as she sobs while straddling her bike. The sight of Y/N crying absolutely tearing his heart apart.

Sam goes over to comfort her, he helps her take her helmet off, which she refuses but he pries it away from her. Y/N turns her head away but Sam grabs her by her chin with his fingers to look at him. She looks at Sam with tear-filled eyes, her best friends heart aching at the sight of the woman he calls his little sister in tears. She rests her head against Sam's shoulder as she empties her tear ducts onto his shirt.

"I'm so sorry y/n/n" Sam whispers to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into a his chest. She shakes her head sobbing, "You have nothing to be sorry for Sammy, just hold me" She cries. "He's my father. And I love him so much, but gosh-" She sobs harder, clutching onto his shirt, her strokes her hair, shushing her gently. His chin resting right above her head.

Meanwhile, Sam is prying the helmet from Y/N, Dean turns back to F/N with a pissed off gaze, "All due respect, sir. You nor dad were here for the past year. You guys up and left to find the thing that killed our moms. And trust me I get it" His tone wavers while he points at her father angrily. "But you weren't here when your own daughter was dying!" He snaps, all the color draining from F/N's face.

"She got electrocuted when we were on a hunt. It triggered a massive heart attack. The doctors said she only had weeks to live" Dean explains, his nostril flaring, tears welling up in his eyes at the memories of a sick and dying Y/N, hopeless in that hospital bed.

"Had it not been for me and Sam who hauled her ass against her will cross-country to some faith healer in a damn tent. That beautiful kindhearted daughter of yours, who you don't seem appreciate, wouldn't be here today! By the grace of god, she got healed. When I told her that you didn't bother to call back after I begged for you and dad to come. She was devastated. But Y/N being Y/N, pretended it didn't affect her. But I know, deep down..." Dean points to his heart.

"It struck her right here" He spits angrily. "You.Weren't.There. She has every damn right to be pissed at you right now. So how about we all finish this case, and you can go back into hiding with Dad. How's that?" Dean finishes scoffing, going over Sam and Y/N. Her father stands there stunned at Deans rebuttal, absolutely speechless. His eyes wide with shock. Dean was never a kid to talkback or be disobedient. Her father felt ashamed, guilty, angry at himself that he wasn't there.

Determined to make this right, he does as Dean says, jumping into his truck. He pulls out his pack of cigarettes from his glove compartment, taking out one of the the sticks. He brings it to his lips, flicking his lighter on. He drags from the tobacco filled spliff. Blowing out a shaky breath, the anger slowly leaving his body.

"Hey, hey, heyy" Deans tone is gentle, as he approaches her. Going to the other side of Y/N's bike, she instantly moves from Sam over to Dean, clutching onto him. Dean gives his brother a look that says, 'I've got this'. Sam nods understandably, walking back to the Impala. "I've got you, princess. I've got you" He whispers in her ear comfortingly as she sniffles.

"He loves you, you know?" He tells her gently, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. He noticed the broken guilty look on F/N's face when he went snapped at him about Y/N dying. She chuckles humorlessly, "At this point, I don't know" She shakes her head. "Maybe these obvious daddy issues would make for a good tell-all book one day" She jokes, laughing lightly. Dean shakes his head, smiling at the fact that even in this situation.

Y/N found a way to make a joke and laugh about it with her ray of sunshine ass. His eyes dazzled with admiration at the woman he was so hopelessly in love with, sniffling yet laughing in his arms. "If you add the monster hunting part, people will think you're nuts... but then again. You are" He retorts jokingly.

She punches his shoulder lightly, laughing even more. A genuine smile taking over her face. "There's that gorgeous smile I was missing" Deans tone is adoring, wiping the last tear that was on her cheek away with his thumb. A slight warmth rushes to her face at his comment, her heart skipping a beat.

Her father looks on from his truck as Dean comforts Y/N, a small content smile on his face as he blows the smoke out from the corner of his lips. The fact that Dean lived up to his word, always there for his daughter. Standing up for her even when her back was turnt, he couldn't help but respect it. Respect Dean for it. As much as he was angry right now, it warmed his heart to see her smile even in this daft moment.

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The next morning, they're all outside of the barn that they vampires are hiding out in, hidden in the bushes. "Son of a bitch." Dean mutters in shock as they look on at the vampires walking into the house. "So they're really not afraid of the sun?" He asks F/N. "Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill them is by beheading" F/N explains.

"And yeah, they sleep during the day. Doesn't mean they won't wake up" He adds. "So I guess walking right in is not our best option" Y/N mumbles. "Actually, that's the plan" F/N responds, a smirk on his face. The three young hunters look at him confused.

Dean opens the trunk to the Impala to begin trifling through it for weapons as F/N clicks the remote on his automatic truck panel, a case opening from the rear. Packed filled with all sorts of guns and weapons. Y/N is to the other side of his truck, getting rounds of ammo just in case. "Hey, F/N. I've got an extra machete if you need one" Dean says, showing him the machete.

F/N takes the blade cover revealing a shiny serrated machete with a leather holder off of his own, "I think I'm okay. Thanks" He says dryly. "Wow, nice" Dean responds impressed. "You're really sucking up after going off on him huh?" Sam mutters to his brother, snickering a bit. Dean looks over at Sam shocked, "You heard that?" He asks him. "A little bit, don't worry. Y/N was too busy sobbing to hear you" Sam ensures him, smirking a bit.

Dean glares at him, elbowing his brother in his ribs, making him chuckle a bit more. Sam knew Dean loves Y/N, and he knows Y/N loves Dean. Hearing the snippets of his brother standing up to F/N for not being there for his daughter, after Deans whole life was spent worshipping the ground F/N and John walked on, he was proud of his brother for sticking up for the woman he loved.

Y/N emerges from the side of the truck, stuffing her gun in the back of her pants. "I'll take it" Y/N gestures to the machete. "Sure, here" Dean says, handing it to her. "So....you kids really wanna know about this Colt?" F/N suddenly says. They look over at him, a bit of an awkward tension in the air. "Yes, sir" Sam responds. F/N sighs,

"It's just a story. A legend, really. Well, I thought it was. I never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter" He begins. "Back in 1835, when Haley's Comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a Hunter. A people like us, only on a horseback. The story goes, he made 13 bullets. This hunter. Used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. Until somehow, Daniel hit his hands on it. They say...." F/N trails off, taking a deep breath.

He looks back up at the three young hunters, "They say this gun can kill anything" He finishes. Realization dawns on them, "Kill anything like supernatural anything?" Dean asks F/N. "Like the demon" Sam voices their thoughts. "Yeah, the demon" F/N confirms. "Ever since John picked up its trail....we've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun, we may have it" He finishes.

Sam, Dean and Y/N are speechless. They might actually have a chance at killing the thing that killed their moms. It felt surreal.

They eventually found a back entrance into the barn, they slowly open it, getting in quickly. One by one, they step down from the haystack. Dean closes the door behind them. They creep in slowly to see a bunch of vampires asleep all about. Some in hammocks, some on the ground. At least 10 by the time they counted.

Dean goes to duck underneath one of the hammocks, accidentally knocking down a glass. He jumps, wielding his machete but luckily. The vamp didn't wake up.

F/N walks through the barn and stumbles on a room. Inside was a couple fast asleep, presumably the head vampire and his mate.

Back outside, Y/N discovers an unconscious young woman tied to a pillar in the barn. Blood on her shirt, "Fellas" She whispers to draw Sam and Deans attention to the unconscious woman.

F/N slowly makes his way down the stairs of the couples room, making sure not to wake them. But they begin stirring in their sleep, making him holt in position.

Y/N begins to untie the young woman when a rattling noise in the back draws their attention. "There's more" Dean whispers, getting up, he slowly makes way to check. He comes upon a case with people inside, a deadlock bolting them in. Sam and Y/N untie the girl as Dean takes a hook to unhook the deadlock.

He quickly snaps it out, making a noise. The other vampires stir a bit in their sleeps. Mumbling but not waking up.

F/N sees the Colt on the vampire's nightstand, moving closer and closer to it.

"Hey..." Y/N whispers to the young woman who begins who regain consciousness. "Hey, hey. Shh, we're here to help you" Sam tells her gently, his tone above a whisper. The woman then begins screaming, "NOOO!!!" In an animalistic tone. Awakening everyone, including the vamp leader in the room.

Sam and Y/N back up surprised, wielding their machete. "Sam! Y/N!" Dean yells.

F/N is startled by the growl from outside, the vamp leader waking up to see him there. He grabs F/N and throws him into the wall with inhumane strength. F/N quickly picks up a bottle of scotch that was on the ground and throws it at the window, allowing the sunlight to pour in. The vampires shield themselves in pain.

He runs out of the room in a flash, "Kids! Run!" He instructs the young hunters. They oblige, all running out vampires run after them. When they make it outside in the open by their vehicles, Y/N notices her father isn't outside yet. "Daddy?! Daddy?!" She yells panicked. Her panic subsides when F/N emerges from the house, running back to the vehicles.

"They won't follow. They'll wait till tonight. Once a vampire has gets your scent, it's for life" He tells them. "What the hell do we do now?" Y/N asks him. "You gotta find the nearest funeral home. That's what" He tells them. They look at him confused but oblige, listening to him.

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"They shouldn't be taking this long. I should go help" Y/N says nervously pacing the room. Sam and Dean went to go get blood from the funeral home per her fathers request. Now in the motel room with her dad, the tension is deafening. "They've got it" F/N assures her, dusting the ash into the tray the window as he's smoking.

She doesn't answer, sighing. "Y/n/n..." F/N begins. "Yeah?" She turns to him, holting in her tracks. He pats the empty chair across from him the window, she sighs, taking a seat reluctantly. "You still smoke?" He asks his daughter. "Yes, sir" She responds nodding. He then takes out his pack of Dunhill, offering her one.

She looks at him in confusion. She's never smoked in front of her father but it was a known fact that she did. "Light one up with your old man" He shrugs, offering her a small smile. She sighs, handing him his pack back. Then pulling out her pack from her bag, Dunhill Switch. "I can't smoke that kind." She shakes her pack, nodding to his.

He nods understandably, stuffing it back into his pocket as she bursts the bubble in the bud, lighting her own. "How are you my daughter? I can't smoke that minty shit" He huffs jokingly. "That shit" She points to his plain cigarette. "Is like practically licking the bottom of this ashtray" She points to the ashtray. F/N shakes his head at his daughter snark, chuckling. He then sighs, getting serious.

"I've never told you this...but... the day you were born, you know what I did?" He says to her, dusting his ash out the window. "No" She responds dryly, blowing the smoke out the corner of her mouth. "I put a hundred bucks into a savings account for you. John did the same thing for Sam and Dean after Sam was born. Gave him the idea" He chuckles as Y/N listens intently.

"It was a college fund. And every month, I'd put in another $100 until...." He admits, trailing off, indicating he was talking about when his wife, y/n's mother died. He sighs, "Anyway, my point is, baby, that this was never the life that I wanted for you" F/N tells her. "I was born to do this either way you like it dad" Y/N responds in a gruff tone, taking a drag from her cigarette.

"You gotta understand something...After Mary passed. And then your mother. All I saw was evil. Everywhere. And all I cared about- All me and John cared about was...was keeping you and those boys alive" F/N says genuinely. Y/N feels her heart pang at the mention of her mother, taking another drag. "I wanted you...prepared. Ready." He adds, clearing his throat.

"See, somewhere along the line, I-uh.....I stopped being your father. And I- I became your-...drill sergeant" He admits shamefully. Y/N sighs, dusting the ash into the tray, she studies the stick inbetween her fingers, not daring to look him in the eye. "So when you said that you were tired of me breathing down your neck and you wanted to hunt on your own. All I could think about, my only thought was...that you were gonna be alone...vulnerable" His voice cracks.

Y/N's face drops, guilt taking her over. "Baby, it just— I hated the fact that you and me were so similar because, fuck-" He huffs, chuckling humorlessly. "I'm a hot fucking mess" He chuckles more, tears welling up in his eyes. Y/N chuckles tearfully, a smile breaking out in her face. "You're not a mess, daddy" She assured her father, tears threatening to fall.

"If anything, you thought me how to ground myself. And not let my feelings get in the way of the hunt. Emotionally detach myself and get the job done. And damn- I can handle a gun almost as good as you" She smiles blinking back her tears, her father smiles sadly. "Those feelings wouldn't have anything to do with a certain someone, now would it?" F/N asks her suggestively, cocking his eyebrow.

"Huh?" She asks him confused, taking a drag from her cigarette. "So you aren't sweet on Dean?" F/N puts it bluntly, a slight smirk on his face. Her eyes widen in shock, choking on the smoke in her lungs. "Woah! Easy there champ" F/N laughs at her reaction, patting her daughters back.

"Dad!" She exclaims embarrassed, covering her face that's turning beet red. "I am not sweet on, Dean" She denies it relentlessly afraid of what her father might think if he actually knew that she was hopelessly inlove with Dean. F/N just shrugs, knowing she was full of crap. "Whatever you say, baby" He chuckles, not convinced.

"He sure seems sweet on you" He adds plainly, taking a drag. Her heart was ready to fall out of her chest, "Bullshit" She scoffs shaking her head. He puts his hands up in surrender, "I'm not against it. But you'll always be my baby" He smiles. "I know daddy" She nods, returning the smile. A thought ran across her mind,

"Hey, Dad? Whatever happened to our college funds?" She asks curiously. Her father smirks, "Me and John spent it on ammo" F/N admits. This makes Y/N burst into laughter along with F/N. The two laughing hysterically as the door opens, Sam and Dean walking in. She crushes her bud in the ashtray, the two boys surprised to see the father and daughter duo laughing.

"Well the place didn't burn down, that's a good sign" Sam jokes. "Shut up" Y/N chuckles, rolling her eyes. "Is that a chuckle I hear?" Sam cups his hand to his ear, pretending to be listening. "I think we might be in heaven, Dean" He nudges his brother. Dean smirks. "I think so, Sammy" He responds, snickering. Y/N scoffs, throwing a cushion from the chair at them. "Alright, enough jokes. You boys get it?" F/N asks them.

"Whew. Man, some heavy security to protect a bunch of dead guys" Dean says, a smug smile on his face. He then pulls out a paper bag from his jacket. Handing it to Y/N, she takes it. Opening the bag, she pulls out a jar of blood. F/N grins proudly, flicking his cigarette out the window, she hands it to him. "You know what to do" He says to the three hunters knowingly, resting it down on the window still.

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It's now nightfall again and Dean is currently hunched over the hood of the Impala trying to 'fix' something that went wrong with his engine. "Car trouble?" A woman's voice draws him out of his concentration. He turns around to see a strange woman with a coy smile on her face. "Let me give you a lift, take you back to my face" Kate, the woman, says in a flirtatious tone, walking closer to Dean.

He had to stop himself from cringing from disgust at her tone. A smirk rises on his face, "Nah, I'll pass. I usually draw the line at necrophilia" Dean snarkily retorts, a smug smile on his face. "Ooohh" Kate smirks before backhanding him hard, knocking him off his feet.

Meanwhile, Sam, Y/N and F/N were hiding in the bushes. Concealed by the darkness, they're wielding crossbows and arrows. Her arrow drenched in the blood that the boys got from the funeral home. Y/N chest heaves when the woman backhands Dean. She's ready to shoot her arrow Dean but F/N stops her. "Not yet, there's more where she came from. Give it a second" He whispers to her. Y/N nods obliging.

Dean groans in pain from the punch as two men approach from behind Kate. She then grabs Dean roughly by his face, lifting him off his feet and into the air above her head with inhumane strength. He groans in pain, "I don't normally get this friendly till the second date but..." He comments sarcastically, chuckling painfully.

"You know, we could have some fun" Kate giggles darkly. Lowering him down to her eye level. "I always like to make new friends" She bites her lip seductively before bringing Dean closer to her, attaching her lips to his. Kate moans as they kiss and the two men, who seem to be her accomplices, watch with pleased faces.

Y/N grips onto her crossbow as she watches this, shaking with anger at the sight. Sam and F/N look at her with raised eyebrows when they notice her shaking. "Can I shoot the bitch now?" She grits her teeth angrily. F/N gives Sam a nod, "On three" Sam whispers.

After Kate detaches her lips from Dean, "Ugh, sorry. Don't really stay with a chick that long. Definitely not eternity" Dean counters with snark. That's when the arrows come shooting, Y/N aims immediately for Kate while Sam and F/N shoot at the two men. Kates grip loosens on Dean and he's back on his feet.

"Damn it" Kate groans in annoyance as the three hunters emerge from the bushes. Y/N glaring at Kate with deadly daggers. "Barely even stings" She tells at them cockily. F/N smirks, "Give it time, sweetheart. Arrows soaked in dead man's blood." F/N retorts, Kates dark smile dropping. "It's like poison to you, isn't it?" Y/N clap backs sassily.

A satisfied smile spreads on her face when Kate falls to the ground unconscious. "Load her up. I'll take care of these two" F/N instructs Dean, who picks up an unconscious Kate tosses her in the backseat. F/N then gives Sam and Y/N a nod to head back to the their vehicles. They do so as F/N wields his machete, drawing it back, he decapitates the first vampire in a swift motion. Blood splattering on his jacket before moving onto the next.

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They're all now hiding in the woods. "Toss these on the fire" F/N hands Dean a bag of rags, after making a bonfire. "Saffron, skunks cabbage and trillium. It'll block our scent and hers, until we're ready" He explains to them. They all cough and gag at the strong scent of the rags, "Jesus dad, this stuff stinks" Y/N gags, covering her nose.

"That's the idea. Dust your clothes with the ashes and you stand a chance at not being detected" He instructs them. "You sure they'll come after her?" Sam asks him, gesturing to Kate who's bounded to a tree, moaning in pain from the dead man's blood. "Yeah. Vampires mate for life. She means more to the leader than the gun." F/N informs them.

"But the blood sickness is gonna wear off soon, so you don't have a lot of time" He adds. "Half hour ought to do it" Sam responds. "Then, I want you three out of the area as fast as you can" F/N tells them. "But-" Y/N stutters. "F/N. You can't take care of all of them yourself" Dean warns him.

"I'll get her. And the Colt" F/N nods towards Kate. "But after, we're gonna meet up, right? Use the gun together" Y/N asks him, but he looks down, not answering. "Right?" She asks again, he looks away, still not answering. The boys faces drop. Y/N getting irritated, "You're leaving again, aren't you?" She grits her teeth, shaking her head.

"You and John still wanna go after the demon by yourselves" Y/N adds, trying to not let her anger get the best of her. Her father looks at her with guilt written all over his face, "You know, I don't get you. You get treat us like this" Y/N argues. "Like what?" F/N retorts. "Like children" She counters.

"You are my child. And I know Sam and Dean, you aren't my kids. But I love you boys like my own sons. I'm trying to keep you all safe" F/N defends. Sam and Y/N nostrils flare in anger as Dean rolls his eyes, "Mr. L/N, all due respect again, but uhh that's a bunch of crap" Dean says plainly.

Sam and Y/N's gaze snap to him in shock at his back talk. "Excuse me?" F/N says baffled. "You know what Sammy, Y/N/N and I have been hunting. Hell you and Dad sent us on a few hunting trips yourself. But you can't be worried about keeping us safe" Dean chuckles ironically, no humor in his tone.

"You know, I don't like this tone you're picking up" F/N clenches his jaw, getting up closer to Dean who backs back. Y/N immediately puts herself between the two men. "Oh no. Uh-uh. Not happening." She growls, glaring at her father. F/N sighs, "It's not the same, kids" He huffs.

"Then what is it? Why do you want us out of the big fight?" Dean asks him. "It's because this demon is a bad son of a bitch" F/N says in a sad tone. "I can't make the same moves if I'm worried about keeping you guys alive. Me and John have to face this alone" He adds calmly. "You guys mean you can't be as reckless" Dean calls him out on his bullshit.

"Look..." F/N sighs. "I don't expect to make it out of this fight in one piece" He says honestly, the three young hunters listen intently. He turns to his daughter, "Your mothers death..." He then turns to Sam and Dean, "And your mothers death..." He says softly. "It almost killed me and John. And speaking on his behalf, we can't just watch our children die too, we won't" His voices cracks when he says this.

Tears welling up in his eyes, Y/N could feel her heart breaking at the sound of her father's voice. "What happens if you die? Daddy...what happens if you die and we could've done something about it" Y/N asks him. Her father doesn't answer, looking down. A single tear falling from his eye, down his cheek.

"You know, I've been thinking, I...maybe Sammy and y/n/n are right about this one. We should all do this together. We call dad, get him down here and do this together" Dean insists, Sam and Y/N nodding in agreement. "Our families are stronger together. We just are. And you know it. Both you and Dad know it" Dean tries to reason with him, adamant on the fact.

F/N sighs, looking back up at the three young hunters. "We're running out of time." He says plainly. "You do your job and you get out of the area. That's an order" Deans head drops at F/N's tone, laced with authority to the point he can't argue any further.

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After leaving Sam, Dean and Y/N behind with the order to kill all vampires back at the barn. F/N is driving his truck, Kate in the front seat starts to regain consciousness. He looks over at her with a grim expression. His eyes widen when he notices a pair of headlights in his rearview mirror.

Dean and Y/N creep around the side of the barn. They peep their heads up to see a vampire by the haystack drinking. Dean picks up an empty beer bottle that was disposed of and tosses it across the room, the glass shattering. The vampires ear cock up at the sound, scanning the room for any familiar scents or sounds.

Dean creeps up behind him, the vampire turning around in shock. "Boo" He smirks before drawing back his machete quickly, decapitating the vampire.

Y/N rushes over to the cage with humans the vampires had locked up. "Told you we'd come back" Dean says besides her to the humans, before picking the lock on the cage and ripping it off.

F/N steps on it, driving down the road at nearly 60 miles per hour. He's stunned when he realizes the road is blocked by four vampires and their car. Mashing the brakes, he puts the truck in park. "Get out!" Luther, Kates mate, the vampire pack leader, orders him.

F/N does so, opening his door and steps out of the truck. "Who are you?" Luther asks him. "Name's L/N" He answers dryly. "Where are you friends?" Luther further questions. F/N smirks, "Cleaning out your nest" Luther's cocky smile drops. "Where's Kate?" He grits his teeth at F/N.

"Come here, sweetheart" F/N hauls the rope from the truck that Kates tied up with. Pulling her out, he presses his machete to her neck. Luther is fuming with anger, "Kate, you alright?" He asks his mate. She breathes heavily from the poison, "Dead Man's Blood" She informs him that she was poison.

"You son of a bitch" Luther growls. "I want the Colt, Elkins' gun. A trade" F/N demand. "Is that what this is all about? I mean, you can't shoot us all right. We'll kill you" Luther scoffs cockily. "Oh I don't need it for you. I'm saving it for something else" F/N smirks. "Put the Colt down or she goes first" He orders.

"Alright" Luther obliges, taking the gun out of his pants he walks closer. "Just don't hurt her" He pleads. Resting the gun down on the ground infront of F/N. "Back up" He grits his teeth at Luther. "Further" He adds, Luther puts his hands up in defense, backing up further. F/N bends down slowly to pick the gun up, Kate still in his hands.

He doesn't realize Kate slip out of her bindings when he picks it up to see Luther smirking. "Nice move, you almost made it" Luther says, then suddenly Kate knocks him back, into his truck headlights harshly. The gun slipping from his grip. Luther grabs F/N by his collar and tosses him like a rag doll into his truck door that's still opened.

The glass shattering on impact as he falls to the floor unconscious. Luther moves closer to finish the job but he doesn't make it because an arrow drenched in Dead Man's Blood come flying in the direction of one of the vampires that were Luther's backup. Sam, Dean and Y/N come emerging from the bushes.

Another one of Luther's henchmen try to attack Dean but he shoots him with a arrow, incapacitating him. Y/N goes to shoot Luther but with speed, he knocks her off of her feet before punching Sam who was charging at him. Grabbing him by the collar, he tosses him into F/N's windscreen, shattering on impact. Sam rolls onto the ground, crying out in pain.

Y/N is dazzled by the attack, groaning in pain. Dean runs over after decapitating two other vampires. Kate, Luther and another henchwoman being the last three left. Dean grabs Sam's disguarded machine but Luther picks Y/N up and puts her in a headlock. "Nope. I'll break your bitch's neck. Put the blade down" Luther growls at Dean who holts in position.

Y/N grunts in pain as his grip tightens, Deans heart pounding out of his chest at the sight, "Kill Him!" She barks. Dean just stares at Luther who looks back at him with a deadly smile. Dean reluctantly tosses Sam's machete to the side as Luther glares at him, gripping onto Y/N who grunts. "You people. Why can't you just leave us alone" He huffs angrily.

"We have as much right to live as you do" His grip again tightens around Y/N's throat. "I don't think so" F/N's voice behind him startles Luther. He turns around to be met with an untimely faith of a bullet from the Colt, shot point blank by F/N to save his daughter's life. Luther's grip loosens on Y/N, Dean grabs her quickly, wrapping his arms around her as she gasps for air.

Blood pours from Luther's bullet wound in his head. Almost as if the bullet stunned him. A gush of wind blows back Luther's hair whilst a orangeish light glows from the bullet wound in his forehead. Kate watches as her mate falls to his knees, "Luther!!!!" She screams painfully. The hunters watching on as Luther falls to the ground, now dead.

Kate rushes to attack F/N but her friend holds her back. "Kate, don't!" But Kate breaks out of her grip. F/N goes to shoot but Kates too quick, she knocks the gun out of his hand, backhanding him. This knocks the breath out of him. Sam Dean and Y/N charge at her but it's too late. Kate had already taken up Sams machete that Dean tossed aside, driving in through F/N.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!" Y/N screams painfully, a power surging through her after witnessing her father's body fall to the ground.

Y/N's POV

It all happened so fast. As cliche as it sounds, cliches are what it is for a reason. It was as if everything was in slow motion. One minute my father saved my life from a vampire that was ready to snap my neck like a toothpick. The next....he was bleeding on the ground because he killed someone's mate.

"NOOOOOO!!!!" I scream painfully, power surging through me. That's when a force sent Kate flying into Luther's windscreen. In that moment, I knew it came out of me. Sam and Dean ran over to my father to check on him. All I had was murder in my mind, vengeance against the woman who just drove a machete through his gut.

I picked up my fathers machete that was on the ground, charging at Kates friend. I took her head off in a flash, gritting my teeth as I inch towards Kate who was on the floor infront of Luther's car. "Nonono!! He killed Luther!" She pleads for her life. I glare at her in disgust. My chest fuming with anger. "Fuck you bitch!" I drew my father machete back.

I took her hands first, chopping the off one by one swiftly. The blood from her hands drenching me as they squirt out like water guns. She cries for mercy but I kick her back onto the ground, my boot on her neck. "PLEASE I-" She didn't get to finish her sentence because I had already taken her head off. The machete slips from my grip.

I rush over to my father who's still on the floor, Sam and Dean besides him. They're knelt next to him, holding him up. "It's okay daddy. We'll get you patched up" Tears fall from my eyes when I see the lifeless smile on my fathers face. He shakes his head weakly, this making me sob even more. "You...kids...need t-t-to get...out...of...here. Take the Colt to your father." He breathes heavily. Clutching onto the machete that still in him.

"No! We're not leaving you!" Dean yells, tears falling from his eyes. Dad shakes his head weakly, "Feel my back..." He says to us, grimacing in pain. Sam puts his hand to his back, and then brings it out to show us....blood. The blade when through him. straight through him. "Please, daddy. No! You can't go this way! You can't!" I sob, clutching onto my father.

"It's okay baby. It's my time" He assured me, smiling weakly. I shake my head, refusing to accept it. He then brings his shaky bloody hand to my face slowly. Wiping my tears away, I cry louder at his touch, a lump in my throat forming. "You are so beautiful. You remind me so much of your mother." He says lovingly, tears forming in his eyes. "Just as strong, fearless and hardheaded" He chuckles weakly, I choke back a painful sob.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I will never be able to forgive myself for not being there when you needed me most. God knows my heart, he knows that if I knew you were dying, I'd be there" He sobs, his voice pained. "How do you..." I trail off in shock at the fact that he knew I was electrocuted months back. "That doesn't matter. But I'm here now....and I'm going again" Tears coat all our faces as he continues weakly.

"Please...please don't leave me. I can't do this without you" I cry out for my father, clutching into him. "You'll always be my baby, you can do it. I know you can" He smiles weakly. He then turns to Dean with a tearful smile. "Dean...I admire your dedication to this life. Your bravery, your courage and your determination. You always stepped up and I appreciate that. You're a hell of a hunter and your father is proud of you. I'm proud of you" Dad tells him weakly, Dean chokes a painful sob. "Thank you, sir" Dean cries.

"You take care of my little girl. Look out for her. Do what it takes to protect her, son. That's an order" He says firmly. "Yes, sir. You have my word" Dean sobs, holding onto my fathers right hand. "I know I do" Dad says nodding. "But you hurt her, and I'll haunt your ass, you hear me boy?" He threatens. Dean nods. Dad then turns Sam, "And you...kiss and make up with your old man. He loves you" He says to Sam, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

"Yes, sir" Sam nods firmly, sobbing. "You're a smart kid, Sammy. You tried to get out of this life, I admire that about you. Thank you for being a brother to my daughter" He says gratefully to Sam. "You keep these two knuckleheads grounded before they kill each other. You hear me?" Dad chuckles, gesturing to me and Dean. I shake my head at this sobbing.

The fact that he's joking in a time like this is ironic and familiar. He really is my father. "I will. I promise" Sam promises him. "Y/n/n..." My fathers weak voice croaks, he weakly pulls the machete from his gut, the blood escaping from his wounds through and through. I can't look at it, my vision starts to become blurry.

"I love you, baby" He says weakly. "I love you too, daddy" I sob, staring into my fathers eyes. "It's okay....you can go now" I cry, holding my father in my arms as he takes his last breath. The light that was once in his eyes, now going out. "No...no....NOOOOOOO!!!!" I scream, a power surging through me again.

The scream I let out was ear piercing. The boys who were also sobbing, grimaced, putting their hands over their ears as I continue to scream. It was deafening. I swore I felt the ground beneath me shaking, I was sure it was when the windows from the Impala and my Dads truck that were perfectly fine, shattered. The glass scattering all around us.

When I finally stopped screaming, I was sobbing again. Dean had to pry me away from my father. I was kicking and screaming as Sam held him up, wrapping his arm around Dads shoulder to take his lifeless body to the Impala. I sobbed into his chest, banging at him with my fists. "Let go of me, Dean! LET GO OF ME!!!" I scream but he doesn't let up as Sam opens the backdoor and gently places Dad in the back seat.

Dean was crying just as much as me. He held onto me like if I was the one that was dead.

My father was dead. He was gone. And he wasn't coming back. He died saving my life. He died because I didn't listen to him. He died because of me.

To Be Continued...

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Authors Note: PUT THE PITCHFORKS DOWN!!😭😂I know some people might be happy with her fathers death but me personally, I'm heartbroken. No joke, I cried while writing this. I've been planning this from since the first episode. I hope this doesn't discourage some people from reading. I do hope everyone enjoyed and thank you for supporting me always! Reminder that this chapter is unedited. Till the next 🫶Heres a spoiler that's kind of obvious, John returns😘

Taglist: @hjgdhghoe @rach5ive

Xoxo

#dean winchester #sam winchester #spn #supernatural #dean and sam #dean winchester fanfiction #sam and dean #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #supernatural reader insert #eventual smut #supernatural fandom #supernatural tv show #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #the winchester brothers #supernatural series rewrite #series rewrite

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Masterlist 💗

Last updated: 1/7/2024

Total works posted/scheduled: 20

Hey y'all! Here are all my works. All my works can be read together as one story 👀. Thank you for your likes and reblogs!!

18+ MINORS DNI

I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING REPOSTED WITHOUT MY WRITTEN CONSENT. TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS AND DO NOT STEAL PEOPLE'S WORK.

I will be posting Bob on Wednesdays and Hangman on Sundays the majority of the time so keep an eye out on your favorite below ⬇️ as I will link as soon as anything is posted!

Top Gun Maverick

Bob “Bob” Floyd

Hits Different

Dress

Fearless

Come Back...Be Here

The Archer

Wildest Dreams Pt. 1

Exile Pt. 2

Long Story Short Pt.3

Afterglow Pt. 4 (ending)

Backseat Lovin’

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Wildest Dreams Pt. 1

Exile Pt. 2

Cruel Summer Pt. 3

Illicit Affairs Pt.4

I Can See You Pt. 5

I know Places Pt. 6

Ours Pt. 7 (ending)

Moving Everywhere But On

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Tis the Damn Season

TGM x FNL

Tim Riggins

What Happened In Texas Pt. 1

Didn’t End In Texas Pt.2

Jake Seresin

What Happened In Texas Pt. 1

Will Lead You Back To Texas Pt.2

Outer Range x TGM

Rhett

Cowboy Let Me Take You Away

#top gun maverick #top gun fandom #masterlist

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The Eras (Tour) Masterlist | A One-Shot series

HEY HI HELLO I’M BEING AMBITIOUS AND BECAUSE I’M POSTING THIS I HAVE TO COMMIT TO IT! Okayyyyy sooooooo, I wanted to do a series of one shots (possible two/three parters) based on Taylor’s setlist for the Eras Tour because my mind was working a million miles an hour at Opening Night when I was in that stadium watching her 🧍🏻‍♀️ Originally these were all going to be Steve Harrington x Reader fics but I’m opening it up to Ethan Landry - the other baby girl coded man of my life currently! If you guys want to send an ask with who you want to see with which song (minus the ones I already planned out) from this list you totally can I’m open to suggestions!

Also I skipped two songs - majorie because I feel like it’s too personal of a song to Taylor to write a fic based on it and Lover because everytime I listen to that song I sob thinking about my beloved Luella. OKAY I’M DONE BLABBING NOW MUAH! 😗✌️ Have this moodboard for how y’all will be feeling with a majority of these fics because I’m an angsty babe!

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince - Ethan Landry x Reader ; Steve Harrington x Reader

Cruel Summer - Ethan Landry x Reader

The Man - Steve Harrington x Reader

The Archer - Ethan Landry x Reader

Fearless - Steve Harrington x Reader

You Belong With Me - Steve Harrington x Reader

Love Story - Steve Harrington x Reader

‘tis the damn season - Ethan Landry x Reader

no body, no crime -

willow - Ethan Landry x Reader; Steve Harrington x Reader

champagne problems - Ethan Landry x Reader

tolerate it - Ethan Landry x Reader

… Ready For It? - Ethan Landry x Reader

Delicate - Ethan Landry x Reader

Don’t Blame Me - Ethan Landry x Reader

Look What You Made Me Do - Ethan Landry x Reader

Enchanted - Ethan Landry x Reader; Steve Harrington x Reader

Long Live - Steve Harrington x reader

22 - Steve Harrington x Reader

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - Steve Harrington x Reader

I Knew You Were Trouble

All Too Well - Ethan Landry x Reader

Nothing New -

invisible string - Steve Harrington x Reader

the 1 - Ethan Landry x Reader

betty - Steve Harrington x Reader

august - Steve Harrington x Reader

illicit affairs - Ethan Landry x Reader

my tears ricochet - Ethan Landry x Reader (I have a very specific plot in mind with this one)

cardigan - Ethan Landry x Reader

Style - Steve Harrington x Reader

Blank Space - Steve Harrington x Reader; Ethan Landry x Reader

Shake It Off - Steve Harrington x Reader

Wildest Dreams - Ethan Landry x Reader; Steve Harrington x Reader

Bad Blood - Ethan Landry x Reader

Lavender Haze

Anti-Hero

Midnight Rain

Bejeweled

Vigilante Shit - Ethan Landry x Reader

Mastermind

Karma

Bonus Fics - All the bonus songs Taylor plays from the different nights!

mirrorball - Ethan Landry x Reader

Tim McGraw - Steve Harrington x Reader

this is me trying - Ethan Landry x Reader

State of Grace - Ethan Landry x Reader

Our Song - Steve Harrington x Reader

Snow on the Beach - Ethan Landry x Reader

cowboy like me - Steve Harrington x Reader

White Horse - Ethan Landry x Reader

Sad Beautiful Tragic - Ethan Landry x Reader

Ours - Steve Harrington x Reader

Death By A Thousand Cuts - Ethan Landry x Reader

Clean - Steve Harrington x Reader

Jump Then Fall - Ethan Landry x Reader

The Lucky One - Steve Harrington x Reader

Speak Now - Steve Harrington x Reader

Treacherous - Ethan Landry x Reader

The Great War - Ethan Landry x Reader

You’re on Your Own, Kid - Steve Harrington x Reader - with hints of platonic!Eddie Munson x Reader and platonic!Robin Buckley x Reader

mad woman - Steve Harrington x Reader (i know this would probably fit the scream universe better but i wanna challenge myself)

Mean - Ethan Landry x Reader (trust the process)

Wonderland - Ethan Landry x Reader

You’re Not Sorry

A Place in this World

Today Was A Fairytale

Begin Again

Cold As You

The Other Side of the Door

Coney Island

High Infidelity

Gorgeous

I Bet You Think About Me

How You Get the Girl

Sparks Fly

Teardrops on my Guitar

Out of the Woods

Fifteen

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve

Mine

gold rush

Come Back… Be Here

Forever & Always

This Love

Hey Stephen - Steve Harrington x Reader

Should’ve Said No

Better Man

Question…?

Invisible

I Think He Knows

Red

Getaway Car

Maroon

Holy Ground

False God

Welcome to New York

I Wish You Would

the lakes

You All Over Me

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

Hits Different

The Moment I Knew

Haunted

I Almost Do

All You Had to Do Was Stay

Breathe

Mr. Perfectly Fine

The Last Time

seven

The Story of Us

Paper Rings

If This Was A Movie

Dear John

Daylight

I’m Only Me When I’m With You

evermore

ivy

* I Miss You, I’m Sorry

Call It What You Want

#Ethan Landry x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader #I MIGHT ADD MORE MEN AND WOMEN WHO KNOWS I MIGHT DO SOME ROBIN FICS BESTIES!

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Miscellaneous Masterlist

A masterlist of any show/movie/project with less than four fics and only one character written about. This includes shows like 9-1-1, The Umbrella Academy, and The Rookie.

Navigation Guide

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9-1-1:

Evan “Buck” Buckley:

I’m Sorry… I’m a What

I Think It's Time You Marry Me

Adam [2009]:

Adam Raki:

Safe Place

Rambling

Freckles and Constellations

You're the Right Person, so It's the Right Time

The Bear:

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto:

Welcome Home

Interrogation

Kindness

The Blacklist:

Donald Ressler:

Soft

Well Earned

Too Cold

This Is Not a Hospital

Threats

Ability

Day Off

Drinks

Aftermath

Of Course

Blood & Chocolate (2007):

Aiden Galvin:

Harsh Reality

It's Got Me Planning for the Future and Worrying About the Past

Bodyguard:

David Budd:

Christmas and New Years

I Stumbled in at the Wrong Time (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Bones:

Lance Sweets:

Nervous

And All of the Nights Will Lead into the Night with Me

Charlie Countryman:

Nigel:

Theoretical

Letting Go

I Would’ve Stayed till Death Took Me Out but Then You Fucked Up and Gave Me the Gun

Confessions of a Shopaholic:

Luke Brandon:

Denial

Death Stranding:

Sam Porter Bridges:

Resting

Realignment

Downton Abbey: A New Era:

Jack Barber:

The Look

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves:

Xenk Yendar:

Cruel Trick of Fate

Ella Enchanted:

Prince Charmont:

I Need to Save the Best for Last, I'm Serious

You Brought Heaven Down to Right Where I Stood

Five Nights at Freddy's [Movie]:

Mike Schmidt:

Babysitting

Gilmore Girls:

Dean Forester:

Fearless

Jess Mariano:

Quizzing

Good Omens:

Aziraphale & Crowley:

The Angel, The Demon, and the University Student They "Adopted"

Crowley:

When a Demon Stumbles onto the Doorstep of a Bookshop

Gossip Girl [2021]:

Max Wolfe:

No Other Expectations

Insecurities & Loose Lips

Parties & Stubbornness

Haven:

Duke Crocker:

Touch

House M.D:

Dr. James Wilson:

I Don’t Know What I Was Expecting

Commitment

Dr. Robert Chase:

Waste of Time

Ibiza: Love Drunk:

Leo West:

I Don’t Really Care About That

I Came By:

Toby Nealey:

Coming Back for You

The Invitation:

Walt Deville:

Lovely Night

Freedom [Part 2: The Right Choice] [Part 3: The Perfect Eternity]

Roses

Killing Eve:

Villanelle:

Calm Down

Kingsman Franchise:

Gary “Eggsy” Unwin:

New Year’s Kiss

Fights

I'm Wrong, Right?

Mission

Knives Out Franchise:

Benoit Blanc:

Christmas Day

The Last of Us:

Joel Miller:

Human Connection

Is It Insensitive for Me to Say Get Your Shit Together, So I Can Love You?

Fine

There's So Much I Wanna Tell You, But I Don't Know If It'll Fit

Tests

MacGyver (2016):

Angus MacGyver:

Field Work

The Collection of Failed Date Nights

The Mandalorian:

Din Djarin:

I Thought We Were…

Mr. Robot:

Elliot Alderson:

Who Have You Been Talking To?

The Path:

Cal Roberts:

Supportive

Three Things

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby:

Shock

Polar:

Duncan Vizla:

Stupid Mistakes

Prodigal Son:

Malcolm Bright:

An Extra Dose of Chaos (Criminal Minds Crossover)

Snow On Valentines Day

I’m Not a Party Kind of Person

Roar (Apple TV):

Bobby Bronson:

Drunk Mess

Robin Hood (2018):

Robin of Loxley:

Knock It Off

The Rookie:

Tim Bradford:

The Worst Day

Schitt’s Creek:

David Rose:

Dammit

New Adventures

Stevie Budd:

Helping Hand

Scream (TV Series):

Tom Martin (from season 2, episode 13):

Alive

Sweetbitter:

Jake:

Wanted

A Kind Act

But You’re Not Allowed, She’s Got You Under Lock and Chain

Uncomfortable Questions

Sick Day

Redefining Affection

No Big Deal (I Love You)

Utopia:

Thomas Christie:

How Much Did You Know?

Wolfblood:

Rhydian Morris:

NASA

Protective By Nature

#fanfiction #imagine #x reader #masterlist

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GJ and ZZH Updates — October 30-November 5

<<< previous week || all posts || following week >>>

This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

10-30 → MarrsGreen posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. The caption includes, “the starlight is gorgeous.”

→ VogueFilm posted their interview with Gong Jun discussing “Hello, Hello”. During one part, he said, “I have never forgotten my original intentions.” [full translation]

→ 361° put up a shoe listing on their Taobao using a model who looks strikingly similar to Zhang Zhehan. There’s even one photo where he’s wearing a bucket hat. Photos: [1] [2] Fan Observation: Many think it’s likely shade towards the Instagram, in a sort of “look, we can find a lookalike too” way. Instagram believers were pissed about it.

→ Addition 11-08: The Roving Inspection Team Weibo account was unmuted after six months. It reposted something by Peng Lihu a few days later, unfortunately confirming suspicions that he is the one behind it.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

10-31 → Gong Jun posted a promotional video for LockNLock, later reposted by LockNLock.

→ MarrsGreen posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ Tangle Teezer posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun posted the music video for his new song More Youthful With Ideal. Caption: “The ideal guides our direction, soar bravely together, and let the youth ignite!” His studio reposted it with the added caption, “Fearless to pursue dreams and work hard to move forward without fear of challenges and never forget the original intention. Listen to boss @ Gong Jun Simon use his singing to convey strength, live up to the youth and live up to the times!”

→ Kangshifu posted three photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ Lexus unfollowed both the super3 Instagram and the brand’s Instagram.

→ Gong Jun reposted a trailer from Qiao Xin, his co-star from Dream Garden, for her new drama Winter Night. His added caption: “I heard that Zheng Daqian is going to start ‘making big money’ tonight?”

→ Seven government departments put out a request for opinions about increasing regulation on stars and their sponsors, including preventing immoral artists from being spokespersons. CAPA responded in favour. A reminder that Zhang Zhehan has only been called an immoral artist by CAPA, not any government agencies.

→ Fox Spirit Matchmaker officially wrapped filming, though a few modern scenes still had yet to be filmed.

→ Colgate posted a video of behind the scenes footage from a commercial featuring Gong Jun. They later posted three photo ads in quick succession. [1] [2] [3]

→ LockNLock posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted a photo ad featuring Gon Jun.

→ The Instagram posted a photo of a man in a Batman mask.

11-01 → Gong Jun’s studio posted his schedule for the month: brand livestreams on 11-01 and 11-02, birthday on 11-29. Caption: “In late autumn, in the traces of winter, boss @ Gong Jun Simon's November itinerary has arrived. Special reminder: add clothes in season, pay attention to keep warm!” [quoted translation] BGM is What Other Heart by Mac DeMarco.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted the photos used in the schedule video. Caption: “It’s here it’s here” Fan Observations: - These were taken on the day of the Hogan livestream. - He’s doing the Tenet hand gesture in them. - This is the third post in a month by him or his studio to use the caption “来了来了”.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad promoting the livestream held later that day.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted four photos of him taking selfies. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Hello dear passengers, the #Gong Jun's very wonderful November# time train has officially departed and arrived at the first station ahead. 「Train conductor @ Gong Jun Simon raised his mobile phone with one hand and put the other in his pocket coolly, quickly getting a super handsome selfie」, all passengers, please take a seat and hold on, the next stop is about to arrive at _______.” Fan Observation: These photos are possibly from 2021. Case in point: - The shirt he’s wearing has the text “Come and try our tunnel of love, tickets for two” on the back. He previously wore it on 2021-07-28; on the same day, Zhang Zhehan’s ads for Lanvin Qixi products were teased. - The red phone case looks to be the one he used last year. All photos from this year where his phone is visible either have a clear case or none at all.

→ 361° posted a teaser video for an upcoming samoyed themed collection in partnership with Gong Jun.

→ L’Oreal posted a photo ad for their livestream with Gong Jun later that day.

→ Gong Jun posted the same photo ad for the L’Oreal livestream. (14:20, 520 (”love you”) kadian) Caption: “I heard that I can't hide my identity as a soul painter. Let's take an art class with you on Double Eleven! Search L'Oreal's official flagship store, see my wonderful brushwork, and transform into a lot of surprises and gifts!” Fan Observation: A reach with kadians: the two earliest posts by his studio were at 10:00 and 10:30 → 1+1+3=5 → 51129 520 for these four posts altogether.

→ Gong Jun appeared in a livestream for L’Oreal. [full recording (no subs)] [summary with clips] - He said there’s a surprise for his birthday month. - There was the suggestion of doing a giveaway for a drawing Gong Jun did, but the producer disallowed it because it would mean having to read the winner’s username aloud. Gong Jun briefly tried to insist they should. (Context: There was an incident on 2021-06-10 (also a L’Oreal livestream lol) where someone with the username “Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan’s fan” won a giveaway; Gong Jun insisted that the host read it properly after she skipped over Zhang Zhehan’s name. [clip] Later during the same livestream, the producer had them stop reading winner’s names after multiple ones with CPF terms were read, and Gong Jun was visibly annoyed for a few minutes.) - At the end, he thanked “fans and friends”. Fan Observation: The glasses that he made a point of putting on at the start look quite similar to ones Zhang Zhehan wore on 2021-07-29.

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun promoting their livestream the following day.

→ Gong Jun appeared in a livestream for Colgate. At the end, he thanked “my fans, [and] my junweixians”. [full recording (no subs)] [summary with clips] Fan Observations: A joke he told was previously mentioned by the host of one of Zhang Zhehan’s livestreams on 2021-06-20.

11-02 → CAPA bought the hotsearch #CAPA reminds entertainers to regulate their endorsement behaviour#, putting it at #12 under the entertainment hotsearch.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun posted a commercial teasing the new product line with 361°. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Life goes on and on, and love has traces to follow. Let go of the fatigue of life and liberate yourself in nature! If you love it, let's go wild together!”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted three photos of him in recording booths. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Dear Passengers, the #Gong Jun's very wonderful November# time train has now arrived at the 2nd station 「On the way to the music, the train conductor @ Gong Jun Simon had many friendly exchanges with his microphone, brave and firm」, all passengers, please sit tight and hold on, the station ahead is _______.” Fan Observations: The center photo was taken at the same time as an almost identical one he posted on 2021-11-24. Caption for that was “Your little ears have ‘ear blessings’ again! [six husky emojis]”.

→ 361° posted the same commercial, also announcing a livestream on 11-10 (19:30). Caption: “Go to love with 361° global brand spokesperson @ Gong Jun Simon, meet a better version of yourself. Life goes on and on, love has traces to follow.” They also changed their Weibo header to a promotional photo for the new line.

→ MUJOSH posted the glasses that Gong Jun wore for the L’Oreal livestream. Caption: “Heard that you were all looking for these glasses after watching the live broadcast?”

→ Possible hexagon ring sighting in his breast pocket in paparazzi photos of him going to the venue.

→ 361° posted two photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun appeared in a livestream for Hsu Fu Chi. The vast majority of people watching were junweixian, very few CPFs. [full recording (no subs)] [summary with clips] (Context: Hsu Fu Chi endorsed Zhang Zhehan prior to 813, but were the most ruthless of his brands in the termination of their endorsement during 813 and in the months following. Gong Jun was already contracted to endorse them next, but has only done the bare minimum as their spokesperson, on two occassions blatantly leaving them out when mentioning his endorsements. If you look at photo ads, you may have noticed they’ve been using the same photos of him all year.) - He drew a Tangle Teezer during a drawing segment, and he also at one point mentioned BEAST. - He ate some of the chewy candy while the host was talking and when the host asked him if he needed a drink, he stepped off camera for a moment, grabbed his LockNLock thermos, and drank from it for a solid five seconds on camera. [clip] Usually if a spokesperson needs a drink during a livestream, they’re given an unmarked paper cup. - Otherwise, he was very professional and positive. - He sang a few lines from Bitter Gourd by Eason Chan, saying he’s been listening to it a lot recently. When the song is shared on QQ Music, a (different) AMV of Kimi no Na wa plays. Just in case we missed it last week, I guess.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a douyin of behind the scenes footage from a photoshoot that day. BGM is 隆里电丝 by 盛宇DamnShine. [lyrics] Fan Observation: The song includes a spoken part at the beginning with the lines, “Some people will become your friends / or your soulmate (知己). / Some people will fight with you to the end / as long as you’re happy (开心就好).”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted nine photos of him from the photoshoot. Caption: “Blue and white interlaced black and white, walking through the moving night. Capture today's boss @ Gong Jun Simon's ‘R&B style’~”

11-03 → Yu Zheng, the producer Zhang Zhehan worked under until 2018, responded to an anti asking about the drama Zhao Ge never being released. Yu Zheng blamed Zhang Zhehan for it, saying that it caused him to lose money and he can’t edit Zhang Zhehan’s face out with AI due to the cost. The drama filmed in 2017 and never aired because the script that Yu Zheng wrote himseld didn’t pass censorship, it had nothing to do with Zhang Zhehan. By the way, Yu Zheng has had multiple plagarism and defamation lawsuits filed against him, and filming Zhao Ge was the reason Zhang Zhehan’s knee didn’t heal properly.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a photo of him petting a samoyed, taken on the same day (estimated to be early to mid June) as photos he posted posted on 10-04 from his trip while filming Guardian of the Alpine Plants. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Dear passengers, the #Gong Jun’s very wonderful November# time train has arrived at the 3rd station 「The train conductor @ Gong Jun Simon wants to take a photo with Xiugou, but he [the dog] just wanted to find a toy ball, and left without turning back」, all passengers, please sit tight and hold on, the station ahead is _______.”

→ Tangle Teezer posted two photo ads featuring Gong Jun. (1129 kadian)

→ Colgate posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ The host from the L’Oreal livestream posted six photos of himself and Gong Jun.

→ The final filming for Fox Spirit Matchmaker was completed. Fan Observation: The child actor present for the filming is the same one who played Zhen Yan in Word of Honor.

→ 361° posted three photo ads [here] [here] and [here] featuring Gong Jun with a samoyed.

→ Kangshifu posted three photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

11-04 → Gong Jun’s studio posted three photos of him from the filming of the Louis Vuitton watch commercial released on 01-15. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Dear passengers, the #Gong Jun's very wonderful November# time train has now arrived at the 4th station 「The monitor recorded the train conductor @ Gong Jun Simon under the sunset, while waiting for the signal light, the elongated figure is also lost in thought」, all passengers, please sit tight and hold on. The station ahead is _______.”

→ Kangshifu posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ 361° posted a short Q&A video with Gong Jun. [subbed video]

11-05 → Gong Jun’s studio posted a photo from the L’OFFICIEL shoot released on 05-23. (1129 kadian, 51129 with the date) Caption: “Dear passengers, the #Gong Jun's very wonderful November# The time train has now arrived at the 5th station 「a three-dimensional sketch portrait of the conductor @ Gong Jun Simon, relaxed and powerful」, all passengers please sit tight and hold on, the station ahead is _______.” Fan Observation: The published photo most similar to this one was on page 115 of the magazine.

→ The Instagram posted nine photos of “Zhang Zhehan” with white hair in front of a windmill. Addition 11-08: [Here] is a debunk on these.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The Instagram posted six more photos of “Zhang Zhehan”.

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#Looks like we're going to be very well fed this month #Zhang Zhehan #Gong Jun #Word of Honor #woh cast #lld timeline

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sanjoongie · 8 months

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Revember Masterlist

In which Topaz celebrates Scorpio season with a dish best served cold: Revenge

Dish #1~ Revenge for @mejuii (Nov.12) A fool in love {The Boyz} ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆Summary: Juyeon is in love with you, his stylist, who degrades him at any chance she can get. But little did you know… all he wants you to do is order him around

Dish #2~ Revenge for @downtoamagicalland (Nov.16) Collar and Leash {Seventeen, The8} ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆Summary: when you become the concubine for the emperor, knowing it’ll hurt your love, knowing that it’ll save him, you didn’t realize how much power the emperor would have over your body

Dish #3~ Revenge for @smallfrye (Nov.21) Fearless Chaos {Ateez, Wooyoung} ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆Summary: You purchase a one way ticket across the Atlantic ocean on a refitted ship to flee the ghosts of your past, only to encounter a new ghost, one who isn’t looking to torture you but give you pleasure Bonus Dish~ Revenge for @anyamaris (Dec.2) Megaverse {Stray Kids, Felix} ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆Summary: Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to ‘distract’ this vigilante until the special forces can finally arrest him. Or will he distract you?!

#revember=revenge+november #topaz's work #ღatz #topaz's masterlists

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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↳ ❝ [caramel cappuccino] ¡!❞

『 ↳✧･ﾟjuly 1st ; fearless masterlist & season 1 masterlist

🌷 Abigail Barlowe's dream is finally coming true: she gets to join the Intelligence Unit. However, her own past continues to haunt her and her new crush on the sergeant is also causing a huge amount of confusion.

↳ ❝ [latte macchiato] ¡!❞

『 ↳✧･ﾟ july 2nd ; fearless season 1 episode 1

🌷 Abigail Barlowe and her patrol partner Tyrell Johnston uncover an interesting drug bust and sergeant Hank Voight asks her to help Intelligence out.

↳ ❝ [iced americano] ¡!❞

『 ↳✧･ﾟ july 3rd ; your dog ate my sandwich pt. 2 (hank voight x fem!reader)

🌷 Bea the Bassett Hound listens very well to someone other than her initial owner.

↳ ❝ [flat white] ¡!❞

『 ↳✧･ﾟ july 4rd ; badge of honor (kevin atwater x fem!reader)

🌷 Kevin Atwater loses his badge, however a very unexpected someone brings it to the station.

↳ ❝ [cafe au lait] ¡!❞

『 ↳✧･ﾟ july 5th ; confession pt. 3 (henry cavill x fem!reader)

🌷 Henry discovers something he really did not see coming.

↳ ❝ [affogato] ¡!❞

『 ↳✧･ﾟ july 6th ; fearless season 1 episode 2

🌷 A serial killer is terrorizing Chicago and one math class back in the past, causes Abigail to help to solve the case

↳ ❝ [irish coffee] ¡!❞

『 ↳✧･ﾟ july 7th ; interesting purchase (august walker x fem!reader)

🌷 August Walker makes an interesting purchase: a fucking machine.

#hank voight #hank voight fanfiction #chicago pd #hank voight x reader #kevin atwater #kevin atwater drabble #kevin atwater x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill drabble #henry cavill x reader #august walker drabble #august walker x reader #august walker #august walker smut #keanureevesisbae posting schedule

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starryeyes2000 · 2 years

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Episode 2: Whose Life Is Dearer – Part 5

SNW Season One Additional Scenes - CALU

Read on AO3 or FFN

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Fem!OC (Aalin)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Strange New Words additional scenes in the Chris/Aalin universe. There will be a companion series for those preferring additional scenes without an established original character.

This series contains spoilers for Strange New Worlds Season 1. Each chapter title will be prefaced with the episode number.

Excerpt: “Aren’t you … oh I don’t know … oversharing?” Uhura queried.

Resting her feet on the coffee table, Ortegas mused with beverage glass resting in her hand, “Too bad our fearless leader isn’t a cigar man.” She then replied, “Starship crews are essentially one big family replete with crazy aunt and cantankerous uncle. But we’ll introduce you to them another day.” A pause. “And Nyota, there is a sacred rule. We never share privacies off ship. Especially concerning senior officers, one in particular. Capeesh?”

Continue reading on AO3 or FFN

Story Masterlist

Series Masterlist | OC Masterlist | Author Masterlist

Taglist: @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciation @sithy-tricks

#Christopher Pike #Christopher Pike x OC #Captain Pike #Captain Pike x OC #Star Trek #Star Trek: Discovery #Star Trek: Strange New Worlds #strange new worlds #star trek fanfic #snw #fanfiction #star trek strange new worlds #fanfic #ocfanfic #ocfanfiction #christopher pike fanfic #Star Trek Discovery #Star Trek Strange New Worlds #anson mount

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nhlclover · 1 year

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 + 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑

— welcome to my masterlist! here you’ll find the list of players i write for, as well as any works written for them. if you would like to request a piece, please check out my rules tab before doing so. hope you enjoy!

❁ = fluff ✩ = angst ♡︎ = suggestive

NHL

trevor zegras

the moment i knew ✩

new year's eve ❁

textbook ♡︎

off day ❁

fearless ❁

not over you ❁

atlas ✩

uh oh ♡︎

adam fantilli

i think he knows ♡︎

breaking the rule ✩

cole caufield

lean on me ✩

baby proof ❁

dance with me ♡︎

enchanted ❁

hey stephen ❁

‘it couple’ ❁

arber xhekaj

one last kiss ❁

stay, stay, stay ✩

the last time ✩

bruised ✩

jack hughes

hurricane ♡︎

you were right ✩

football ❁

skinny dipping ♡︎

hawaii ❁

i can see you ♡︎

the story of us ✩❁

tear in my heart ❁

luke hughes

hits different ✩

tis the damn season ❁

she's not afraid ✩

crush(ed) ✩

love lost ✩

jamie drysdale

after ♡︎

sun to me ❁

baby names ❁

matthew knies

fallin’ all in you ♡︎

concussion protocol ❁

battlefield ✩

quinn hughes

betty ✩

just give me a reason ✩

goodnight n go ✩

matt boldy

belong to you ✩ ♡︎

will smith

i don't even know your name ❁

you should probably leave ✩♡︎

kirby dach

je t'aime ❁

COLLEGE

rutger mcgroarty

AU: sparks fly!

jealousy ✩

drunken ❁

i wish you would ✩

fight club ✩

tensions ✩

so american ❁

mark estapa

wish you were sober pt.1 ✩

wish you were sober pt.2 ✩

ryan leonard

into you ✩ ♡︎

surprise! ✩

gabe perreault

how you get the girl ✩

i feel you like the rain ❁

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jobazzle · 3 years

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Song Sorters Masterlist

these aren't able to be viewed easily on the tumblr app so i made this list so there's an easier way to find them when using the app!!! (and just a psa about the song sorters: if you pick ‘i like both’ or ‘no opinion’ the algorithm will make it so there are ties in your ranking and the numbering will “look weird”…as in if you have three songs tied for 1st place the numbering will then go to 4th instead of ranking a 2nd and 3rd spot and so forth. i see ppl sharing the song sorters on twitter and being confused by the numbering in their results lol so that is why!) If you're having trouble with the hyperlinks in this list, just copy the link and paste it into whatever web browser you have on your phone. Also, Tumblr only allows 100 links in a single post, so if the song sorter you're looking for isn't on this masterlist, click this link to check my other one!

Harry Styles Harry's House Every Harry Styles Song

Maisie Peters You Signed Up For This The Good Witch Every Maisie Peters Song

Niall Horan Flicker Heartbreak Weather The Show Every Niall Horan Song

Olivia Rodrigo SOUR GUTS Unreleased Songs Every Olivia Rodrigo Song

Conan Gray Superache Found Heaven

BLACKPINK Every BLACKPINK Song

Little Mix Glory Days LM5 Confetti Every Little Mix Song

Beyoncé RENAISSANCE COWBOY CARTER Every Beyoncé Song

Gracie Abrams minor This Is What It Feels Like Good Riddance Every Gracie Abrams Song

Taylor Swift Taylor Swift Fearless (Taylor's Version) Speak Now (Taylor's Version) Red (Taylor's Version) 1989 (Taylor's Version) reputation Lover folklore evermore Midnights The Tortured Poets Department + The Anthology | TTPD | The Anthology Every Taylor Swift Song The Eras Tour Setlist The Eras Tour Surprise Songs

Nina Nesbitt The Sun Will Come Up, The Seasons Will Change Älskar

One Direction Up All Night Take Me Home Midnight Memories FOUR Made In The A.M. Every 1D Song

Louis Tomlinson Walls Faith In The Future Every Louis Tomlinson Song

5 Seconds of Summer Sounds Good Feels Good 5SOS5 Every 5SOS Song

Lizzy McAlpine Give Me A Minute five seconds flat

Chappell Roan The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess

Reneé Rapp Everything To Everyone Snow Angel Every Reneé Rapp Song

Noah Kahan Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever)

Hozier Unreal Unearth

Laufey Everything I Know About Love

boygenius Every boygenius Song

Paramore Brand New Eyes

Mitski Be the Cowboy Laurel Hell The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We

Ariana Grande thank u, next positions eternal sunshine Every Ariana Grande Song

Troye Sivan Something To Give Each Other Every Troye Sivan Song

Sabrina Carpenter Singular Act I Singular Act II emails i can't send

Maggie Lindemann PARANOIA SUCKERPUNCH

TV Shows Heartstopper Season 1

Movies Barbie: The Album Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse

also!!! i recently made a Character Sorters Masterlist if you're looking for that (sadly i can only pin one post to the top of my blog at a time hence this link to the other sorter list!)

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polaristhngs · 2 years

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Fearless (2/x)

Pairing: Dodge Mason x Female OC

Summary: As the second challenge arose, Josie got a closer look at her Panic competitor. She seemed to have no intention to stop playing. But how far is she willing to go to win?

Warnings: Minor Explicit Language, Violence, Injuries

Word Count: 5.1k

Disclaimer

I do not own the series of Panic or the characters. This is a slight AU of season 1.

Masterlist || I. PANIC || III. TRAPS

II. HEIGHTS

"You need to keep your eyes where they belong."

Bishop says to Natalie, causing all attention onto her. She rests her chin in her palm, gawking at the boy working behind the counter. Josie followed her gaze which landed on Dodge.

After the opening jump, Natalie was angry at Heather. Heather has always been the cautious one in the group. And she swore she'd never play Panic. That's why it didn't came as a surprise when an argument broke out between the two. Luckily, it ended in hugs and forgiveness.

The gang felt hungry after Nat's house and decided to go to the dinner. Their conversations were filled with talks about Panic and the possible challenges.

"Ugh please, they are if you ask me."

"Oh sure." Heather teases Nat.

"And...now you're staring." Bishop says to Josie. The other girl gaping at the boy, her eyes seemed to do the same. The dark-haired girl completely snapped from the trance, looking back at Bishop who only gave her knowing look.

Dodge was minding his own business. Doing his job. Helping people out. Taking their orders. Cleaning the table.

"What kind of person doesn't have a social media account?" Natalie complains. Browsing in the net, searching for any info regarding Dodge Mason.

"A sane one." Josie quips.

"Who names their kid Dodge?"

"Must be a family name." Bishop adds.

"Hey, do you think that now the judges know who we are, they're watching us?" Heather turns to Natalie "Of course, they're watching. How else are they gonna get intel on all the players?"

"They're probably tracking us. Where we work. Where we live. Where we hang out. Watching what we do when we think there's no one watching. Keeping tabs on who we're with. They're studying all the players."

"Sounds more like stalking to me." Josie takes a sip of her drink.

The bell rang from the diner's door as Ray Hall waltzes into the dinner, immediately spotting the group. The four teens scurrying themselves immediately.

"What no invitation?"

"Nope." Heather implies. He exhales at her coldness, then smooths over to Josie.

"Hey there sweetheart." Ray inched closer to Josie. The smug smirk never leaving his face. Josie rolled her eyes.

"Fuck off, Hall." She waves her hand to his face. Kept doing it until he backed off from her. Covering his annoyance with a laugh, he sooner makes his way closer to the table. Ray has always been like this to her. Invading her space when she said no. He once tried to drunkenly kiss her during a party. She pushed him off her and the next day, he told people she wanted to sleep with him but he rejected her. Josie always hated him but that sent her over the edge.

"I'm just saying hello to the new kid." He slaps the back of Bishop's back walking towards the front counter.

"Fucking douche." Josie mutters under her breath, shoving a fry into her mouth.

The rest of the group gathered their things and walked out of the diner, parting ways. Josie bids them goodbye as she remains in her chair, still hungry for lunch. She took another fry into her mouth, almost losing it when Ray kept ringing the bell only for Dodge to quickly snatch it from him before he could do so again.

"Can I help you with something?" Dodge asks, not giving in to annoyance.

"Yeah. Go ahead and give me the fuck you." Ray smirks. "I'm here to help you."

"Look, I know your the new guy in town. You probably hear about the games. You probably heard that it was one big fucking hard-"

"Get to the point." Dodge cuts him off.

"The point is, Panic's a local game. We made it. We run it. We keep it a secret." Ray's eyes narrowed. "Strangers aren't welcome."

Josie watched the whole situation go down.

"You've gotta be kidding me," she whispers to herself. Ray's ego was showing. Josie's been eavesdropping to their conversation. To be fair, Ray was talking quite loudly. He really thinks he'd be able to scare Dodge away from the game. If Ray wanted to win so bad, why didn't he just jump from a higher point?

"All seniors are eligible to play right?" Dodge asked.

"Only very few are eligible to win." Ray nods his head.

"I was pretty eligible when I got those 25 points from the jump." Dodge smirks.

Ray laughed, biting the inside of his cheek. "I like you. Yeah, I do. I like a man not afraid to get his ass beat. It's gonna make it all that much sweeter when I beat his ass."

Josie chuckles under her breath, unable to hold it in anymore. Her eyes quirking up in amusement. It was ridiculous to see Ray try to get Dodge back out from Panic. She'd never seen him look so desperate. Ray being put down was all entertaining. It didn't go unnoticed between the two figures. Dodge glanced over to her. Ray sent the girl a look before exiting the diner.

"I'm taking that you're not friends with him." Dodge says from his remained spot, wiping the counter with a towel. Josie took her attention away from her food and looked over to him, surprised he started to talk to her.

"Do I look like I would be friends with him?" He shrugged, earning a scoff from her. "I can't stand the guy."

"Is he always like that?" Dodge slowly walks over the Josie, stopping in front of her.

"Is he always a prick? Yep." She leans her elbows on the table. "But it's definitely an improvement from the sixth grade."

"What do you mean?" Dodge rests his hands at the space across from her.

"Before you, I was the new kid in town. Same case scenario as you, it took a while for people to warm up. Kids, mostly Ray, used to pick on me." She's reminded by her younger days. She had a hard time adjusting to the town. Unfamiliar faces all around her who also looked at her with the same kind of unfamiliarity. "Felt like an outsider."

"So we're both outsiders then?" Dodge tilts his head, the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Well, you more than me." She points. "Where you from? Why'd you move to Carp?"

Not meaning to pry, but she wants to know more about this kid. His brief comment peaked her curiosity. He didn't seem like an outsider though. Always walking and moving around like he knows what he's doing.

"Needed a fresh start. My family and I, we move around a lot."

"Where were you guys before moving here?"

Dodge stands upright, mindful of her questions. "Around New York State. Mom wanted to move in a smaller town. Guess we settled here."

"So, how's local life treating 'ya?" She simpered.

"Seems pretty good."

Josie took a few seconds to examine him. Her eyes noticing little details from his expression. The cold, plain looking manner he had. The corners of his lips were tightly shut as if he doesn't know how to smile. Dodge stood there, not saying a word. "You don't talk much, huh?"

"Is it obvious?" He banters, sounding oblivious.

"I don't know. You just seem pretty vague." She laughs. Dodge creased his forehead at her comment. He bows down his head, stuffing a chuckle in-between his expression. Josie eyes gleamed at the almost sight she'd seen. It wasn't a definite laugh or whatever it was but it was something. She slumps back on her seat. "You can prove me wrong though. You certainly did with that jump from last night."

Dodge nods. Mouth agape, recalling the previous night's event.

"Were you scared?"

"Of the jump? No. It's the landing that gets you in trouble."

"I'll take note of that." Josie grins.

They talk some more after that. Making polite conversation. Josie stood by her word when she said he was vague. She learned little things about him. He was playing Panic for a reason. A reason seemingly too serious to be discussed. Like him, she answered lightly too. Call her paranoid but her mind drifted to game when talking to him. Dodge seems like a good guy but she still has to be careful. They were officially competitors now. She only wondered if he thought the same about her.

Josie bids her goodbye, walking outside the diner door. Receiving a text from Natalie to meet them over at her place. She makes her way to the street. Suddenly she sees something on the movie theater which caught her attention.

She walked closer to the building. Looking over at the missing words at the movie wording.

G-R-A-N-A-R-Y. It spelled out.

She sooner texts Heather and Natalie about the clue she found. Notifying them that there was a challenge tonight.

----

Josie caught up with Nat and Heather at Natalie's house. Just as she thought, they were discussing Panic strategies. Strengths and weaknesses of the players. A large collage of photos of the contestants with their name and little facts about them laid out in Natalie's wall.

"Wow. You've outdone yourself." Josie compliments as she walked into the room.

"Oh well, you know what I always say: preparation beats perspiration."

"Don't think you've ever said that." Heather remarks. Josie laughs, tossing herself at the spot beside Heather on the bed.

"Just pay attention. Both of you." Nat articulated.

Both girls sigh. If anyone was just as passionate in playing Panic, it was Natalie. Josie was just as into the game as Natalie but not really to this extent. She doesn't have a giant collage of all the participants. She doesn't have a Panic scrapbook made. She had different strategy altogether on how to win.

"If we're gonna win, we got to do our homework."

"I thought that school's over." Josie whines.

Natalie focused back at the wall. "Starting with the players we think are most likely to win..."

"Ray Hall." Heather lists.

"Everyone's betting on him, he's reckless, fearless. He's not afraid of pain."

"He also doesn't care about sabotaging others." Josie adds.

Panic is a dirty game. What did you expect? Sabotage is exceptional if it only confines to the rules of the game. Anyone would do anything for money in this town. The question is: how far can they go?

"And he's a legacy. His brother Luke won the game a few years ago."

Josie took note of this. She remembered Luke. She was just a kid and even then she knew that he was a jackass. That pitiful feeling she gets in her stomach never failed her. In comparison to Ray, he only seems to be worse.

"What do we think of Tyler Young's chances?" Natalie points at the wall board.

"He's a pussy. He's always clinging onto Ray, so he shouldn't be a problem." Josie answers.

"I don't know you're the one who used to date him." Heather teased the dark-haired girl.

"Betting that he could take me out on a date does not count as a relationship. Trust me. He's all talk and no game." She flashed back to that dreadful sophomore year. Josie was a naive girl back then. The guy flirted with her. She pushed away any thoughts or warnings that her mind had began anticipating. Only then she found out that he and Ray had a bet on how long till the girl agrees to go out with him. Safe to say she left a bleeding mark on Tyler's face. "But, he probably won't do anything life threatening. He'd probably be a good judge." She theorized.

"Good point."

They continued talking about potential opponents. What they could possibly bring into the game. Possible motivations. Whether they were a judge or not. None of them really hold a candle into being the winner, in Josie's opinion. But who knows, the endgame can be a mystery. She doesn't know all of them personally but just well enough to know their certain ticks. She's an observant kind of gal. The people there were pretty much an open book. If there were secrets, it wouldn't be hard to deduce them.

"Last but not least..."

"Dodge Mason." Josie centers her attention to his profile. "Mysterious background. Motivations unknown. Weakness undetermined."

"He's hiding something. I'd bet on that." Josie speculated.

Dodge Mason is a mystery. The story about him moving into Carp doesn't fill most of the blanks. She doesn't mind him being guarded as she was too. He was sooner gonna be the puzzle worth solving. From the looks of last night, Natalie might just be shooting her shot.

"Now on to the main event. Challenges usually fall under a couple different categories. We have labyrinths and wilderness drops. Thefts and illegal entry. And all the gross stuff like snakes, rats, and spiders." Heather shivers at the idea. The girl feared everything.

"Challenges of physical stamina under pain or stress." Nat continues.

"Heights, drop-offs. I'd bet anything tonight that the challenge will be a crossing. The points will be for speed."

----

"Alright boys and girls. Chicks and dicks. Ray. Welcome to challenge numero dos. Walk the plank!" Diggins announced, earning a large cheer from the group of teens.

Natalie was right. The crossing at the Granary was next challenge. Josie payed attention to the beams in front of her. The high plank she had to walk across. She wasn't scared of heights but one wrong step and your falling straight down. What sent shivers down her spine was the fact that this was the challenge that caused the death of a previous player. She tried to get that thought out of her head. She doesn't want to sike herself out before the challenge.

"And reminder we have 23 players in the competition. All players receive 100 points for joining, except for Dodge Mason, who get an extra 25 points." Half of the crowd booed while the other half cheered.

Josie looked around the area. Dodge was nowhere to be seen.

"I don't see him. Maybe he missed the sign." Natalie noticed too.

"And Heather Nill, who gets an extra fifty points and immunity in a challenge of her choice." Diggins continues.

Just then, Josie spots Dodge. Walking towards the group with such passion and determination. Someone with something to do and reasons to do it. She followed his movement with her eyes. Something tells her that something changed in the boy from the last time they've talked.

"Maybe I should go say hi?" Natalie says.

"I thought we weren't suppose to fraternize with the competition."

"Getting to know your opponent is how you find their weaknesses." Natalie turns to get a peek of Dodge from across the room.

"Well, now that we're all here...Let's get started!" Diggins cheered through the megaphone.

"Helping me keep records is the ravishing, Summer Calvo!" The girl arrives beside him. Grinning as she flicks her hair.

"Tonight points work by deduction. The slower you are, the more points you lose." He says as Summer holds out the timer for show. "You got 90 seconds to cross before you are in the red and out of the game."

Josie tries to control the butterflies in her stomach. Her hands fidgeting in her sides as she stares back to the tall beams.

First one in the plank was Ray. It was no surprise he'd go first. Smugly walking through the two beams, he made it to the other side by seventeen seconds. His cockiness didn't escape as he ended it with a victory dance. Josie cannot help but roll her eyes every time she sees the boy. Next one up was Heather. She could feel her heart beating heavily in her chest. She could only think her friend was feeling the same. They all watch as she paces slowly down the bridge. Going slower as palpable. Each step echoed a cranking sound from the plank. The rest of the group holds their breath at the sight of her almost slipping. Luckily, Ray was on the other side. Coaching her. Pulling Heather to him into safety at her last step.

"Next up, Josie Slater!" Summer reads out her name.

The brunette stops fidgeting, wiping off her hands in her shorts. She made her way to the top of the beam. It was good view though, she mentioned, if she only looked up and not down. She didn't particularly have a fear of heights. It's the plummeting down to your death she was nervous about. Hearing hoots and shouts from down below made her all and more anxious. She closes her eyes for a while, focusing. Josie tried to avoid tapping her foot on the surface, fearing it might break the platform.

"Josie, your timer starts in three, two, one." Diggins says.

Josie took a deep breath, taking her first step into the plank. She curses and mutters to herself as she took a couple of steps more. Speeding up her steps, she could her the metal crank crying from below her shoes. She steady her feet, keeping focus on the other side of the beam. The closer she reached, the faster her legs moved forward. Disregarding the chill wind that could've possibly tackled her down if she didn't balance herself well enough. She sprints up to the end platform, with enough time to spare. The ground screams and claps as she gives them a thumbs up.

"Josie Slater makes it across the beam in a minimum of fourteen seconds making a new score to beat!" Diggins cheers.

Josie smiled at the result. Climbing down the beam, she was greeted by the warm arms of Heather who gave the girl a hug. At the corner of her eye, she could see the growing fury of Ray Hall at her victorious performance. She smirked at the sight of this. She's in the lead now. Afterwards, Josie sits herself down, calming herself and catching her breath.

"Up next, Dodge Mason!"

Josie peeks her head to the direction. She watches him stand his ground, walking up to the challenge seemingly with no fear.

"Here we go." She mumbles. Her attention never leaving him.

Dodge's timer starts. He strides steadily from the ledge into the plank, cautious but fast. Making it look so easy from down below. The crowd goes wild. As he walked halfway across the middle, Dodge slipped. Taking a tumble, falling off the beam, hanging on by one arm. Josie stood up abruptly. Seeing Dodge almost fall made the crowd gasp and scream.

"Oh my god," she prays under breath. Her hands covering a shocked, worried expression below her face.

Relief had struck her as Dodge shifts his body up, taking one leg and wrapping it around the bridge. He's back up again, causing everyone at the audience to break out into cheers as he did this. It was still shocking on how the boy lost his balance. Dodge reached the end of the plank, with only a few remaining time left. Even so, he was still in the running.

Heatedly making his way down the ladder, he went up to Ray. Grabbing the boy by the collar, slamming him into the truck. This action did not go unnoticed by the folks, the attention on them now. Josie, along with the others, stood back and watch in anticipation. She could see the formidable smirk on Ray's face as he taunts Dodge, who is holding back. Josie could only wonder what the two were hissing at each other.

Murmurs echo throughout the area as Dodge walks away.

"Not even a kiss goodnight." Ray smirks.

Dodge stopped his steps before turning back to Ray. His fist colliding with Ray's face. Blood trickling down his nose, the two boys tackled each other to the ground. Earning and receiving punches altogether. Sides from the crowd either cheering or trying to stop the fight. Josie didn't know what to do as she remained still, watching the two. The cheers from the group sooner faded as familiar sirens echoed through the granary. In-synced, everyone screams as they dispersed like rats. Josie could see Ray running from the chaos. Josie could've done the same but she took a spare second to find Heather and Natalie.

"Everybody stay exactly where you are!" A police officer yells.

The rest of the group seemed to be against her. Like the current moving against the ship. Their running figures bumping into her shoulders, pushing her down the ground. She thinks one of them stepped over her ankle as she felt pain. Everyone just coming out of nowhere. Josie felt a pair of hands in her shoulders, holding her up. She looked over behind her, it was Dodge. Boy, she was glad to see him.

"Hey, stay close." Dodge whispers. Taking her by the hand, he pulls her to the side. The pair making their way through the moving bodies as they hid behind an array of old cars. He peeks over to see if any of the cops saw them. Josie catches her breath, not noticing her grip still on Dodge's hand.

They made a run for it when the coast was clear. She could only feel thankful that neither of them were caught. Josie and Dodge made it to some grassy fields next to the granary. They exhale in relief as the blue and red colored lights slowly faded into nothing. Dodge kept his gaze over at the direction, while the girl sits over at one of the rocks, minding her foot.

"What happened?" He walks over to her. She could hear the slight worry in Dodge's voice.

"I fell." She mumbles. "I guess some guy stepped over my foot." She examines her ankle, trying to rub the pain away.

"You should probably ice this once you get a second." He offers, kneeling, taking her foot and slowly bending it upwards.

Her eyes widened. It felt like a weird and awkward action. Josie hastily distances herself from his touch. "Uhm. Thanks. But...I'll be fine."

She tries to stride a couple steps but it only made her foot worse. She tried to repress a cry, almost falling backwards in the process. Dodge manages to catch her before she fell. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder, he helps her sit back down.

"Are you always this stubborn?"

"Depends on the situation." She grimaces. "I'm telling you. I'm fine."

He obviously didn't believe her. Dodge ignores her, kneeling again in front of her sitting figure, slowly putting her foot back into place. She instinctively grab his hand in reflex as she gasps in pain. He carefully laid down her foot in the ground before grabbing his sock.

"Whatcha doing there, boy scout?" She questions, eyeing the boy in confusion as he fashions something with his sock.

"Making a bandage." Dodge says. "Oh, don't worry, I've had my monthly shower."

"What a gentleman."

"Stay still, okay?" Josie decided to keep quiet, observing the boy in front of her. Him looking seriously at her foot. He takes the black cloth, stretching it out before applying it to the girl's foot, wrapping her ankle.

"Let me know if this is too tight."

"So what's this gonna do?"

"Hopefully restrict your movement." Dodge finished up wrapping her ankle. He looks back up to the girl.

"Cinderella, your sock." She chuckles as Dodge places the sock on.

"Thanks, Prince Charming." She salutes.

Josie tried to get up. Dodge took notice and extending his arms to pull her up. She hops on one foot to balance herself. Dodge didn't understand why but he held his breath as he glanced at their holding hands. Josie seemed to disregard this and her close distance with Dodge as her mind was somewhere else.

She peered over towards the granary, not catching the sight of the boy oddly looking at her. "I need to find Heather and Natalie. They could still be out there."

"It's probably not a good idea to go back. Cops could've circled the place."

"Maybe..." She insinuated. Josie took her phone out of her pocket. "I'll try texting them." Flooding her messages with Where are you guys? Are you OK? Luckily, Heather texted back, saying that her and Natalie made it out alright. They called Bishop to come pick them up. She sighed in relief. Josie turned her attention back at Dodge. His hands at his pockets, waiting for her. She felt a little embarrassed.

"Heather said they're fine." She puts her cell back into her pocket.

"That's good," he replied.

"Yeah. Bishop drove them home." Josie nods. "It's getting late I should probably head out too."

There was a brief pause.

"Do you need a ride home?" Dodge offers the girl. She then realized that Bishop was the one who drove her to the granary and that she had no ride back. Josie thought she couldn't accept the offer. He already helped enough. The escape from the cops and with her foot. She shakes her head in rejection.

"No...No I can't. It's fine."

"You really gotta stop saying that." Dodge mentioned. Her face reddened. Does she say it that often? "I drove here." An indescribable look on his face. "Plus, it's not like you can walk home." His eyes dropped to her ankle and back to her, teasing the girl. He folded his arms, just staring at Josie, waiting for her answer. She gave him an unbelievable look as she deeply sighed to herself. Obviously, she doesn't have much options.

She pursed her lips as she mentally facepalmed. He was right. "Alright." She surrendered. His lips formed in a tight-lined grin as he leads the way.

----

"Take another right up there."

Josie and Dodge were in his car. The light beige-colored car skimming under the dim local streetlights. There were no music on the radio only Josie's voice guiding him to the direction to her house. As odd as it seems, Josie surveyed the boy beside her. One hand on the wheel, eyes on the road. Currently disbelieving what was happening. Just a few hours ago, the two had, which she believes, was their first actual conversation. Now, he's driving her home. To ease out the awkwardness, she broke the silence.

"So..." She trailed. Dodge look over to her. The wind blowing a few pieces of his hair. "What happened back there with you and Ray?"

"Just Ray being an asshole."

"So nothing out of the ordinary."

"I forgot to ask but...are you ok?" She questioned. "That thing that happened back at the bridge."

Dodge's eyes soften for a brief second. "I'm OK. Still in one piece. Thanks for asking." He offers her a reassuring smile.

"You're not afraid of anything are you?"

"Everyone's afraid of something."

"Your gonna tell me what your afraid of?"

"Is this some kind of strategy to throw me off my game?" He lifted an eyebrow. Taking his eye off the road for a second to glance at her.

"Maybe..." Josie says in a playful tone. "Why? Is it working?" Dodge's face lifted from a blank expression to an almost full one. It wasn't close to an actual smile but Josie still kept that memory in her head.

A few minutes later, they have pulled over her front door. Some part of Josie wished she lived a little further. She kind of enjoyed her brief talk with Dodge. He got out from the car before her, opening the door in her side. He laid out a hand in front Josie. She appreciated Dodge's helping hand.

"Do you need me to walk you up to the door?" Dodge asks, leaning over his car, his hands on his pocket.

Josie smiled. "I'm pretty sure I could handle a few steps."

The pair shared a comfortable silence. No one daring to say anything. Their eyes not pulling away. The long night started differently and ended as something else. She'd completely forgot about the cops almost busting them and him nearly falling off a bridge. Josie had this unexplainable urge in her stomach, wishing this part of the night would've lasted longer.

"See you around, Dodge."

She started heading her way to the front door.

"See you around, Josie." He said. She didn't expect him to farewell. She also didn't notice how this was the first he's uttered her name. Josie turns back at him, giving him a last good smile before entering her home.

Dodge waited for a few seconds after she went inside. His feet not seeming to move away from its spot. He continued to stare at the last sight of her vanishing figure. He bowed his head. Thoughts running through his mind. Thoughts he couldn't really comprehend. Dodge sighed, sitting up, making his way to the driver's seat and driving off.

----

Josie made her way into the living room. She was exhausted. It's been some night and all she wanted to do was take a long good night sleep.

"Your home late."

She stops her steps. Josie peeks her head to the kitchen is direction. Nick, her older brother, says from the kitchen counter. She saw the laid out bills and dues on the table. Her expression went down. Remembering her reality and her purpose of playing Panic.

"Didn't know your shift ended early." Josie leaned over the wall, looking back at him. She lowered her head, feeling a bit of guilt rushing through her.

"I'm sorry, Nick. I was over at the granary," she informs. "The cops arrived before we even finished the game."

Nick stood up in alert at his sister's words. He was always opposed the idea of her playing Panic. They needed the money but he didn't want her to risk her life for it. He knew nothing was gonna stop her when she puts her mind onto something. And stopping her would only make her want to do it more. His eyes travelled down to Josie's foot.

"What happened to your foot?"

She followed his gaze, hiding her injured foot with the black sock behind her good one in embarrassment. "I fell and tripped."

"You need to put some ice on that." He pointed. Her mind drifted toward Dodge saying the same thing. She just nodded at his words.

"You need to be careful, Josie." Nick cautions her.

Josie went to her room. I really gotta clean my room, she reminded herself. Laying down her comfortable bed felt all too rewarding. She stares at her ceiling, thinking about Panic, replaying the earlier challenge. Dodge's near fall. The cops interfering. She let out a deep exhale. She wasn't going to stop playing. Like everyone else in Carp, she was desperate for money, she'll admit that. But Josie was scared. Josie was scared on how willingly she'd go far just for the game. Thoughts continue to run through her mind. She grabbed a book from her floor filled with them, trying to distract herself, preventing her mind from anticipating what the next challenge was.

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