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heliads · 3 years

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Being Miss Misery

Based on this request: “a fic with newt based off mr perfectly fine by taylor swift”

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If you were going to describe the one thing you looked forward to each morning, the one person who made you want to fight your whole life to escape the Maze, you would say it was Newt. How could you not? You love him, after all. Or, you loved him. There are days when you wish you could go back in time and tell yourself that you had gotten it all wrong, that some dreams were just meant to stay dreams and never become real. Then again, if you had never let yourself jump this time you’d spend the rest of your life thinking about the fall you could have had.

In the end, you suppose there was no way you could have ever chosen differently. No matter what happened, no matter what words were said, you could never quite forget how happy you were before, even when you were stuck in the Maze. That was the best thing about Newt, after all- he made you smile like no one else ever could. There’s always a second side to every coin, though, and that means that he has hurt you in a way so unique to him that no one else could ever hope to mimic it. No matter how many times Janson or WICKED tried to hurt you, nothing would ever cut quite as deep as this.

With every story, there’s a start. A reason why things ended up the way they did. Yours begins with the Box, the same way every other Glader remembers their first day. There is no before, not in the Maze. Just the Box, and what comes after. Everything else has been wiped from your mind, cleared away like fog from a glass. Gone, never to be found again.

You had been pulled from the metal box and stood, squinting, letting your eyes adjust to the sudden bright sunlight. You had looked around, taking in the sight of the massive stone walls surrounding you and felt your pulse start to skyrocket. Before you could really start to panic, though, a voice sounded out from behind you. It was quiet, peaceful, and you knew from that second that you would be alright.

“That’s the Maze.” You had turned to face a blond boy, one with a limp and a slight accent that tinged his words the same stilted gold as a piece of bronze. “The Maze?” The boy had nodded sagely. “You’re in the Glade now, greenie. The Maze keeps us stuck in here.” You had nodded again, and the boy apparently took pity on you, softening his tone even more, folding it up into a more peaceable sound. “I’m Newt, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

You had started for the usual greeting, the fine, thank you, and I’m- but the problem was that you couldn’t remember your own name. No place, no history, no name. It’s like you were a blank canvas, but one that had once held the most brilliant of landscapes if you could only remember it. Newt had clicked his tongue softly. “You won’t remember it, love. It’ll take a while before your name comes back to you. Don’t worry, everyone forgets.” You had stared at him. “Where are we? I know it’s the Glade, but where is it?”

Newt had shrugged. “Nobody knows. We all just showed up here, one at a time, with no memory or anything except the shirt on our backs. You can ask all the questions you want, but we won’t have any answers.” He had looked at you sideways then. “Actually, don’t ask all the questions. We told that to Chuck-” he points to a young boy with a mop of curly brown hair, “-and he took us too literally. Don’t think we slept for a week. All we heard was questions.”

You bite back a laugh. “Sounds good, Newt. I’ll keep my questions in the single digits.” Newt flashes you a smile that seems as bright as the sun. “I like you already. I think we’re going to get along very well.” If only he had known how true that would be. If only you had known, so that you could stay away.

You’re not sure you can remember quite when you realized you loved him. In the end, the exact date doesn’t really matter. It happened, you couldn’t shake it, and it felt like the most beautiful mistake you might ever make. In the Glade, you couldn’t count on anything- not the weather, not the people, not even the Maze, which changed each night. When Newt had told you how he felt one night by the campfire, you were sure that it would haunt you for the rest of your life, that it was too good to be true or too good to last.

You had started to stand up, ready to hurry away and pretend like you hadn’t heard a word. Newt had stood up too, taking your hand and keeping you by his side. “I’m not going to break your heart, Y/N. I promise. I’m not going anywhere, alright? I’ve been waiting for you all my life, and I want to be here with you. Right by your side, until the end.” You had smiled at him then, finally letting the last of your walls down. When he kissed you, even the whoops of the other Gladers weren’t enough to dissuade you.

There was nobody like him, that much was true. He made the Glade better, made even the stormiest days feel like a cloudless blue. You came to trust him, to depend on him. You believed that he wouldn’t leave. It was like he said, right? He looked you in the eye and told you he would never go away. You two were practically inseparable, and it was the best feeling on the entire planet.

When Thomas arrived, bringing with him the destruction of the Glade and promises that he could get everyone out, you thought it was the best thing you’d heard in a while. You had held Newt’s hand while you ran through the Maze, dodging Grievers and doing everything in your power to keep the other alive. That was what you did best, after all- loving each other, staying together. You can still remember that one night before you left, when fires had been burning the homesteads down and the shrieks of dying Gladers echoed through the night. It drives you to run faster, to move farther away from everything that had happened and all the horrors you had seen.

Newt had taken your hand in his, pulling you close in the dark of the night. “We’re getting out of here, alright? Promise. I love you, Y/N, and we can finally have a life outside of all this.” You had smiled at him, letting him press a kiss to your cheek. It sounded perfect, that was the problem. Perfectly fine, and none of it was true, although you’d have no way of knowing it then.

That day seemed to pass in a blur, and the next day, and the next. You made it out of the Maze, out of the nest of Grievers, and into a pressed-clean WICKED facility. They promised you safety, shepherding you into groups of other boys and girls who’d managed to make it out of their respective Mazes. When Newt gestured for you to talk to him separately, away from the other boys from your Maze, you had assumed nothing of it. How wrong you had been.

His voice was quiet, eyes darting over to the other boys as if wanting to make sure that they didn’t hear. “I want to break up with you, Y/N.” You had stared at him, not able to understand. “What?” He swallowed, then repeated himself. “I want to break up with you. I’m really sorry, Y/N, but I don’t think this is going to work out. I just- I stayed with you for longer than I should have in the Maze, because I thought we were going to die, but-”

You cut him off, feeling your tone turn icy. “You’re done now because our lives aren’t at risk anymore? You don’t have to feel guilty about it?” Newt winces. “It’s not like that, Y/N. Honest. You’re a great girl and all that, I just don’t think it’s working out anymore. Sorry.” With one last insincere apology, he turns and walks towards the rest of the boys, his step considerably lighter as if a sudden burden has been relieved from his shoulders. You’re left to stand there, alone and mute and utterly heartbroken.

There’s nothing left to do except pick up your broken pieces and go back to the table with the others. Even this brief moment of weakness, this one last hesitation by the door, has drawn looks of confusion from the Gladers. You force a smile, a spring in your step, and sit down next to them. If you make sure not to sit next to the backstabbing blond boy, well, that’s nobody’s business but your own.

The days blend together, one into the next. You didn’t realize how much you depended on seeing Newt, talking to him, saying something clever and warranting a smile, until it was all gone. You were still a Glader, and that meant that when everyone escaped the WICKED compound he made sure you stayed alive like the others, but for once, there are no more strings attached. No promises to make it out, no lies told to make it through the night. This is what it was like in the beginning, you remind yourself, and you have to learn to deal with it once more. If only it was as easy to do it as it is to say it.

Now you sit alone at a campfire in the Scorch, watching white-hot sparks cascade into the open air. Your friends from the Glade have met up with the girls from Group B and some members of the Right Arm, meaning that you’re in a crowd for the first time in a while ever since entering the Scorch. All around you, people are taking advantage of the sudden numbers to mingle and chatter with the din of a flock of birds, but not you. No, you use the overwhelming mass of people to hide away, blending into another silhouette in the desert.

It appears you’re not to be alone forever, though. Someone slumps down into the seat next to you. You smile ruefully at the expression on her face- the same heartsick, stupidly trusting look that you have no doubt has been on your own. Brenda, it appears, is not doing well with the sight of Thomas parading back and forth with Teresa.

“Having a good night, Brenda?” She gives you a look. “About as well as you, I think. How are you, by the way? I heard you were dating Newt in the Maze but if looks could kill I think he’d be worse off than the Cranks.” You sigh. “We were dating, that much is true. He broke up with me out of the blue, broke my heart for no reason other than the fact that he didn’t feel like he had to protect me anymore as we were out of the Maze.”

Brenda stares at you, all thoughts of Thomas banished. “He didn’t say that. Tell me he didn’t say that.” You nod, smiling bittersweetly. “He did indeed. Mr. Casually Cruel, that’s his new name from now on.” Brenda looks over at you. “If he’s Mr. Casually Cruel, what does that make you?” You prop your chin up on your hands, staring with unseeing eyes at the throngs of people around you. “Miss Misery, I guess. He’s perfectly fine, I’m falling apart.”

Your eyes find a familiar figure in the crowd, one you’ve been doing your best to avoid but always seeming to return to. “The worst part is that he moved on so quickly. You’d think he’d forgotten he’d ever heard my name. I mean, look at him.” You jerk your chin towards a pair of figures on the opposite side of the roaring campfire: a blond boy, arms wrapped around Harriet. He smiles at her, lingering traces of his face disappearing into a haze of heat from the flames in between you.

“I’ve been picking up the pieces of my heart, he’s been picking up her. I’m starting to think that I never meant anything to him at all.” Brenda clicks her tongue indignantly. “That jerk. Hey, if you ever need someone to accidentally push him off a cliff-” You cut her off, laughing. “I’ll look to you first. Don’t think we’ll need that quite yet, though.” Brenda folds her arms across her chest. “You don’t need him, though. Honestly. He wants to promenade around here like he’s Mr. Always Wins, fine. He just walked out on the best thing in his life and he doesn’t even realize it.”

You smile at your friend, a true smile this time. “Thanks, Brenda. Now, if you could keep your same advice around Thomas-” Brenda holds up her hands, starting to laugh. “We’re not talking about that! I changed my mind, let’s go back to Newt.” If you’re so distracted by the conversation and laughter with your friend that you don’t notice a certain blond boy looking your way, eyes drawn to you again and again even if he does his best to pretend otherwise, maybe it’s for the best.

The night is late, stars hung in the sky as if by some absentminded hand. The fire has died away to ash and coals, tendrils of smoke starting to creep up to the horizon. The din of the gathering has proved a little too much for you, and you’ve chosen to fade away into the night, your feet carrying you further and further from the center of the group. You lean against a rough rock face, letting your eyes trace the curves and stars of the night sky. You’re distracted enough by the sights that you don’t hear the uneven footsteps coming up behind you, the telltale lurch of a boy with a limp.

“You always liked looking at the stars, didn’t you?” You startle at Newt’s voice, appearing out of nowhere. You shake yourself, forcing your shoulders to sink and relax once more. “They’re beautiful. Always have been.” Newt’s smile is as sure as a running river, always strategized, always well-placed. There’s a confidence there, too, an edge. Proof that he’s so far above you in every sense, above feeling anything at all. “Just like you.”

You raise an eyebrow. After everything he’s put you through, after everything that destroyed you but never fazed him, you’ve learned to doubt a careless compliment like this. That may be all you’ve learned, but it is enough. Newt takes your silence as an invitation to keep speaking. “I think I’ve made a mistake, Y/N. You’ve always been so good to me, you know? Always here to stay, always at the right place at the right time. I hate to speak too quickly, but would you consider giving me another chance?”

You’ve thought about this moment for a long time. Mr. Perfectly Fine, Mr. Casually Cruel, finally seeing you in new eyes and realizing that by leaving you he was giving up everything you might have had together. But you’ve seen this moment through a hundred times in your head, and for once your head is clear, eyes bright and looking forward instead of on what might have happened. You know your answer, once and for all.

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People, November 9, 1992

Nobody's Pussycat

By Tom Gliatto. Photos by Neal Preston.

Ever Outspoken, Shannen Doherty Defends Family Values, Her Turf on Beverly Hills, 90210—and Her Rowdy Reputation in Hollywood.

THERE ARE TWO ISSUES TO BE CLEARED UP HERE. Both of them are dear to the heart of Shannen Doherty, 21-year-old star of Fox's Beverly Hills, 90210, the Aaron Spelling high school hit that is now in its third season, one in which Doherty's character, Brenda Walsh—who might be described as Gidget with attitude—will break up with that lean-hipped rebel, Dylan (Luke Perry). First issue: Why has Doherty—alone among 90210 costars and teen idols Perry, Jason Priestley, Jennie Garth, Tori Spelling, Ian Ziering, Gabrielle Carteris and Brian Austin Green—come to be regarded as "difficult"? Like, is she, in contrast to the feisty but fairly civilized Brenda, one of those women who rhyme with rich? Is she, as the tabloids have gleefully reported, impossible on the set? Is she a prima donna? Also: After hours, does she party too much? And where was she being driven, in those recent tabloid photos, by rapper Marky Mark?

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN

Today, for Shannen's birthday, I will post why I love her.

It was in the early 1990s, on Fridays evenings my sis and I went to our granny's house because on Saturday mornings our parents worked. So we spent Fridays nights and Satudays there. On Fridays nights she watched a show that in Spanish it was called "Sensación de Vivir" (Feeling of a Life, sort of). It was no other than "Beverly Hills, 90210", of course!

I was around 7 or 9, the show was maybe aired only a year later than in the US, and my favourite character was Brenda. Maybe because she was a twin herself like me? Sure also because she was brunette, like me, and petite, also like me (although I was like Andrea as well, as I was wearing glasses, I studied a lot, etc).

Many people loved her, I remember she was my cousins' favorite too, and my classmates'. I remember, though, once a classmate told me she didn't like her anymore because she was "bad". I have many friends who bought "Bravo" magazine and other teen magazines but I didn't, so I think I never knew her off-screen problems until I had internet.

Like Drew Barrymore, who was my other childhood idol, Shannen started her acting career when she was just a girl, and she was just a teen when all this fame came suddenly changing her life forever, being chased by paparazzi just when she went to town to have some beers with her friends, also she was struggling because of her dad's health. She herself said she made mistakes, as everyone does. But I think she was mostly hated because she was a young, strong and independent woman, and some people don't like that.

I'm glad she was (and till is!) this strong. Other women would have fallen to pieces. She kept acting, showing what she did best, with all her talent and many roles.

So after I had internet at home I started saving pics of her, and then I wanted to share them, of course. My favourite era it will always be the early/mid 1990s because it was my childhood and when I first knew about her, about this sweet beautiful girl named Brenda. I love that now she fights for the animals and against her cancer. She is an example to me as I'm sure is to many.

Have an amazing day with your beloved ones, dear Shando, we love you!

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Rio Random 2.0

Part 1

Once again you and Aunt Brenda are at a tennis tournament. It had been weeks since your last interaction with Rio

“So what’s going on with you and that fine young thing what’s his name?”

“Don’t know who you’re talking about” you fib

“You know that one with the tattoos”

You sigh “Rio Aunt Brenda?”

“Yes, yes him. Mr.Rio”

You shrug “I don’t know.... nothing”

“Have you even tried talking to the man” by now she knew the details of how you two met and how you three found yourself in this situation

“I don’t want to be lied to”

“You never know he might tell you the truth honey” she retorts playfully hitting your arm

“No he lied for so long what’s the difference now?”

“Maybe the difference is that he no longer has to lie and you two can move forward”

“Can we just watch the match”

She puts her hands up “Sure sure but it would be a shame to let that go”

Your head whips around and now you’re beyond irritated. It was hard enough trying to get over him, her talking about him wasn’t helping “It was a shame for him to lie to me whose side are you on?”

“Yours! Yours! I'm sorry honey. I just want to see you happy” she soothes sensing your irritation

You’re shoulders slump and you lean into her “I know”

“Just reach out”

You take in a deep breath as you think about it.

~~~~~You took the leap of faith and did as Brenda instructed you two were to meet at the local restaurant a little upscale, quiet and private. However you find yourself wanting to curse him out the second you see him.

He rushes over “heeyyy mama” he says smiling at you

You cut your eyes at him “30 minutes!” you scold

He chuckles “I’m sorry”

“30 minutes Rio and you couldn't send a text, been blowing me up to meet and then you show up 30 minutes late?!.... wow”

He leans over and kisses your cheek “tranquilo mami”

He knows what that does to you and immediately you take in a deep breath and blow out slowly

“I'm sorry okay i was handling something” he says as he seats across from you

“Okay”

“You look good” he compliments

“Order your food!” you bark now hangry

“Si mami”

“Don’t” you roll your eyes

He chuckles “my bad my bad”

You sit and watch as the waiter walks up and he orders his food putting his phone face down he leans back on his chair “so what’chu wanna talk to me about?”

You shrug “Nothing now”

“Come on I said i'm sorry” He gets up and pulls the chair closer to you, so instead of sitting across from you, now he was to the right of you.

“Why didn't you send a text?”

“I couldn't”

“Why not?”

He leans forward, staring you down “Y/N” he gives you a look “cuz i couldn’t”

And for a moment you had forgotten who he was and what he did

“Oh” you utter coming to the realization of just why he couldn’t

“Yea I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you”

“Okay”

“So......” he drawls leaning back in his chair, taking a sip of his drink

“Sooo you dance and play tennis?”

He smiles “yea calms my nerves”

“What could possibly make you nervous you're Rio”

“You have no idea” He smirks

“What else?”

“What else what?”

“What else do you do that I don't know”

“I prefer you don’t find out and I’m not bout to tell you”

You roll your eyes “Anyway....Why did you lie to me?”

“So you don’t have any other hobbies”

“I prefer you find out the natural way, I don’t want to have to tell you”

“It's complicated”

“We have time......” you say as you cut the appetizer with your knife and fork “....or do you have something else to prioritize” you speak with an attitude laced in your words. He hates to admit it but he missed your sass. It was always funny to him the pencil pushing good girls had the worst mouth on them.

He smirks and sits up straight. “I’m here”

“So I was some sort of front?” you had slowly pieced things together however you didn't know why

“Yea at the beginning but not anymore”

You can’t help but roll your eyes “Please”

He sits up and leans closer to you “Stop rollin yo eyes at me” he speaks so calmly but there's a threat lying underneath that tone

You huff “Fine”

“I aint lying to you tho”

You look at him for a moment before you decide to speak again and resist the urge to roll your eyes. It's more difficult than you imagined. Your facial expressions were a main form of communication for you.

“So what are you gonna do about Krystal?” What was he really going to do about apparently being in another relationship with another woman simultaneously?

“Ima take care of it”

“I don’t know! maybe” you argue

“How?” you snap, he raises his brow at you before taking another sip of his drink, you pause before you speak again “.... Maybe you shouldn't..... maybe if you talk to her.... I don't know.... reconcile”

“You sayin i should go back to her?”

“Nah she ain’t for me”

“And I am? I don't know your world!” you comment

“I don't want you to”

“So how can we be together if you only show me a part of you?”

He leans forward again, speaking slowly to add emphasis “Y/N, I don’t want you to. I just want you there I don't want you to ever feel like you gotta pick up a gun to prove a point or protect yourself”

You take a deep breath “and you think i won’t have to do that eventually?”

He looks at you with his typical nonchalant face “nah i got you”

“I don't get it why did you even fall for me if I was just a facade?”

“I didn’t plan this shit. It just happened plus i got tired of feeling like all i did was take care of business 24/7. Who wants to be talking about cappin someone 24/7? I couldn’t even have my son around me when she was there! Plus I trust you. I trust you more than her and even tho she knows that side of my life i know you wont sell me to the wolves”

You leave it at that because you feel like he would never tell you the truth, and you also felt like he was talking in circles, so you choose to proceed with caution.

As soon as you arrived home later in the day you’re tired and ready to go to bed. Too many mixed emotions. Did you like Rio? Yes, Did you think your relationship would ever evolve into something more? No? Maybe? What is your relationship with him ? Side chick? Booty Call? FWB? BF/GF?

“Hey!” You hear from behind you as your place the key in the door lock

“It’s okay, what's up? Why are you here?” you remember what Rio had said about her

Your body jumps, a natural reaction seeing that you were deep in thought and unaware of your surroundings “Oh my god!” The familiar voice however reduces the panic you’re feeling “You scared me!” you turned to face Krystal

“I’m sorry”

“Oh I just decided to pay you a visit, mind if i come in?” she flashed you that smile, you were beginning to hate it

“Sure!” you opened the door and let her in first “want something to drink?”

“Here you go!”

“Yea what you got?”

“Liquor, wine”

“Oooh do you have Bourbon?”

“Yes”

“Bourbon on the rocks” Your mind flashes back and you remember all the times Rio had ordered Bourbon on the rocks and it made you sick, to think the entire time he was there with you his mind was with her

“Thanks!,” she pats at her leg “come here sweety” she speaks to your dog ‘Coconut’, instead of walking over Coconut looks between you two and opts to lay at your feet. “Ugh my dog does the same thing”

“So why are you here again?” You were over this ‘visit’ already

“Have you talked to Rio lately?”

You find it odd that she would ask about Rio the same day you had lunch with him “Yea, had lunch today” no need to lie she probably knew

“Hmm” she hums as she takes a sip of her drink “did he talk to you?”

“About?”

“Me and him?” she looks at you wearily, playing with the glass in her hand

You shrug “Umm just said you two were exes”

You close the door and look at Coconut who barks at you from the stairs, “I know, i feel the same”

She perks up, smiling at you “oh yea!” she takes a deep breath “I’m sorry I should have told you but I didn’t, we are really good friends and I got caught up in the moment, I was drunk” you take note of her quick change in behavior, if they were truly exes she would have told you before she even introduced you two

“It’s okay”

Quickly she finishes her drink without saying much else other than“Well i should probably get going it's late”

“Yea thanks for stopping by” you couldn’t wait for her to leave

“Yea! See you around”

You opt to not even text Rio about Krystal's pop up at your house for all you know they were still seeing each other. However the ‘pop ups’ between Krystal and Rio were becoming a bit much. Weeks of them simultaneously showing up out of nowhere just to ‘chat’ were becoming unbearable. By now it was obvious they were both stalking you.

The doorbell rang as you and Rio sat by the kitchen island ‘chatting’ it up. You hopped down and rushed towards down the steps in your split level home

“Hey!” you force a smile as Krystal walks in “We are waiting for you upstairs”

“We?” she turned to look at you from the foyer

“Do you want what he has? Bourbon on the rocks”

“Yea just keep going” you motion for her to climb the steps

It was as much as a surprise to her as it was to Rio seeing each other there

Rio runs his hand over his face settling it on his chin massaging it to ease his irritation.

“Uh sure!” she says carefully placing her purse on the counter

“I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT! THIS TALKING IN CIRCLES! CONTINUOUSLY LYING TO ME! USING ME TO GET INTEL ON EACH OTHER!”

“You can sit next to him you don’t have to act like he’s a stranger”

“Y/N” Rio begins but you cut him off

“SO! I don’t know what’s going on with you two! But I’m tired of the fucking pop ups! I don’t need to be scared half to death every fucking time one of you decides to pay me a visit! I don’t know how I’m connected to whatever fucking plot you two are concocting but i don’t want any parts of it”

“There’s no..” Krystal interjects, which only makes you even more angry and you just let it all out. So much for being calm cool and collected

Both Rio and Beth look at each other

“Sweety it's not like that”

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME SWEETY BITCH”

Krystal in turn looks to Rio to fix the problem

You take a deep breath to calm down, you were getting too worked up you could feel yourself getting ready to cry. “I don’t care! i just want both of you to know I’m done with both of you go find another pansy to fuck around with!” you turn to Rio and face him dead on “Go find another woman to fuck with while you lie about how much you “care” about her! Now GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE AND NEVER CALL OR PAY ME A VISIT AGAIN”

Krystal alarmed by your yelling, is quick to grab her things, she never expected this to happen. Rio slowly eases down from his seat and grabs his keys before leaving. He was beyond furious at the moment.

“Y/N can we just” Krystal tries to bargain again

“GET OUT!” It comes out as a high pitched shriek

When they both leave you slam the door and lock it. You know it wasn’t the end of whatever was going on but at least you stood up for yourself. And now you can finally let go and let the tears out

Your dog Coconut groans and you nod in response, pulling her in for a hug.

“Rio!” Krystal calls as she rushes to his side

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?” his jaw is tight hands in his pockets

“We need to talk”

“NO! YOU NEED TO GO HOME! I TOLD YOU I WAS HANDLING IT”

“I know but,”

~~~~~The rest of the week you didn’t hear anything from both of them however the following week after you arrive to work, parking your car in its usual spot you get out of hear the infamous Rio speak causing you to spin around

“BUT NOTHING GO HOME AND LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE!”

He got in his car and slammed the door before driving away.

“What are you doing here?”

“Get in the car we need to talk” he’s calm like always.

“NO! I have to work!” you stand your ground

“Y/N, I wasn’t asking”

“I don’t care! Leave me alone!”

“I have to work Rio!” Without saying anything he starts to walk over to you. “Okay, okay, I’ll get in” you walk past him quickly and hear huff leave his mouth before he opens the door for you, you slide into the seat, you watch as he gets in his seat. He doesn’t even look at you but you can tell he’s still vexed. Jaw is still tight with a firm grip on the steering wheel. You don’t say anything but look out the window as you drive to an unknown location in town. It was a warehouse. You take a deep breath expecting this to be your last memory.

He removed his hands from his pockets, this time placing them in front of him, he squints a little looking at you before he decides to speak “get in the car or I’m gonna come over there and put you in the car”

“I’m gonna scream!” you threaten

He takes a few steps forward, which only caused you to retreat back “I don’t give a fuck! GET IN THE CAR!” he says more sternly and you would be lying if that didn’t frighten you

He scoffs “I’m not gonna kill you, if that’s what you’re thinking”

How did he always know what you were thinking?

“How long is this gonna take?” you ask looking around

“You might as well say you can’t make it in today”

You quickly text your boss and your car problems evolve into a bigger issue thankfully she understands and you feel at ease for now. You walk closely behind him as you approach the warehouse you can hear the chatter as you approach the building, when you do step in you're surprised to see a restaurant.

The smell of coffee and pancakes fill the place. The young girl seats you two by the kitchen. You look around in awe, you had no idea this place even existed. The place had an open kitchen concept so you could see the chefs and cooks working their magic and if you chose you could sit by the counter and watch.

“Hi Welcome to The Barnyard! How many?”

“Two” Rio answers

“Sure” you answer apprehensively

“You’re waitress will be Alyssa she’ll be with you shortly”

“Thanks”

“Hungry?” he knew you didn’t eat breakfast

You two order and eat not without saying anything to each other. Once you’re done he gets up and motions with his head for you to follow him. You walk towards the back past the kitchen, past the employee locker room/bathroom, take a turn into the backroom where the bus boys cleaned the dishes, past the huge walk in freezer and stop in front of a door where Rio knocks. The guy opens immediately, the door was heavy, like one of those safe doors you see in banks. You take a glance at the man on the other side of the door, he looks meaner and scarier than Mick you thought to yourself. You continue to walk down a few steps that seem to be taking you underground to another door where Rio knocks once again and the same door as upstairs, when you step in, you walk into what seems like a huge operation. Your eyes take it all in on one side there are people counting money on the other they’re bagging it. Not to mention what seemed like illicit drugs being packaged. Rio takes a seat by the table and watches.You sit down next to him and try to absorb it all. He doesn’t say anything for what seems like forever.

“You said you wanted to know what i did so here you go”

You turned to face him “why are you showing me all of this, now?” 4 months you dated this man and you thought he was a local drug dealer who made it big, this was cartel level operations

“Things have changed, I might be wrong in my approach to keep you in the dark, and we need to talk,” he removes his jacket and takes out his gun, placing it on the table “Krystal isn’t who you think she is,

“I know you told me that”

“Remember when she kept handing you zip-lock bags at the school luncheon, yea they all got your fingerprints. Bags filled to the brim with coke and heroin. There's a few storage keys hidden in your house, the feds would find those too, it would lead them to a local storage where they would find more money and drugs, your fingerprints are on those too. I asked you to hold on to them for me.”

“Her name is Beth Boland, you are a front. But it’s much deeper than that,” with his fingers he makes quotation marks “ ‘Krystal’ and I have an operation we are business partners, ended up fucking, emotions got thrown in the mix. She put 3 bullets in me.” He stops himself from, feeling like he’s getting carried away. “Anyway the feds started to question her connection to me, she got nervous, and came up with the plan of you, you would be my “girlfriend” while we continued to work and fuck. If the Feds started to look deeper they would see that the only reason she would be around me is because of you. But you being my girl wasn’t enough so we decided to plant some evidence in your house”

“What?!”

Your heart sinks

“You were going to be the fall guy and that would in turn get the feds off of her ass, my ass too for now at least”

You knew you were a front but this, you didn’t think it would be this, how could you be so stupid.

“But Beth ‘Krystal’ is becoming more of a problem, plus i can’t just over look my feelings for you”

“What feelings? Why did you even? Feelings?”

“I told you i didn't plan it!” irritation spewed out in his tone, but it was more so at himself than you “I care about you mama, you my girl”

You think about all the times you spent together, the few sexcapades you had, you feel sick to think it was all just part of the process, he was just going through the motions, whose to say he isn’t now? Maybe things are taking too long and he’s waiting for you to hang yourself with this new information.

“You can ask me whatever you want, I ain’t got shit to hide anymore, plus I figured its the least I can do”

“When did you start feeling differently, towards me?”

“About 2 months in”

2 months?! That's all it took was two lousy months, for him to ‘care’ about you? You knew you were naivety but how stupid did he think you were?

You contemplate calling the cops, FBI, hell the FBI would believe you wouldn't they? They already knew about them you were an innocent party

“I can see you thinking, just know if you go to the cops, they’ll do an investigation and since majority of them are on my payroll they won’t find nothing on her, they’ll instead turn their attention to you, with all that coke and heroin in your home, you wont see the light of day ever again. So whatever you’re thinking just know if Beth goes down, I go down and I’m not gonna let that happen whether you like it or not.” There’s that Grade A ‘CARE’ you say to yourself

You nod and wipe your tears away

“But I’m working on it.”

You scoff, what could he possibly be working on other than nailing the last nail in your coffin

“If i wasn’t trust me you would be in jail right now”

You swallow hard. This was a lot to process. You want to ask what he’s working on to get the target off your back but you don’t all you can think of is how you were one call away from being thrown in federal prison on drug trafficking charges.

He doesn't say anything else and for the rest of the time you are in that warehouse you sit quietly just absorbing everything that was happening. A few men stop by to talk to him but he doesn’t introduce you, you sit there listening to the conversation. Even if the feds were to interview you right now, you wouldn’t know what the conversation was about. It was in code and so vague that you couldn’t piece anything together. By the time you leave it's getting dark and you wouldn’t even remember how to get there. He pulls up to your car parked in the parking deck at work and gets out the car to open the door for you. You wanted to hop out and run to your car but you're frozen.

“Y/N” he calls to you bringing your attention back to him “i’m working on it, i just need you to trust me”

You nod in response feeling the tears threatening to fall you begin to walk away but he grabs your arm lightly pulling you back

“Her and Mick are there weekly and Mick leaves things a certain way if you go looking he will know, she will know, I’m trying to fix it mama i just need time, i just need you to operate as usual”

“You can’t go searching for them or she’ll know”

You give him a confused look

You pushed him away, pulling your arm from his grip “Okay” you were done with him for the day, being around him made you sick, he literally plotted your demise and for the most part didn’t care about you, until recently.

When you arrive home you look around and before you can stop yourself you rush over to the bathroom and throw up. When you've calmed down from your panic attack you walk around your home afraid to touch anything feeling like you were in a ticking time bomb, afraid that would be the reason the feds rushed over to your place.

A/N: As always please tell me what you think!

#rio good girls fan fic #rio good girls #manny montana fic #mann #nbc good girls #Brio #rio x reader #rio #rio imagine #writingblr #fan fic stuff #fan fiction #beth x rio #brio #imagine

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phaoray · 4 years

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The movie inside Pixar’s “Brave”

Hey, I don’t know if you remember me, but im a massive Brave fan, and in the times that the big four fandoms where roaming in this website strong, I was there too. Especially at the Jarida fandom @thejaridafamily, who to this day, i have nothing but awesome comments. I swear to you, this people were so kind and energetic and creative that you could literally feel how much they cared about the stories and the process of creating and developing this characters.

Now, I don’t usually write this type of analysis, but indulge me this time. Because the reason I’m writing, it’s because this amazing video that was uploaded a few months ago to YouTube (And if I’m late for the party, then sorry).

“Brave was a dissapointment by eliquorice”

This video puts a name to the reason why I felt this movie was incomplete, or disappointing at most. The movie always felt like it was undeserving from such a dedicated fan base, but I can finally say that i finally saw the film that we all loved. At the beginning of the film we are exposed to this story, the story of a princess who is wild and tempestuous and a queen who is strong willed and regal. They are opposites in every way, and they tell us that this movie it’s going to be about them.

We are intrigued about what will happen after the inciting incident, where both this characters have said and done things that they cannot take back. We have reached a no return point.

And while we are worried about their inner conflict, and wish to know what will come of it, the film suddenly develops a series of external conflicts and focuses on those exclusively.

We can make the choice to read it as an external manifestation of the struggle of the relationship, but even then, we are left confused. Instead, it turns the tone of the film and displaces the importance of those inner conflicts to a second position in the entire argument of the film.

Now the priority is to resolve this external conflict, so we can go back and finish quickly the inner conflicts right before we run out of time.

After I saw the film a couple of times (by a couple i mean like a lot, in the past years), I started to feel like there was something missing. Like I have forgotten to read the prologue at the beginning of a book. So I turned to the other media released after the film: the art books, the interviews and promotions and trailers and the storybooks they were doing to continue and explore characters of the film. But instead of gaining a better understanding of the central theme of the film, I always ended up with more questions. Until I saw this guys (eliquorice) video a few days ago.

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He makes a clear and structural analysis of the film and finally helps me to put a name to the real issue with the story. The “creative differences” problem.

Now not to spoil the video, but he honestly states why this film was a wasted opportunity for Pixar and why women´s voices keep on being silenced in Hollywood. A film like Brave, in the time that it came out and given properly freedom to be the story that was always meant to be in the hands of Brenda Chapman, could have turned the view of the mother-daughter relationship to the status that movies like Ladybird, Carrie, Real Women Have Curves, or even Freaky Friday explored in different levels of dept.

The conflicts that come from two different ways of approaching femininity and the way we as women chose to play different roles in the society that we live in, as it is what is imposed to us from young ages. This movie was about that, the first 30 minutes of this movie were about that.

But what we got at the end was a mushed version with no catharsis towards the true conflict in the film.

Even in the final scenes when we see Elinor side with her daughter about the marriage matter, we are left with half a catharsis when in the next scene we see an outfit change instead of a change in the structure of the society they live in.

There is one thing that keeps people invested during the climatic scenes in movies, and that is a question, i.e. "would the hero survive to this?" "can the protagonist defeat the antagonist or the villain?" "will the protagonist confess to his love interest" you name it. We as an audience stay invested in a film as long as there is a question to be answered in every scene or every act. We can even use that idea for analyzing a film.

Now let's talk about how the film answers the question that sets the conflict between the two main characters.

In Brave, Merida thinks changing her mother is the solution to change her fate, because she thinks she alone, is the creator of the system. The princess rules and the way things must be. But in reality her mother is the enforcer of those believes that were also planted on her as "the way it was supposed to be", which she mentions in a line at the beginning as "giving you everything we never had". We also see throughout the film that her mother is not the head of the system, she actually serves it in the form of peacemaker to keep the four clans together as a nation. Merida then realizes that her mother's saying might be the least of her troubles because who calls the shots here is not the king, it's the alliance, the Lords that are the heads of the clans.

Her mother does change at the end, but that change while represents a little break for Merida, in the end comes to the same conclusion, she will have to marry ... eventually and select from a very specific set of elegible partners. Which again is the enforcement of tradition that reduces women into roles that do not fit nor appeal to them.

The film doesn't dive deeper into this discussion, it concludes by saying that it was in fact a matter of changing one person and yourself by accepting you have to make compromises to get what you want. Which is... I guess... halfway true in the real world???at least in the one we live in Right now... but its definitely not what you want from the first Disney/Pixar princess to not have a romantic interest and being promoted as this empowering model for little girls.

This film left's us short in a satisfactory and fulfilling answer to the great question of "Can Merida change her fate?" And the refusal to answer that question in a way that makes us feel powerful and brave makes it feel like the world they lived in didn't change at all, that the film has been for nothing.

Please go watch that video, i highly encourage it.

And after watching the video and reading my old writings and drawings about this film, I understood, that the reason that this fandom loved this characters so much, was because of the first 30 minutes of the movie. The part that Brenda Chapman originally envisioned for this film. I honestly believe that in the hands of a woman this conflicts that surged with being a girl and mom in a world that is not made for you, could have had an actually satisfactory message of hope and change. She probably wouldnt have swiped over those questions like the film did. And those 30 minutes that promised us an answer to this very complex questions... that is the movie we have loved for the past 8 years, and i can say i will continue to love for a long time.

#brave #RotBTD #jarida #Merida #Rebloging cuz i made some adjustments

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Safe Haven 3

Safe Haven

A Maze Runner Fan Fiction

Pairing: Thomas / female OFC

Setting: After the end of 'TMR - Death Cure'

Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful

Warnings: (in this or in upcoming chapters) smut/sex/porn, swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, daddy-kink, oral, nsfw, 18+ readers only

Credits: TMR-Characters don't belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I'm going to remove the pictures. I used pictures of Blake Lively for my OFC.

Beta by the lovely @hell1129-blog Danke, Schatz!

Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Please don't use my work or parts of it without my permission.

Previous parts:

1 / 2

In Part 3 Thomas is going to meet his love interest... Hope you enjoy it!

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The next morning Thomas woke up early from a night full of uneasy dreams, leaving him nervous, tired and in a foul mood.

"What's up, shank? Why the long face? You're afraid the girls are gonna jump at the new alpha in town instead of swooning over you?" Minho teased him on their way to the beach.

"What are you talking 'bout, potato face?" Thomas snapped.

"Oh come on...the return of the king. I bet Joe Miller is gonna steal your crown. He's older than you, very good looking I heard. Unlike you, dogface." Minho gave him a wink. "The ladies will be all over him and you ain't getting laid no more.”

"Don't worry 'bout me." Thomas shrugged. "I won't come off badly. And what about the other guy, huh? You think he's the ugly twin the girls won't look at?" Thomas asked.

"You mean Kasey?" Minho seemed to be surprised.

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, I don't think Kasey is going to be a problem for you. At least not regarding the girls' attention." Minho said suppressing a grin.

"Really? How's that?"

"You'll see." Minho bursted out laughing, refusing to say anything more.

Half an hour later Thomas knew the reason for Minho's amusement. Kasey was anything but ugly and anything but a man. Kasey Miller was an extraordinarily attractive young woman. Her skin fair but sunkissed, her long wavy hair the color of golden, liquid honey, her eyes light green, shining bright in the sunlight. He'd always considered the romantic idea of 'love at first sight' a big pile of bullshit, but the moment she smiled at him for the first time he was proven wrong - by his heart that skipped a beat before starting to race like crazy, by all the butterflies starting to flutter in his belly, by his knees that suddenly felt like jelly.

While Vince was greeting the home-comers effusively with big bear hugs, Thomas tried desperately to regain control over his rebellious body. He wasn't nearly done when he heard Vince's deep dark voice.

"Come on, guys. Let me introduce you."

Vince spread his arms, nodding at Thomas and his friends. "These are the kids I told you about on the radio. Thomas, Minho, Gally, Brenda and Frypan. And this is Jorge. He's the one who saved their little asses countless times." He pointed his finger at each one of them.

"And here we have Joe, Kasey and their crew: Quincy, Marjorie and Carson."

There was an awkward moment of silence when both groups stared at each other. Joe was the one to break the ice. He made a step forward, waving his big hands at everyone. He was a hunk of a man, tall and handsome, suntanned skin, his dark hair buzz cut, a wild growing full beard covering half of his face, a pair of outstanding, friendly blue eyes looking at them. "Hey, guys. Nice to meet you." His smile was infectious and everybody loosened up instantly. "So you are the boy who fucked WCKD almost single-handed, huh?" he asked, turning to Thomas, nodding his head respectfully.

"Oh no, it was all of us. I couldn't have done it on my own." he answered modestly. "Nice to meet you too."

Now Kasey stepped forward, shaking everybody's hands politely with a friendly smile. When it was his turn, when their hands touched, her pale skin cool against his embarrassingly sweaty palms, Thomas felt like catching fire. He could have sworn his cheeks had the color of deep red tomatoes. "And has everybody settled in well in our little safe haven? I heard you had a really rough time before coming here." she asked. Thomas didn't utter a word, it seemed like he had lost his voice. Clearing his throat he made a weak attempt to give an answer but all that came out of his mouth was a hoarse croaking. Kasey gave him a funny look, probably asking herself if he was making fun of her or if he was just a dumbfuck.

Great, Thomas, he thought, nothing better than a good first impression.

"Yeah, the camp's pretty nice. People are cool, work's good. We're not fucking complaining." Gally obviously didn't have problems talking.

"Work?" Joe asked interested.

"Gally's the head of the construction team. Currently building your library, Kay." Vince smiled at Kasey who gave Gally an excited thumbs up. "Minho is our expert for mapping. He and his team are almost done with exploring the whole island." Vince placed a hand on the attractive, asian looking young man's shoulder. "Brenda and Jorge over there manage our driving pool and do all kinds of technical stuff. Repairing the most hopeless cases." he carried on. "And Frypan, as you may have guessed, is one of our chefs. He makes the best desserts. I gained at least 5 pounds due to this little fucker." Vince nudged Fry playfully, laughing out loud.

"And what about you?" Kasey asked Thomas, looking him straight in the eyes for the first time. Thomas coughed, taking a deep breath. "Well...I...umm...I'm in Gally's team." he managed to stammer.

"He's my best lumberjack." Gally said, flattering him because he was far from being the best. "We call him Timber." he added grinning. That was a bloody lie and a great example of Gally's strange sense of humor. "No you don't." Thomas protested. "No need to be ashamed, Timber." Minho kept the joke running. Thomas rolled his eyes at his friends

"Timber...well, the name suits you, you look very...strong."

Kasey gave him a warm smile and he knew she was trying to be polite, because he really wasn't a muscleman, but actually she made him feel like shit. The whole situation made him feel small and useless. Every single one of his friends had an important job with lots of responsibility. He was the only exception. But when they had come to the camp he had been so sick of being a leader, of making decisions, of being responsible, reasonable, mature, important. So he'd gladly joined Gally's team as a simple labourer without a second thought, fully aware that he left Vince disappointed, who wanted him to be part of the camp's leadership together with him, Jorge and a handful of the other older camp members.

"So Gally, would you show me the library please? I'm so looking forward to equipping it and opening it as soon as possible." Kasey asked.

"Anytime." Gally said. "We're still working on the roof and the bookshelves, but you can come to take a look whenever you want."

"Okay, I want to see the hospital and the school too." Joe threw in. "Why don't you give us an hour to move back into our shacks and then we'll meet up at the headquarter and you give us a little tour, Vince. There must have been quite a few changes over the last seven months." Joe smiled, shouldering his duffle bag.

"Sounds like a plan." Vince nodded. "We better get going, your arrival has been noticed. We don't have time now for a welcome party" he added, pointing at a crowd of camp members that was on the way to the beach. "Yeah, let's go." Kasey agreed and their little meeting came to an end.

Almost three hours later Thomas heard them coming, when he was standing on a ladder, thatching the library's roof with Gally. Gally climbed down from the roof smoothly, cleaning his dirty hands on his trousers.

"Welcome" he said, holding the entrance door open for Vince, Kasey and Joe. Thomas followed them, his legs wobbly again, listening to Gally's explanations.

Kasey seemed to like what she saw. She was beaming, running around, touching the walls and the half-ready book shelves, chattering about what she was planning for the place like an excited child. When she was talking about all the work that was awaiting her, she seemed a little worried.

"I really gonna need someone to help me with all this. I can never do it on my own. Maybe you can find me a volunteer, Vince?"

"I volunteer!" Thomas blurted out, his heart racing at double speed, his hand shooting up.

"You?" Kasey didn't try to hide her surprise. "I'm gonna need someone who can start tomorrow. And who has a lot of passion and is willing to do not only one job but many. It's not only carrying books around, it's also sorting them through, reading part of them and even writing short summaries for the card index."

God, Thomas thought embarrassed, she thinks I'm a lame-brain.

"Oh, our little Casanova here has a lot of passion and loves all different kinds of jobs." Gally grinned not even trying to hide the innuendo.

Fuck you, Gally, Thomas cursed internally, but he smiled along like a fool anyway.

"Passion for books I mean." Kasey said with a frown, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I love books."

"Really?"

"Absolutely." Thomas lied without batting an eyelid.

"Okay. But I wouldn't wanna steal your best lumberjack." she turned to Gally, playing her last trump card.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine. Letting him do such simple work is a fucking waste of potential anyway. He's too smart for a lumberjack." He slapped Thomas on the back, making him stumble forward. "It's high time you start using your brain again, Timber. You seem to become an idiot lately." Gally gave him a friendly wink and Thomas smiled at him thankfully.

"Well then, that's settled." Vince said, a big smile spreading on his face.

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#tmr thomas x oc #thomas x mc #tmr thomas #tmr fanfic #tmr fandom #dylan o'brien #the maze runner #tomuary

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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A Vampire in Paris: Part One (Gigi x Crystal) - Chae

A/N: aaaa it’s here, part one! i was NOT expecting it to be 3.4k words but i’m so so so proud of the dialogue in this chapter. if you can handle a bit of exposition to get to the crygi fluff i swear it’s worth it XD

Summary: Gigi Goode arrives in Paris to start preparing for Fashion Week, but what dark secret is her company hiding? What’s the deal with those three supermodels? And why is Crystal Methyd so damn adorable?

We Begin

This couldn’t be happening. It felt wholly, totally, surreally unreal. Every dream Gigi Goode had ever dreamt seemed to be coming true at that very moment. The twenty-two year old had gone through immigration and baggage claim without really feeling much. When she met the Uber that was ordered to take her to the complex, she hadn’t felt much either. But now, as she drove through the streets of Paris, taking in the narrow paths and low buildings that completely contrasted the Los Angeles she was used to, she felt like she had arrived.

Crystal Methyd wasn’t exactly well-known, but she didn’t fly under the radar either. Anyone who spent more than two minutes researching modern fashion knew about her. She’d risen to popularity online through her wacky and interpretive, yet still fashionable, street style. Then, arguably the largest label in the world, ‘Fatelle,’ bought her company (as they did with about 90% of the fashion industry) and moved her to Paris. In a few weeks would be ‘The Methyd’s’ first showing for Paris Fashion Week, aka her ticket to worldwide fame and success, and Crystal had asked Gigi to model for her. She didn’t even know Crystal was allowed to choose her own models in the first place.

Gigi was used to having some spotlight. She’d amassed quite the following on Instagram and YouTube, which was how she got signed to her agency and apparently how Crystal had found her as well. Gigi was still dumbfounded by her luck, or talent, or universal power or whatever had gotten her to Paris to model for fashion week. She still couldn’t wrap her head around that fact when the car stopped in front of a huge building. It wasn’t modern or tall like businesses back home, but it took up an entire Parisian-sized block and stood a story or two higher than the average building.

Gigi gripped her luggage, two roller-bag cases, a duffel bag, a small backpack, and a purse, and breathed out. She wanted to look confident and put-together when she met… whoever she was going to meet. Would it be Crystal? She’d been contacted by someone named ‘Trixie,’ so probably not, but one could hope. Gigi stepped forward, entering through the gigantic gold spinning door and coughing a bit as the scent of floral cleaning product wafted up her nose.

The lobby was pristine—spotless, sparkling, even, marble floors and marble walls and marble ceilings galore. The architecture was retro, yet the furniture seemed almost futuristic. Glass display cases flaunted the designers’ best works, particularly the original creator, Miss Fame’s, designs. She felt like every single person who would work here attended at least three fashion shows a week. The young model took a moment to admire her surroundings before her heels clicked all the way to the reception desk.

There, she was met with a strikingly familiar face, with a name tag to match.

“Excuse me—wait, are you-”

“Shhhh!” the woman seemed to perk up immediately at the prospect of being recognized, looking at Gigi frantically. “I’m nobody! I’m the receptionist.” She held a finger up to her lips.

“But your name tag, it even says-”

“My nametag doesn’t say shit!”

Gigi was a little surprised at how casual the other woman spoke to her, but blinked and continued.

“You aren’t even trying to hide it?”

“Well, not everybody is as smart as you and remembers photoshoots from forty years ago!”

“This is a fashion label’s headquarters!”

The woman paused, not knowing how to respond. “Okay, touché. Ya got me.”

“May I ask a question?”

“I mean… yeah?”

“How do you look the exact same as you did in the eighties?” Gigi was raising an eyebrow at Adore Delano, a female rock icon known for her raunchy photoshoots and close relationship to the Fatelle brand. Her hair and makeup changed, her clothes were different, too, of course, but she looked the same otherwise. What kind of ooky kooky hyaluronic acid was keeping a 60 year old woman looking 20?!

“Ask, and you will not receive,” Adore sighed, playing with her hair. “There are just some things you’d be safer… not knowing,” she smiled decidedly, pleased with her answer.

“Right,” Gigi grimaced, avoiding eye contact with the star.

“Anyway girl, what’s the sitch? What can I help you with?”

“Ah, yes of course, I’m here to meet.. well, someone. I’m a new model and I’m supposed to be staying here for a while.”

“Ohhh, you’re one of the international shipments coming in for fashion week. Which designer?”

“The Methyd.”

“Shut up!” Adore grinned, a twinkle in her eye. “Babe, you’re set for life. You better make a good impression on Crystal, she’s supposed to be the new thing and stuff!”

Gigi blushed. “Will I meet her today?”

“Mmm,” Adore checked a computer screen, clicking a few buttons and squinting. “You’re supposed to meet with Trixie, so you’ll have to ask her.” She grabbed something from under her desk. “Gigi Goode, right?”

“That’s me. Good morning!”

“Party!” The older girl grinned, handing Gigi a small card. “That’s your room key—don’t lose it. Unless you wanna like, get stolen from.”

Gigi took the key, placing it in her purse. “Thank you, and noted. Do not get robbed.”

Suddenly, another voice joined the pair as a tall woman strode into the lobby, conversing on the phone. She was wearing a pink blazer-mini skirt set and white patent pumps, the outfit hugging her curves perfectly. Her hair was big and blonde, straight with iron-curled ringlets at the tips, and her big lips and long lashes completed the Barbie aesthetic. Her voice, however, was stern and confident, the complete opposite of her doll-like appearance. If this was Trixie, Gigi was already intimidated.

“Well, Brenda, tell Katya that I’ll call her back later, please,” she commanded, a short answer coming from the other end before Trixie interrupted, scolding the person in French before hanging up. She looked to Gigi with a smile. “Sorry about that. You must be Gigi!”

Gigi smiled and reached out to shake her hand, but forgot that air kisses were the customary French greeting. Nice going, idiot, Gigi thought to herself as she finished the proper hello. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Mattel!”

“Oh hun, you can call me Trixie,” she smiled. “Welcome to Fatelle! I’m your modeling manager, so we’ll be seeing each other a lot. You come to me with any questions, concerns, issues, you need a tampon, a condom, a chocolate, a shot, I’m your gal,” she winked. Gigi laughed.

“In that case, can I have a-”

“You are not about to ask me for a condom.”

“Well…”

The two burst out, Trixie’s laugh coming out more like a bird screech than a human chuckle.

“Ah! Almost forgot,” Trixie reached into her pocket and grabbed a sticky note, handing it to Gigi. “That’s my number. I’ll text you important info, like meeting and fitting dates and such. We’ve only got three weeks to prepare for this, so the schedule is packed.”

Gigi folded the paper and put it with her room card, already nervous for what was to come. “Agh, well, I’m excited to start!”

“Of course!” Trixie smiled, glancing at her phone as it buzzed. “Shit, well, I gotta go.”

“Hold on, sorry, how do I get to my room?”

“Right! I’m stupid for not telling you.” Trixie pointed to where she’d come from. “Over there is the apartment complex area. Your key card will say which room it is, and the elevators are dead ahead. This place has a restaurant open to the public like a hotel does, but it’s free for models and employees and serves us privately during the day. There’s also kitchens in the rooms if you wanna cook for yourself,” she explained. “Later tonight our team should be getting together for a meeting, I’ll text you the details, kay?” Trixie almost mumbled the last part as she frantically punched the keyboard of her phone, obviously annoyed with the person she was texting. “Enjoy your stay!”

Before Gigi could even say bye, Trixie was gone. She understood for the most part, but she couldn’t help but notice Trixie hadn’t said anything about the portion of the building across from the apartments. The curiosity ate her up, so she opted to ask Adore.

“What’s over there?” Gigi motioned to the glass doors that led to the mystery area.

“That’s where all the businessy stuff happens,” Adore rested her head in her hand. “You’ll probably go there to do your model stuff. The further in you go, the crazier the shit is.”

“Crazy shit? What kind of crazy shit?”

Adore bit her lip, knowing she’d said too much. “Enjoy your stay, Miss Goode.”

Gigi raised an eyebrow. Something smelled rotten at the Fatelle headquarters, and the young woman was dying to learn more. She followed instructions to get to her room, a spacious and immaculately decorated space. Flopping on the bed, Gigi closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to own such a large company. She’d never considered designing clothes, more than happy to stick to modeling. Speaking of which, she had a dinner to get ready for. She sat up, releasing her ginger waves from their ponytail with a shake of her head, exhaling a breath. After she unpacked, she was going to make herself look smoking hot. Crystal would not regret choosing her to be a model.

———

Gigi knocked on the glass doors leading to the private seating of the restaurant, trying to get Trixie’s attention. She’d worn her fanciest mini dress and most expensive Louboutins in hopes of impressing her team. The table was large, maybe ten or eleven girls crowding around it. And in the back, she spotted Crystal.

Or did Crystal spot her? Because they were making eye contact— holy shit they were making eye contact and Crystal was the prettiest girl ever what the fuck? Gigi gulped as someone else, a girl she didn’t recognize, let her in.

“Hey! Here to meet with The Methyd team?”

“Mhm,” Gigi nodded, air kissing the other woman. “Gigi Goode.”

“Oh, awesome! I’m Rock M Sakura, one of the makeup artists,” the shorter girl grinned at Gigi, her appearance reminding the model of a magical girl anime. “But you can just call me Rock.”

“Rock? What’s that short for?”

“Rock and Roll, baby,” she made a face and sat back down at the table, leaving Gigi to giggle and flick her eyes around to find an empty spot.

Of course the only one left was right next to Crystal.

And of course Crystal was smiling at her the entire time she walked to the seat.

“Hey, you’re Gigi right?” The designer asked, making the model blush at the fact that she knew her name.

“Good morning, it’s an honor to meet you Ms. Methyd.”

“Ah jeez, just call me Crystal! We don’t use last names here,” Crystal motioned to the laughing girls around the dinner table. “It looks like everyone’s here actually, we can finally introduce ourselves!”

Gigi glanced at Trixie, who was sitting close by, her facial expression reading “is this girl always this sweet and peppy?” The manager caught her eye and shot her back a look that said “yes.”

Crystal tapped a wine glass, garnering everyone’s attention. “Everyone, thank you all for coming to start this journey with me,” the designer started, a grin wide across her lips. “I know we’re all gonna make an amazing team, we just have to, uh, know each other’s names first?” Everyone chuckled lightly. Crystal looked towards Gigi with a sparkle in her eye. “Why don’t you start?”

Gigi took a breath, wanting to make sure her expression was stone-cold. “Nice to meet you all, I’m Gigi Goode, I just arrived from Los Angeles, I’ll be modeling.”

Crystal smiled, beckoning the rest to introduce themselves.

“My name is Jackie Cox, I came in from New York not too long ago, and I’m your backstage coordinator!”

“Bonsoir, I am Nicky Doll from Paris, obviously. I’ll be modeling as well.”

“Hey y’all, I’m Trixie Mattel, which you probably already knew, because I got you all here, because I’m your modeling manager.”

“The name is Jaida Essence Hall, and I’ve been modeling with Fatelle for some time now. I’m looking forward to working with Miss Methyd.”

“Hi, my name’s Rock M Sakura, just got here from San Francisco! I’ll be your assistant makeup artist!”

“Raven. Lead makeup artist.”

Now this chick seemed… off. She was extremely out of place amongst the rest of the girls in the group. She was just sitting there, glaring at the rest of the crew and almost… taking in information? Her face was sharp and beautiful, but her eyes pierced through Gigi’s soul as she, for some reason, stared her down. They moved on.

“I’m Plastique Tiara, I’ll also be a model. I can’t wait to start!”

“Hey there, I’m Brooke Lynn Hytes, if you’re Canadian, you know me. I’ll be helping get you guys outfits and hair stylists.”

“Ugh, great to meet y’all! I’m Jan Sport, I’m another model!”

There was only one girl left, thankfully, and only one more name to remember. “Hey, I’m Dahlia Sin. I’ll obviously be modeling.”

Crystal rubbed her hands together excitedly. “Yay! Now that we all know each other, hopefully the waiter’s coming sooooon!”

The table murmured in agreement, returning back to their previous conversations.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Gigi,” Jackie said from her left. Nicky peeked over her shoulder and nodded, flashing a gorgeous smile.

“The pleasure is all mine!” Gigi replied. “I can’t wait to try some authentic French cuisine,” she liked her lips.

“That’s right, you just got off the plane!” Crystal exclaimed.

Gigi confirmed. “How long have you been staying here?”

“Oh gosh, not long, maybe a month or two. Most of this team has only been working at Fatelle for less than a year.”

“Except moi!” Nicky’s thick accent interjected, an eyebrow raised playfully. “And Raven. Jaida’s probably been here just over a year. But yeah, apart from us, even Trixie’s a baby.”

Raven seemed to sense her name being spoken, but only tossed them a glance before returning to typing on her phone. Trixie was enthralled in some deep phone convo, the hard worker never seeming to catch a break.

“Oh, I just can’t wait to start! These designs have been in my head for years and they finally get to see the light of day on my amazing models!” Crystal gushed. The passion for her work seemed to be flowing out of each word she spoke, the radiant positivity infectious.

“We’re so excited to see you succeed, Crys,” Jan quickly complimented before returning to an apparently intense debate with Brooke and Dahlia.

Gigi noticed the waiter walk in through the glass door to take their drink orders, the model smiling at the thought of finally getting some real food in her. The only thing she’d been eating for the past 48 hours were shitty plane meals and junky snacks to try and make it through the thirteen hour joint flight.

When the door was open, however, Gigi couldn’t help but notice three distant figures sauntering down the restaurant hall. They looked super important, super rich. They must have been supermodels, but she couldn’t tell from how far away she was.

Jackie caught her line of sight. “You know them, right?” She asked, an edge of malice in her tone.

“I couldn’t exactly see who they were, but I’m sure I’d know of them.”

“They’re some bad business,” Jackie grunted.

“Really? Who are they?”

“Those are just some of the other models. Aquaria, Valentina, and Naomi Smalls,” Crystal explained, making Gigi’s eyes widen.

“No way! They’re insanely famous! Isn’t Aquaria supposed to take over the company or something?” Gigi raved.

“That’s up for debate,” Nicky rolled her eyes. “It sure looks like it, though.”

“If Mean Girls was real life, Aquaria is Regina, Naomi is Gretchen, and Valentina is Karen,” Jackie said. “And don’t you dare try to become Cady.”

Gigi laughed. “I won’t, I promise. I like you all too much.”

“Their people are another beast altogether,” Nicky spat. “One that we’ve been trying to conquer, but they’re just so full of themselves they can’t see past their own noses.”

“They’re working for Fatelle Official, so they’re doing something right,” Crystal tried to reason.

“Well, I’m working for The Methyd, which is gonna be bigger than Fatelle. I can just feel it,” Gigi grinned. Crystal laughed airily, a tinge of red hitting her cheeks.

“Thanks, Gig!”

Gigi couldn’t help but blush once again at the cute nickname Crystal has already begun to use. They all placed their drink orders, and Gigi managed to converse with Crystal without exploding. The older girl was dressed in a sparkly cocktail dress, with bright colored eyeshadow and thick eyeliner. Her hair was curly and mouse-brown, and it framed her face while flaring out in the back. Crystal was dastardly gorgeous, with twinkling eyes, a tiny nose, and lips ever-curved into a smile. Thank god it was normal to look at someone while they talked to you, because Gigi couldn’t stop looking at Crystal.

Gigi sipped the mixed drink that was brought to her at last, while Crystal looked at her with a playful smirk.

“Have you ever thought about going blonde?”

“Ha! Maybe? Why?”

“One, you’d look good. Two, I’ve been wanting to go redhead but I don’t want to come for your brand!”

Gigi laughed heartily, wiping a bit of drink off her lip. “I’ll have to think about it!”

“If you do it, do it before the show!”

“And do it at a hairdresser,” a voice said at the other end of the table. It was quiet and barely audible over the chatter of the other women, but Gigi realized Raven had been listening to their conversation. She made eye contact with the older woman and grew hot, her gaze making Gigi anxious and want to look away. She nodded at Raven and turned back to Crystal, cringing.

“What’s her deal?”

“Raven’s?” Crystal bit her lip, not entirely comfortable with the makeup artist’s presence either. “The higher ups said she needed to work with us since everyone was new, and she is the best makeup artist in the city, really,” she shrugged. “I couldn’t say no.”

Gigi nodded in understanding. “She keeps looking at us.”

“I know,” Crystal chuckled. “But I mean, who wouldn’t want to look at you?”

The model turned bright red, rubbing the back of her neck. “Thank you, Crystal. It… means a lot coming from you.”

It was the designer’s turn to blush, and for a few moments the two sat in awkward silence before they were interrupted by the waiter taking their orders. Gigi hadn’t even looked at the menu— she was too busy talking, so she just ordered whatever Crystal got.

Gigi knew, even from the short time she’d spent with her new friends, that she was in for a wild ride. And she knew something was up with Raven, Aquaria, Valentina, Naomi, and Adore, and she was going to get to the bottom of it before Fashion Week was over.

———

It was 11:58 PM when Raven opened the great wooden doors to the study, shutting them gently behind herself. She spotted Violet Chachki perched on the desk as usual, smoking a cigarette from a holder ring. Violet shot the makeup artist a look before clearing her throat.

“Darling, Raven’s here.”

In a movie-like scene, the huge velvet chair behind the oak desk spun around, revealing a disinterested Miss Fame. She too, was smoking a cigarette, but in a much less dramatic fashion than her assistant.

“So?” She pressed.

“You definitely want that Gigi girl. And you want Methyd, too.”

“Right. And?”

“You’re in luck, because apparently they’re a package deal.”

Violet grinned, glancing to her lover who seemed to share the same sentiment. The designer and the model. The CEO and the burlesque dancer.

Fame looked back to Raven, stubbing out her cigarette with her own finger.

“History repeats itself, it seems.”

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #crygi #jackie cox #nicky doll #trixie mattel #adore delano #miss fame #violet chachki #lesbian au #supernatural au #a vampire in paris #chae #concrit welcome #submission #s12

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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feels like loneliness (epilogue)

word count; 3100

summary; safe and happy, thomas finally let’s himself have what he wants.

notes; this series has been so much fun to write, even if it was painful, I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!

warnings; reference to injury.

“and I give you everything, love”

The moment Thomas had jolted awake, he had been alone and the sudden action spiked pain along his stomach and chest as he brought a hand up to brush at the fresh bandages sitting on his midriff. Easing himself up, he rubbed gently at his eyes, the quiet peace around him and the calm sounds of waves lapping at the shore were confusing, and he let his legs dangle from the edge of the bed he was lying in.

Dropping to the floor, he located his boots, his arms stretched out before him and he realised his skin was clean of the soot and blood he’d been coated in, his clothes changed and he settled into the feeling warmly. The feeling of being clean, and comfortable, of not being covered in dirt, or sand, or ash. The feeling of his skin not being sticky with sweat, burned from heat or coated in blood and raw from pain.

He tugged happily on the loose sleeves of the light-weight jumper that hung on his frame, wiping the tiredness and sleep form his eyes as he looked around. He had been slipped into a pair of grey jeans, and a pair of socks on his feet, his hair brushed back out of his face carefully and he knew whoever had been looking after him knew him well to be able to pick everything out so perfectly for him.

Medicines and needles, fresh wrapping and bandages sat on the tables around him as he glanced about, noting the journal and pen sitting on the stand by his bedside, tucked inside neatly to whatever page the owner had been working on last.

Reaching out for his shoes, he tugged the boots on slowly, he grunted as he slid onto his feet, clutching at his chest lightly as he moved toward the blanket flapping softly as a makeshift door, just enough to have given him some privacy while he was unconscious. Taking a minute to get used to his own weight on his legs again, he took slow and steady steps out of the little hut, his feet meeting sand, not burnt and coarse like the scorch had been but white and soft, the squawking of seagulls reaching his ears as they sat atop buildings and flew out over the ocean.

It was breathtaking, and Thomas felt like the air had been sucked right from his lungs as he took in the scenery. More green plantlife than he could ever remember seeing, and he was certain ever before his memories were taken too, sprawled out across hills and plains before him, trees rising up to block his view but it stretched as far as his eye could see in each direction, the shrubbery and life a refreshing sight to anyone.

The ocean reached out, all the way to the horizon and the sun, no longer too hot but instead the perfect and ambient warmth, glittered on the surface beautifully, sparkling in the clear day as the blue sky was speckled with fluffy white clouds, no signs of aggressive lightning or sweeping storms to be seen.

Rocks sat in clusters and clumps along the sand at the place where the water met the land and the waves crashed up against them and sprayed out foam softly, birds picking in amongst the rockpools for their next meal, but they didn’t have to fight, plenty of food, fish and seaweed, to share between them all. The ship they had been working to fix up was sitting not too far out, perfectly visible on the horizon as another small boat moved slowly towards them presumably still shipping their supplies and cargo, in no rush.

Because, Thomas quickly realised, there was no rush. There was no racing, or running, no fighting for your life and definitely no horror to be seen. It was the most beautiful place imaginable, and a grin found it’s way onto Thomas’ lips as he looked around, taking a few more steps out until he found the grass, the muffles shouts of all the happy children he had saved came into earshot as he made his way from the edge of the little encampment to the centre.

Small kids bolted around his legs, playing tag or hide and seek, and he watched out over clusters of older kids all sitting on logs or the beaches in groups and chatting, recognising some of the faces. Some were kids from the Right Arm camo, some were ones they had rescued from the train in a bid to save Minho, and some were ones they had liberated from cells in the last city. Some, he was sure, they had even picked up along the way, as faces he knew he’s never seen before flashed past him.

Despite everybody he walked past, he had still yet to find any of his friends.

Some were working, the community coming together to make everything he was seeing before him possible, and he stood still in the centre of it all, spinning on his heel as he tried to find someone he knew, looking out amongst the crowds. When he finally caught sight of the man who led them all, he made a path towards him.

Vince looked up upon hearing someone else’s footsteps, his eyes widening and he dropped the ears of corn he had been peeling into the basket at his side, dropping it to the ground as he smiled. His arms were held out wide and Thomas was quick to collapse into the warm embrace of them, sealing himself in a tight and reassuring hug, driving home that this was all, in fact, real.

“Look who’s finally awake.” Vince teased when he pulled back, his hands staying on Thomas’ shoulder as he squeezed it tightly and his brows furrowed.

“Finally? How long was I out?”

Scratching at the beard on his face, Vince hummed, thinking it over. “About five days, kid. You needed the rest. You deserved a break.” His shoulders tensed at the idea, and he glanced around, still unable to identify one of the faces he was looking for and Vince chuckled, turning to point up at one of the large hills sitting before him. “They took a picnic up the north face of this first hill. Newt woke up before you did, he woke yesterday, they took him up there to show him everything.”

Thomas’ eyes widened, his jaw-dropping as a relieved sigh escaped him. “S-So, Newt’s okay?”

“Pretty much everyone is okay, thanks to you!” Vince cheered, and Thomas nodded, swallowing thickly and fearing to ask the question.

“Pretty much everyone?”

Vince’s eyes saddened from a second, his gaze leaving Thomas’ as his head dropped for a moment, before tilting back up. “It was a vicious fight, we lost a few, but we saved the many.” A silence settled between them as tears sprung to Thomas’ eyes. He remembered watching your body fall, and Teresa’s too. He remembers watching Minho dive from his sight with rope as Gally held onto him, and then he remembers nothing but darkness. “Look, why don’t you head on up and see them all, eh? Just follow the path, you won’t be able to miss them.”

With a sniffle to push back his emotions, Thomas took off on the intended journey, his feet dragging slightly on the dusty beach path as he made the walk up the gentle slope of the hill. The fields were sprawling around him, trees standing tall and lining the pathways to provide shade as he went, the sunlight trickling through the leaves. Bees buzzed around his head as they moved from flower to flower, pollinating as they went and birds sung happy tunes from their nests above his head, none of the delighted creatures knowing a thing of the pain and suffering beyond their lovely little island home.

Vince was right, it would be impossible to miss all of his friends, but he had heard them before he saw them. Laughs and shouts resonated in the air. He could hear Gally and Minho shouting at one another playfully, and upon peaking the ridge to see you all he could see them wrestling in the grass. Newt’s laboured and croaky voice was talking to them, enthusiastically calling the shots as his shirt hung open, flapping in the warm winds and revealing the bandages that were wrapped around his shoulder, another one around the original source of his troubles on his forearm, but the boy had never looked more alive.

Frypan was sitting by the picnic basket you had all packed, various blankets spread out around them, and on either side were Harriet and Aris, all three tucking happily into sandwiches. Brenda was laying among the long grass beside Sonya, chatting to her absentmindedly as the blonde girl laughed and nodded along with whatever was being said as she picked flowers while listening, and finally, there you were.

Thomas stopped dead in tracks as he saw you, and he felt like every worry and fear he’d ever had could slip away as he watched you laugh wit your friends happily. You hair sat in waves down your back loosely, your back half turned to him as you allowed Sonya to weave followers into the locks. A crown of them sat atop your head, trailing down into the small braids she done and sitting in the loose curls, and your cheeks were flushed with relaxed joy. As he watched you, simply doing nothing but listen to your friends talk, and soak up the sun, Thomas realised he knew exactly what love was.

Love was knowing that as long as you were happy, he was happy. Love was smiling just because he saw you smile, and love was knowing that nothing in the world would ever matter to him again as long as he could hold you in his arms for the rest of his life.

Thomas knew he was in love.

He was snapped from his reverie when his cheeks started to ache, the smile just from looking at you in all your ethereal happiness was overwhelming ad he raised a hand to rub at his sore cheeks, taking a few more steps forward and Newt was the first to notice him, his name being called out bringing everybody else’s chatter and activities to a stop as all eyes landed on him.

Minho shoved Gally out of the way roughly, collapsing into Thomas’ arms happily and he let out a soft ‘oomf’ at the impact of his friend, but hugged him back just as tightly, mumbling a ‘hello’ into his ear as he allowed Minho to wrap his arms even tighter around his form. With two fingers on his ear, Newt pulled him back, a coy smile on the blond’s lips as he looked at Thomas.

“Good to see you, mate.” His casual words made Thomas laugh, his head shaking as he hugged Newt, and checked he was okay. Brenda was next up, her arms wrapping around his neck as she held him, chastising him for being so stupid, and he knew it was her way of welcoming him home. To his surprise, even Gally had pulled him into a hug, his real name and not ‘greenie’ falling from the taller boys lips in an emotional welcome back, and Thomas had to suppress his joke about how soft the ex-builder really was.

He was offered reassuring pats on the arms from Sonya, Harriet and Aris as each other greeted him warmly and welcomed him back, cracking jokes and giving him soft smiles as they thanked him for saving their lives.

Finally, the crowd parted, allowing you to be revealed to him and the sun practically made a halo around your form, your face practically glowing as you looked at him and he felt those tars come back to his eyes as he took you in. A light sundress sat on your body, swishing around the middle of your thighs in the breeze, and you had traded out the jeans and long-sleeved t-shirts that protected you from the harsh sun rays to a simple dress that you could enjoy the comfortable heat in.

The neckline was lower than any of the high-cut shirts you’d always worn had been, and the necklace with his initial on sat against your skin, glinting in a perfect contrast as the light caught on it, clean and polished as it lay on your chest. His jacket, the jacket he had begged you to wear before they had gone into that battle was still hanging on your shoulders, swamping your form as it had been too big even for him, and you had rolled up the sleeves to expose your hands, the stains that had once covered it now washed out as you let it warm you happily, and keep you company for him while he was unconscious.

He barely had to take five steps until he was standing before you, and your mouth opened to speak to him, but he reached out, grasping the material of the denim jacket in both hands and tugging your forward and into his embrace as his lips crashed down onto yours.

You hummed against his mouth, your lips pushing back onto his just as passionately and he let his hands slipped down to your waist, fingertips digging into your flesh tightly, pulling you closer and closer to him as he bunched up the material in his hands in an effort to hold onto you, just needed to feel you with him. Your own hands landed on his body, one trailing up your chest as the other wove into his hair, and each time he pulled away for breath you could hear his ragged breaths, wet cheeks meeting yours as he immediately dove back into you, your noses bumping together and tilting to the sides as your mouths slid against one another slowly and passionately, conveying everything you had never gotten the chance to say.

The cheers and whooping of your friends in your ears made you snap back and your cheeks flushed red as you laughed gently, your face burying in Thomas’ chest and he brought a hand up to weave into your hair as he littered the top of your head with small pecks. Some of the flowers Sonya had so delicately placed fluttered to the ground as they were disturbed, and the other of his arms slid around your waist as he brought your body flush up against his.

When the group finally dissipated and you dared to pull your head back to look at him, his eyes were shining, the light catching on the flecks of gold and illuminating the whiskey into a warm honey-shade, swirling with emotions. Sliding the hand in your hair down to your cheek, he let the palm close over the side of your face and you leaned into his touch, his thumb tracing along the bridge of your nose, trailing across your lips gently as he memorised every inch of your features.

“I love you. I love you so goddamn much it hurts. A warzone was no place to tell someone that.”

Your jaw dropped, and he grinned cheekily, his head dipping down to let his mouth slant over yours, his tongue slipping between your lips in a deep and slow kiss, the muscle dragging against your own as they tangled together, his head beating furiously against his chest to match your own as your bodies pressed together once again. When the burning for oxygen once again became too much, he pulled away, smirking at your breathlessness and returning blush.

“Now, we can have a life together. I can love you the way you deserve to be loved, the way I want to be able to love you. Not only free, but.. happy and safe, the way you always wanted me to.”

He leaned down, pressing gentle kisses or your lips, and the tip of your nose before trailing them along your cheek and jaw nipping at your skin playful and you squirmed and giggled in his grasp, his arms still holding you flush up against him as you tried to free yourself, but he was never letting you go again.

“I have never, and I will never, love anybody but you.”

You teared up as he spoke, a hoarse laugh leaving you and you wiped at your eyes, a small cooing leaving his lips as he watched you, his nose dipping down to nuzzle and bump the tip against your own, your overwhelmed heart just bursting in your chest.

“I love you too, Tommy.” He hummed, a beam taking over his face as he pulled back to look at you.

“Say it again?” His request was simple and you bit your lip, nodding at him.

“I love you, Tommy.”

“One more time?”

“I truly, wholly, with every nerve, cell, and bone in my body, I love you, Thomas.” He let out a happy sigh at your words as his forehead came to rest against yours, both of your eyes fluttering closed and his breath washed over your lips. It was silent for a moment, and your arms looped around his torso the same way his were looped around yours, before a low laugh rumbled in his chest and you tilted your head back just enough to look at him, your eyebrows raised in a silent question.

“You better love me, I got shot coming back to save you.” You gasped in false offence, pulling back from him entirely as he leaned forward to kiss you, lips puckered as you backed away. Taking his hands from behind you back, you laced one of your hands with his, swinging them gently in the gap between your bodies.

“Yeah? Well, I got sent into the maze to save you once.” His eyebrows raised at you rebuttal, the two of you laughing as you guided him over to sit on the small blanket you had claimed as your own amongst the tall grass and flowers of the field.

“Mm, that you did. And I love you for it.” He mumbled, turning you around and placing a peck to your lips before you could shy away from him, but instead, you pushed back up, returning the gesture. You looked at him cheekily, a smirk on your lips as he took a seat beside you and you winked, a chuckle leaving him as you spoke, quoting him from only moments ago;

“You better.”

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years

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Brainwashed

MOVIE MAZE RUNNER

COUPLE NEWT X READER

RATING SWEET

I sat under the rock listening for the sound of the train on her horizon. I wanted nothing more for this whole plan to start so we could get it over without a hitch, we had to get them back.

Poor Minho, my best friend for so many years having been through so much together I can only imagine the merciless things they have done to him.

Sonya and Aris, even if I didn't know either of them too well… they still helped us and where kind to us I can only imagine the horrors the two have endured.

And y/n… I didn't dare to think what they had done to her. She was the sweetest thing in the world, I don't remember a time she didn't have a smile even if it was faint in the worst of times, I cared for her so much in the glade and the scorch I just didn't want her to be hurt. I'd give my life to see her again… even just for a moment, to tell her what I likely should have years ago.

I heard the train as well as the sound of Brenda and Thomas' cars. I listened to the gunshots and the train car slowly stopping. And I heard the whistle so I jumped up grabbing my stuff and heading over

"Come on newt we got about five minutes" Thomas says

"Okay, I'm going" I answered getting my goggles on and starting to cut the attachment to the car

"How's it coming?" Thomas yelled down

"Don't rush me!" I yelled back, as soon as we finished getting it off we rushed onto the top and connected up to the berg and headed off back to camp.

I stood nervously as they worked on getting the door open and after a couple of minutes it fell open and we quickly headed Inside, we saw some kids all of which we didn't know I saw Aris and Sonya so I smiled briefly to them and continued on but no minho and no y/n, I turned and glared to Thomas as he was the one who picked the train car I was happy Sonya and Aris where back but wicked still had minho and y/n. I stormed out hitting his shoulder as I went past him going and sitting on my bed.

Once we talked to Sonya and Aris we started trying to think of some other plans even if I mostly wanted to keep out of it, with my arm getting worse and worse I just wanted to see Minho and y/n one last time before I started to lose my mind.

"Newt!" Fry yelled as he ran into the room I share with him, Thomas and now Aris

"What's wrong?" I asked

"Brenda found something" he says

"Found what?" I asked

"I think you better see" he smirked so I followed him out to the edge of the camp where Brenda stood with her gun as did Thomas there was a man they had managed to restrain with rope he had a wicked uniform

"What's going on?" I asked

"Me and Brenda where heading out across the desert, we found a wicked transport" Thomas answered

"What were you and Brenda doing?" I asked curiously

"That doesn't matter newt" Thomas argued

"What were you doing?" I asked the wicked man

He wouldn't speak

"Answered the Brit" Brenda warned moving her gun faster

"Janson thought you might attack the train so I was told to go quiet with the transport to move her without anyone knowing, not even anyone in wicked" he explained

"Move her? Move who?" Thomas asked and it clicked it my head

"Move her? Move y/n! Of course" I sighed

"What are you talking about newt?" Fry asks

"I may hate janson with every bone in my body but I have to admit he's not an idiot. He knows no matter what we would never go anywhere with Minho and y/n…" I explain "minho and y/n were never in the train, they were never meant to be the train was meant to be a distraction, he puts Sonya and Aris up as the consolation prize without even the guarantee we would get them out. Fifty fifty chance we would get Aris and Sonya but while we work on the train they secretly and quietly move minho and y/n," I explain

"Where is she?" Thomas asked him

"Inside" he sighed knowone could stop me as I ran over to the transport and I saw her sat handcuffed to the chair in a little blue dress with her code on she looked strange she just stared into the distance unaware of anything

"Y/n! Oh my God y/n, thank God you're alright" I said hugging her tightly slightly crying and happy to see her.

She looked at me but in a way that seemed like she was looking through me, as if she didn't recognize me, she didn't know me. I unchained her but she didn't move. She just stayed exactly as she was.

"Y/n? It's me? It's newt… don't you remember me?" I asked her but she turned her head slightly to the side. She blinked twice and still made no expression or sounds.

"Where is my master?" She asked

"Master? Y/n What are you talking about?" I asked her she didn't answer she just turned back how she was before and she didn't move y/n come on I'm getting you out of here" I told her trying to tug her along but she wouldn't move so I sighed and picked her up like a bride and carried her out

"Something is wrong with her!" I told everyone else.

We sat down, all of us having a cup of tea as we sat looking at y/n. She just sat in the chair in her dress she barely blinked, and almost never moved unless someone else moved her. She didn't speak, she didn't remember any of us…

"What the fuck have they done to her?" I asked

"No idea, she looks like she in some sort of trance" Brenda suggested clicking her fingers in front of y/n but she didn't even react

"She said something in the transport...she asked where my master is? Any idea?" I asked

"You kids really can't work out what's wrong with her?" Vince laughed leaning on the wall

"No, what's wrong with her?" I asked

"It's something we saw with wickedness in the early years, honestly at some point you kids all looked like this too." He explained "what are your names?" He asks

"You know our names Vince, Thomas, Fry, newt" Thomas began

"Your real names? The ones before that? You don't remember. They can add chips to hide and stop you but a part of you will always know it's a lie, you won't believe if you've been forced to forget." He explained "so they forcefully change your head until you accept it, someone at wicked has changed her" he explained

"What for?" I asked

"Well… as janson was the one who wanted to have her moved secretly and given she keeps looking for her master it's uhh likely janson was using her" he explained

"Using? Oohh…" fry said as he worked out what Vince was talking about

"That bastard!" I yelled.

We found y/n a little bedroom away from everyone else as she still was struggling with everything going on. I spend a lot of my time with her trying to wake her out of what they had done with her, But to no avail.

She sat in her little dress on her bed still barely looking at me

"Y/n? Do you remember the night we left the maze?" I asked her she didn't respond "the night before we left I stood passing outside the door of your room for hours" he explained "I wanted to kiss you, I wanted to tell you I loved you, I thought we were going to die and even though I waited for hours I couldn't bring myself to go in" I explain "I don't know how many times I've wanted to kiss you, wanted to tell you how I felt, I wish want the girl I fell in love with back before… before I can't remember you anymore" I told her

"Master?" She asks

"No, y/n I'm not your master, knowone is your master your an amazing beautiful independent woman who used to beat me up all the time, Don't you remember punching winston because he accidentally held your butt" I laughed

"Master" she giggled nuzzling into my neck

"Uuuuhhh…. Y/n? What are you doing?' I asked her as she nuzzled closer and her hand stroking my arm

"Master" she giggled

"Uuuhhh…..y/n, wake up, snap out of it" I told her

"Master play with me" she giggled

"Maybe...if I do what you want I'll wake you out of it?" I asked more to myself

"Master" she giggled

"Ohh fuck it fine" I smirked kissing her…

I smirked holding her close both of us cuddling cosy under the covers,

"So you're feeling better?" I asked her

"Ummm much better, thanks for getting me out of that newt" she smiled nuzzling closer to me

"Your welcome my love" I smiled kissing her sweet lips.

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Secret injuries would be interesting for some good Flora angst

((Thank you for the suggestion and I’m sorry this is late! I already used the ‘Secret Injuries’ prompt for Rook and Bishop whump... so I decided to add this to my new series about Flora— Put Yourself Back In The Narrative. It still contains Flora whump and angst... Flora secretly misses the professor and Luke, but Kat helps her realise that she’s not alone in that regard! This also contains some criticism of Layton’s decisions during the Relics investigation from Flora’s perspective. I hope that’s ok!

Spoilers for the anime and most of the series below! It starts with Flora writing a couple of letters...))

Em,

It's a relief to hear that the agency aren't involved... I still can't believe the professor never mentioned them! After everything you and Uncle have told me, I hope we never cross paths with those vultures. Don't worry— I memorised Grosky's phone number and I made sure Fen and Kitty did too.

Though, at the same time, it's disappointing that we've you've exhausted another lead.

Where will you be investigating next? Is there anyone else who might hold a grudge against the professor? All of the people I can think of are in prison... well, except for one, but he wrote to me insisting he isn't the perpetrator. I'd be more inclined to believe him if he spoke to me in person!

Maybe you could come home and help us track him down? Kitty said she misses her favourite aunt!

And we could make up some better codenames while you're here.

You stay safe too!

Flora

To Our Wise Guardian,

Thank you for searching for our reclusive father and looking after our restless uncle.

I trust Miss Altava with my life. If she believes the agency aren’t to blame, then I believe her. I don't care what she did in the past anymore then I care about Uncle's past. She wants to find the professor just as much as he does.

Please remind Uncle of that, and don't let him burn down any trees. Climate change is a real thing.

If you aren't having any joy with the Azran sites, maybe you should take a break. (It sounds like Uncle needs it!) There’s a park just across the road from us where you could land the Bos airship.

Fen would love to talk to Uncle about this device he's been working on. And Kitty has been begging for some new books...

Until next time,

The Layton Clan

Dear Brenda & Clark,

We're doing alright here, though we'd be lost without Rosa!

Alfendi has been given some extra time to complete his end-of-year project. At Kat's last parents’ evening, her teachers said she can be quiet in class but other than that, they're pleased with her progress.

Yes, Grandma Lucille is home now— we went to visit her and Grandpa Roland the other day. I just received Kuri is still with her family in Japan.

I feel awful for Marina's family... Please tell them that they're welcome here in England as well. I'm sure that wherever they are, Luke will protect Marina with his life.

...Arianna mentioned Tony's wedding. We'll all have to go dress shopping together. Kat's already decided she wants a yellow dress. (You might have some competition, Brenda!) Can Clark help Al choose a suit? He's a nightmare to shop for!

We can't wait to see you both. If you need help with the move, just give us a call.

Love,

Flora, Al & Kat xoxo

Dear Arianna,

Don't worry about the late reply! You should see my desk— there are SO many letters I haven't even opened yet! I wish I really wish Luke was here. He’s so much more organised than I am...

I miss him too—

The ink was smudged from Flora’s tears. She tried to hide it by scribbling out the last line, but there was no saving the letter now. Sniffing, she crumpled the paper into a tight ball and threw it at her bedroom wall. She didn’t bother aiming for the overflowing plastic bin.

What a waste. If Alfendi or Kat had done that, she would have tutted at them. They couldn’t afford to be wasteful, even with the emergency savings their father had left them…

Flora squeezed her black fountain pen (a twenty-first birthday gift from the professor), wishing she could snap it in half.

He had planned for this. He knew he’d be gone for so long and there was a chance he would never return.

Flora hadn’t come to say goodbye to he and Luke the day they set off, but Rosa had.

“What’s the point in searching for the girl’s father, after all these years? Why take the risk? Don’t you love Kat, Professor!?”

Yes, of course he did, but he wanted to solve the mystery behind her family. Solving a puzzle about a bunch of rocks was more important than raising his daughter, apparently. He had adopted Kat and now he was leaving her behind.

Flora huffed out a tearful laugh. She, more than anyone, should have seen it coming. But she had believed (assumed) it would be different with Kat.

The professor had taken Kat in when she was a tiny baby. A baby couldn’t be left home alone or sent to school. Parenting was a full-time job (as Flora was well aware these days).

Luke had laughed when the professor first announced that he would be Kat’s father.

Everyone, Flora included, had expected the majority of responsibility would fall on Rosa. Or, in Rosa’s absence, another eager friend or family member. (Grandma and Grandpa Layton, Uncle Desmond, the Monte d’Or gang…) The babysitting offers came flooding in much faster than when Alfendi was little. A newborn baby was far more appealing than a grief-stricken child.

Flora would have helped look after her siblings even more, had she not been so busy preparing for university.

But, in the professor’s defence, he had refused to take on any new cases and he had reduced his work hours. When he couldn’t escape his office at Gressenheller, he would bring Kat with him.

He had chosen the name ‘Katrielle’. It was an unusual name, but it went well with ‘Alfendi’.

You would think eight-year-old Alfendi would be jealous of all the attention his new sister was receiving. It was quite the opposite. By spending more time with Kat, the professor spent more time with Alfendi; trips to the park, the library, the museum…

Flora would join them whenever she got the chance. Kat was the glue that brought them all together.

The professor had ‘officially’ adopted Katrielle Layton when she turned three. It seemed he had given up on finding her biological father…

And then Luke (Darn him!) had to stick his nose back in to the Relic Stones business.

He had married Marina in secret just so they could move to England without the professor’s knowledge. Consequently, Flora had been kept in the dark too.

That hurt. After all these years, Luke still didn’t trust her.

She could have assisted him with the investigation. She wouldn’t have told the professor…

Luke had shut her out, along with Marina. (Poor Marina…)

Thankfully, Marina had sought out the professor as soon as Luke went missing.

The idiot had gotten himself caught by Don Paolo. (Yes, a similar fate had befallen Flora once… when she was fifteen. Luke was twenty-five, trained in karate and he should have known better!)

After Luke’s rescue, he was dragged back to the Layton household for a family reunion. Flora had given Luke an earful— “YOU DIDN’T INVITE US TO YOUR WEDDING AND THEN YOU ABANDONED YOUR NEW WIFE?!!”—before she hugged him. She had thought that would be the end of the whole Relics fiasco.

She’d thought wrong.

The professor had gotten involved after that. Family outings were pushed aside in favour of the Relics Stones.

At Alfendi’s eighteenth birthday meal, the professor and Luke were trading research notes under the table.

Flora found a house with her girlfriend, Kuri. The professor never once visited them, despite Flora’s many invitations.

The day Luke left for his journey with the professor, Marina had called Flora, crying because she and Luke had fallen out. Flora had gone to comfort her. (That was the last time Flora had any contact with Marina.)

Flora didn’t blame Luke as much as the professor. Luke was a young man fresh out of university— reckless, full of heart and loyal to a fault. He had watched Kat’s birth mother die and now he wanted to scour the world for answers. But, as Arianna had said, the world was so vast…

When Kat was born, Luke had been a student— too young to look after a baby by himself. So, the professor had accepted the role of being Kat’s parent.

The professor couldn’t just adopt a child (three children) and run off ten years later.

Kat wasn’t a puzzle that needed to be solved. She was a little girl.

A girl who never stopped eating sweets, but enjoyed going to the dentist if they would give her a sticker.

A girl who still hoped Santa and the Easter Bunny were real, even if the Tooth Fairy was fiction.

A girl who practiced her dad’s ‘detective’ poses in the mirror.

A girl who didn’t like tea, but still insisted on drinking it.

A girl who could hold a heated debate with her older brother (eight years her senior).

A girl whose family couldn’t afford a dog, so she stopped to pet every stray she met on the street.

A girl who thought people would only befriend her because of her last name. A girl who feared those friends would leave her when they learned of her father’s absence.

A girl who dreamed about her dad every night and woke up in tears.

A girl who was always trying to make her big sister smile…

“Hey, Floor…?” Kat knocked on Flora’s bedroom door, but she didn’t wait for Flora to answer. She burst in to see Flora wiping her eyes. Kat wondered, “What’s for dinner?”

“I, erm… I thought we could have lamb stew,” Flora suggested, standing up from her desk chair.

“Lamb stew? That’s Uncle Luke’s favourite!”

It was actually roast lamb… Flora could feel her eyes burning again. She turned away from Kat and tidied her desk. “I’ll be down in a minute,” she said distractedly.

“I can help you clean up!”

“Don’t worry, Kat—“

“Have you been writing more letters…?”

Flora glanced at Kat. Kat was picking up the ball of paper that had missed the bin— Arianna’s letter. Flora gasped, “Don’t...!”

Kat, ever curious, smoothed out the letter and read it to herself. She frowned when she reached the end.

Flora sighed. “No one was meant to read that…”

Kat carefully placed the letter on Flora’s desk. “I miss him,” Kat mumbled. “And Dad…”

“I know…” Flora touched Kat’s head. “I do, too.” Her words were mainly intended to reassure Kat, but Flora meant it.

She missed them— both of them— so much. No matter how much they had pushed her away, she missed them and she wanted them back.

“That’s okay,” Kat whispered, reaching up to grab Flora’s hand. She tugged Flora out of her bedroom and downstairs to where Alfendi was impatiently setting the table for dinner.

Later, Flora would rewrite her letter to Arianna, signing off with:

…I miss him too. It’s okay if you ever want talk about it. I’ll be here.

Sincerely,

Flora

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Throwing Copper Extended Chapter Notes

2 / 5 The Queen of Lower Chelsea

Hyperlinks appear in blue (underlined on mobile). The story is posted here. Direct link to this chapter is here.

“You should think about getting the hell out of Dodge,” James said boldly. “What was it you said that night, before Devon called you for dinner at the winery? You wanted to get big enough so no one could hurt you. Don’t you think you’re well past that now? Do you really need every last little light in New York City? You should go with George, to whatever island he found in the Caribbean.”

Well, let’s get right to it, I guess. This chapter is named after “The Queen of Lower Chelsea” by The Gaslight Anthem. One way or another I was going to find a way to get a reference to this because there’s mention of a queen, New Orleans, and New York in the lyrics. James’ dialogue here borrows from the line: American girls, they want the whole world, they want every last little light in New York City.

“How did we get here?” she wondered. “With you being the one trying to pull me back from the ledge and asking where my respectable convictions went?“

The opening lyrics to The Get Up Kids’ “Holiday” are questions: What became of everyone I used to know? Where did our respectable convictions go?

I am of the opinion that the album this song is from, Something to Write Home About, is perfect from beginning to end. Any time I can refer to it, I do. Sometimes I have a bunch of random dialogue in mind before I start writing a chapter and I knew right away Teresa was going to say this. I think it’s fitting. I’d like for Teresa to have self awareness and recognition of what she’s gotten away from, whether that be good or bad.

It didn’t seem like it’d been so long ago when she was voicing her distaste and disapproval for the way James lived, for the things he’d had to do, so deeply ingrained in a world of criminal activity that was new to her. Teresa remembered how hollow his voice had been when he’d said that’s the wrong answer after he’d asked her what they should do about Lopez’s guy who tried to short them on payment and she’d said, with worry, to let him go. It was only the second time she’d worked with James, and she’d been naïve then. She’d been naïve still, months later when she told James he was a good person and that’s not who you are about cartel operations that ended with casualties—though she believed she was right about those things. But as she moved up, and in her quest for expansion, she’d burned bridges and done wrong, setting aside her inconvenient convictions. Teresa always told herself it was for survival, for the good of everyone around her. But there was a seduction to vengeance, and sometimes it was without guilt that the flames licked at her face and she chose wrath.

To look back at 1x03, it can really be seen how both James and Teresa have changed over time working with each other. First of all, the way he says “that’s the wrong answer” (0:56) is...somehow really appealing. Lol. And then you look at their body language and facial expressions throughout this scene, so different from the way they are as the series progresses.

To me, it seems they go through a role reversal of sorts, over time, because James gets softer and Teresa goes scorched earth.

“When I was summoned to Bolivia by El Santo, Pote gave me that card with the psalm on it. It was important to him, symbolic, because if I had it on me, it meant I’d be protected, and I’d be back,” Teresa explained. “So give me something. Something that matters. I’ll give it back.”

James was glad Teresa had that fire in her, that determination to get through anything. He was glad, too, that she could acknowledge she might be about to walk into the belly of the beast. But the cynic that he was, James thought they had a narrow shot at playing the meeting right without everything blowing up in their faces, and he didn’t think symbolism was going to change the outcome.

“Superstition isn’t going to save your life, Teresa,” James said.

This section indirectly calls back to “Throwing Copper” by Touché Amoré, the song the story is named after. It’s the last bit of the song: But if superstitions can give someone faith, then I’m throwing my wallet and begging for change.

James’ constant observation of flickering light in Teresa’s eyes can’t be the only call back to the title, right?

One of the first things James ever said to her was I’m not religious, whoever they stole this car from is after Teresa made a snide comment about the rosary hanging from the rearview mirror, as he’d raced against time to the airport. She remembered everything about her early interactions with James. She remembered his longer hair that was a little too perfectly messy—tousled. She remembered he spoke to her coldly and never smiled, even though his eyes were warm. She remembered when he’d covered for her, something he’d decided to do of his own volition, more than once, and how it helped her understand who he really was. She remembered seeing the chain against the skin of his neck, the necklace usually tucked under his shirt. She hadn’t seen the pendant until the night when Eric’s men followed them to the cemetery to retrieve Camila’s reserve money, and Charger had to pull a bullet out of James’ shoulder after the car they were in was shot up.

One of my first ideas for this story was Teresa asking for something valuable, to be returned, to “protect” her and make sure she was going to get out of the meeting okay. So I went back to something from the first season, something that the show’s wardrobe department has probably long forgotten about or lost in a box.

James’ necklace is actually visible in the very first shot he’s in ever, in 1x02, around 6:30 of the episode. It’s not tucked into his shirt. But then, in later scenes, still in the warehouse, it...disappears. He’s still wearing it though, because you can see the chain a little bit (2:29) while he’s waiting to go through the metal detector at the airport.

It’s visible again in 1x07, when he’s all bloody and has to get the bullet removed from his shoulder (0:20), and in 1x11 when he’s talking to Camila on the phone in the trailer (0:29).

And then we never see it again! It’s just absent in every other season. I don’t know why this bothers me so much, but it does. I guess I consider the accessories that characters have to be part of the world building and continuity.

So I wrote it in, gave it a backstory, gave it purpose. Yes, this is really the kind of thing that goes through my mind.

“Yes.” Teresa nodded. “Nothing comes cheap. Not even me.“

In this whole back and forth between Teresa and Devon, I like that it starts with him saying she doesn’t have a bargaining chip but she manages to turn it around on him. I imagine that canon Teresa would be able to do the same thing, too (after all, she makes the smart move to send Lil’ T to his mother in 3x05).

Anyway, this piece of dialogue is inspired by the bridge in “The Queen of Lower Chelsea”:

Well they say these days Nothing comes cheap And everything has a price Everyone has a price Nothing is free Not even me

In 2x01, Teresa says “everything in life has a price” when she and James are at Rolando’s memorial (a moment that’s also mentioned in the chapter) as she’d devastated about Brenda. Earlier in the chapter, regarding Oksana’s death, it’s mentioned that everything has a cost. So it’s all connected.

After a while, James closed the distance and touched her face. Teresa held her breath when he wiped under her eyes with the pad of his thumb. Then he held her jaw, his fingers at the back of her neck.

”You’re gonna be fine,” James said.

There’s this moment in 1x08, when James is talking to one of the hotel maids (0:56) for information. And she’s freaking out because the cartel is in her house. James wipes at her tears with his thumb. I find it to be a confusing moment because it’s like...is he doing it to calm her down? Is he doing it threateningly (the whole scene is pretty threatening anyway)?

But me, I’m like, yo, when do we get to see him do that to Teresa?

She was apologizing not only for pressing on his wound but for everything, preemptively, for the tough spots she put him in and for what she’d done that he didn’t know about yet. She really did know how to do a number on him, she thought, inflicting pain like a flame that burned him to let him know they were both still alive.

The last line is a reference to Bayside’s “Duality”: you’re the flame that burns me so I know that I’m still alive.

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Tell me, what is your favorite murder? This is one of mine. If you've been following me for a while you may have seen me post about it before, but I don't believe I've really gone in depth.

If you had seen David Brown on the street, it's unlikely that you'd even have noticed him. The middle aged man was short, flabby, his face was terribly scarred from acne, his hair was thin and always greasy, but he did have a couple of things going for him. David was a well off computer entrepreneur who invented a way of recovering lost information, plus he was a master manipulator. David Brown chose very young and pretty women to groom. He was capable of talking them into doing anything he wanted done - including murdering the people they loved the most.

Back in 1985 David was married to a 23 year old woman named Linda Marie Bailey Brown, and together the couple had a baby named Krystal. Linda had come from a very large impoverished family in which money and food were scarce; she felt that David had "saved" her. Soon after the wedding, Linda's baby sister, Patti, moved in with David as well. Patti was not much older than David's own young daughter, Cinnamon, who lived with her father more often than her biological mother, Brenda. 14 year old Cinnamon adored her stepmother and new baby sister, and 17 year old Patti became like a sister to Cinnamon as well. To anyone looking in The Browns seemed to be a big, happy blended family, but as we know things often aren't as they seem.

When Cinnamon and Patti were first informed that David had overheard Linda and her brother plotting to kill him, the girls didn't believe it. They didn't take the claims seriously, but David insisted; he said that Linda wanted him dead so that she could have David's wealth for herself. Over a period of several months David convinced the girls that Linda was going to have him murdered, and the only way to save David's life would be to attack first! David told Cinnamon and Patti that he was too old, too frail, and too sickly to commit murder; plus, if he were to be busted, he'd never survive prison. If the girls really loved him, they'd murder Linda and keep him safe! David and the girls went over various murder scenarios until one was finally decided on. It was decided that Cinnamon should be the one to physically pull the trigger, since she was the youngest and wouldn't receive any serious prison time. David convinced his naive teenaged daughter that she'd be given nothing but a slap on the wrist, and sent home after murdering her stepmother. It was a small price to pay for saving the life of her beloved father.

During the night of March 18th, 1985, David Brown ventured into the bedroom where where both Cinnamon and Patti were sleeping. He declared, “Girls, it has to be done tonight.” Both teenagers knew exactly what David meant. Cinnamon followed the instructions which her father had given; the teenager downed multiple handfuls of pills, stumbled into the master bedroom where her beloved stepmother lay sleeping, and she shot Linda in the chest. Within a matter of seconds, little Krystal began to cry, and Patti ran to grab the baby. Linda was still alive and gurgling, so a sobbing Cinnamon aimed her pistol and shot once again. Once Linda was dead, the teen ran to a doghouse in the backyard where she collapsed; Cinnamon passed out, but not before violently vomiting up much of the medicine she'd ingested.

While his daughter and young sister in law were home doing his dirty work, David was busy securing himself an alibi. He'd driven to a late night convenience store and picked a fight with the store clerk, ensuring that no one could question his whereabouts. After enough time had passed, David returned home and summoned the police. Both he and Patti immediately blamed Cinnamon; they described her as an angry, vindictive, mentally ill teenager who truly hated her stepmother. Investigators searched everywhere for their suspect, but it was daylight when they finally found her laying inside the doghouse. There was a note pinned to the girl which read, “Dear God, please forgive me. I did not mean to hurt her”. Investigators have stated that they had a difficult time likening the girl David had described to the one they found laying on death's doorstep that morning.

As soon as she regained consciousness, a remorseful Cinnamon admitted to killing Linda; then, after speaking with her father, the teenager suddenly changed her tune. She suddenly had amnesia, Cinnamon claimed to remember absolutely nothing. As for David, police suspected him from the very get go; the man's behavior was completely off. After coming home from the convenience store David had not run into the bedroom to check on his wife, which is the first thing you'd do, right? He didn't seem too heartbroken that Linda was dead, or that his own little girl was responsible. But David's alibi was rock solid; unless Cinnamon decided to talk, there was nothing they could do. Cinnamon was found guilty of Linda's murder, and she was remanded to the California Youth Authority.

While Cinnamon lived in misery, taking the blame for everything, her father was living it up! See, David had taken out quite a substantial life insurance policy on his wife; after her murder David purchased a beautiful half million dollar home in Orange County, and guess who was still living with him? Patti, of course! It would be easy to blame Patti for some of this, but considering the fact that David had been grooming her from such a young age (he'd begun physically abusing this girl when she was just 11 years old) Patti was really nothing more than another victim. After Linda was killed, Patti took on the role of her big sister; she helped raise her niece as her own, secretly married David, and together they had a baby girl. Patti was forced to lie to everyone, she had to claim that the father of her baby had left her when she turned up pregnant. Not that this was in any way possible as Patti was not allowed out of David's sight!

Had David continued visiting Cinnamon in jail, if he hadn't tried to cut her out of his life, it's very likely she'd have stayed under his spell forever. After Cinnamon was found guilty of murdering Linda, David discontinued the visits with his daughter, he didn't write or tell her what was going on with him, and when he moved David didn't even bother giving Cinnamon his new address or phone number! Cinnamon had to call an answering service just to get in touch with her daddy! When Police told Cinnamon about the beautiful new home with the pool, the new cars her father was driving, and the fact that Patti's new baby looked an awful lot like David, Cinnamon finally decided to talk. She told them everything, agreed to convince both her father and step sister to visit her in the correction center, and Cinnamon was going to wear a wire. Over the telephone Cinnamon told David that she was ready to tell the truth, which was good enough a reason for he and Patti to visit the prison. David did his best to sweet talk Cinnamon into keeping her mouth shut, he even told the girls that they needed to swap places! Patti should take Cinnamon's place at prison while Cinnamon came home - because that's how it works, right? Though he did not admit to orchestrating the murder, after a few visits police had enough to arrest Patti and David.

Patti had been manipulated by David for so many years that she didn't know how to survive without him, she even attempted to commit suicide in his prison cell. Patti may have remained closed lipped by his side forever, had her own best friend not admitted that she'd been having an affair with David! Matter of fact, David had done his best to talk this friend into killing Patti, he had taken out a life insurance policy on her as well! Upon learning of this betrayal, Patti awoke from her spell. She finally admitted to her crimes, and Patti worked with investigators to bring David to justice.

While in prison awaiting trial, David cozied up to a badass biker and hitman named Richard Steinhart; Richard was hired to be David's bodyguard, and soon the manipulator began talking to his new best friend about the people in his life who needed to die. David offered to pay Richard a rather large sum of money if Patti, the case's lead investigator, and a couple others were murdered. While Richard agreed to do David's bidding, he was secretly wired up and working with police. Thankfully David couldn't manipulate Richard the way he had all of the young girls throughout his life.

In September of 1988 David was finally tried for the murder of Linda Bailey Brown. It wasn't until Cinnamon was on the stand that she realized how close she'd come to death on the night of Linda's murder. In all reality, David had planned to kill two birds with one stone. Matter of fact, the pills had been a second choice for David; this father had done his best to talk his 14 year old into shooting herself in the head after murdering her stepmother! But just a little bit; he had wanted Cinnamon to "knick herself" in the head with the bullet! Cinnamon had refused, thank goodness, and they had compromised on the pills; still, with the amount that she'd ingested, Cinnamon should have died.

With the testimony from Cinnamon and Patricia, David was found guilty of masterminding his wife’s murder. He was convicted of murder, setting up his own daughter to take the fall, and for hiring Richard to commit multiple murders.

Even with all the proof of what he'd done, David steadfastly maintained his innocence until the day he died in March of 2014; he lived to be 61 years of age. As for the young ladies, Patti was paroled in 1995, at the age of 23. She married a corrections officer, fought to gain custody of Heather, and then she gave birth to twin boys. It seems she's doing well. As for Cinnamon, she had received her Associate of Arts degree while incarcerated. In 1991, at the age of 21 Cinnamon was set free; she married, and has had a couple of children. Cinnamon has done her very best to live her life in complete anonymity; aside from the photo I'm sharing you can hardly find any trace of her anywhere, though she did make the news after her husband committed suicide. I have hunted down her fb page and she seems to be doing very well today; as much as I'd love to share her info I do not wish to cause her any extra stress. She seems well, and is surrounded by her own beautiful children, living in California. Then there's Linda and David's daughter, baby Krystal. She is very easy to find as she's made her presence well known on social media; she seems to be a very sweet person who has endured quite a lot in her life. After David went to prison, Krystal was sent to live with David's parents. Her grandparents never wanted her to know that her father had played a part in her mother's murder as they felt their son had been wrongly convicted. Krystal tells of the moment she realized what her father had done, someone gave her a book about the crime. Her grandparents have since passed away, leaving Krystal alone. Today she is a mother herself, and has reached out to both her sister and her aunt; she has met with Patti, and is still holding out hope that she will get to know Cinnamon in the future.

• This is one of those cases that just pulls you in, you come to care for those involved. I know I'm not the only person who feels that way about these people. The book which Ann Rule wrote about this case, "If you really loved me" is beyond excellent. It is the only true crime book I've read multiple times; yes, it is that good. One chilling aspect, it's said that the house in which Linda was killed is now haunted - in the newer versions of the book there's a photo of the ghost believed to be Linda Bailey Brown! There is also a 3 hour movie, "Love, Lies, Murder" which is also extremely well done. I'll link you, or you can search it on YouTube but keep in mind that it is told from Patti's point of view. I can also link Krystal Hinton's YouTube channel, in case anyone is interested.

Love, Lies, Murder:

https://youtu.be/X29Iio0uEnk

Krystal's YouTube channel:

https://www.youtube.com/user/TheKrystalPegasus

#true crime #crime story #California #murder #killer kids

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shannendoherty-fans · 3 years

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People, November 9, 1992

Nobody's Pussycat

By Tom Gliatto. Photos by Neal Preston.

Ever Outspoken, Shannen Doherty Defends Family Values, Her Turf on Beverly Hills, 90210—and Her Rowdy Reputation in Hollywood.

Second issue: What has become of the youngest of her dogs, a rottweiler named Jake? Doherty has arrived home, at her three-bedroom house in Beverly Hills, expecting to find golden retriever Sally gone (her dad was going to slop by to take her to the vet's), but now only black Lab Penelope is here to greet her. And why is there blood around the hack patio? Unnerved, Doherty phones her parents. No luck. She calls the vet. Gets the machine. Perhaps this is not the ideal moment for Doherty to sit down with a visitor and size up that delicate first issue. She chooses an armless chair in the living room and takes out a cigarette. She smiles, but it is not a happy smile, and her fingers shake as the match reaches the cigarette. "Yeah," she says, exhaling smoke with her sigh, "you've really caught me on a good day."

"People think I'm a bitch," she says with a shrug. "There was a group of four girls at Torrance High, when; we film the show, and they walked by and said, 'Oh, what a bitch!' You can walk away from that, but you really want to turn around and say, 'Why?' " She can give you a couple of whys, actually. "The tabloids make up stuff," she says. "Somebody will call [the tabs] up and say, They're yelling at each other on the [90210] set,' and they will turn around and make it 10 times worse," Doherty says. And maybe, she reasons, the tabloids pick on her. specifically, because "I'm a strong woman. There are still some people out there who can't deal with that."

Aaron Spelling, whose company produces 90210, describes her as "the best young actress I've seen in a long time," and has no problem with Doherty or her manner. "She is a very honest person who wears her emotions on her sleeve," he says. "If you ask her a direct question, she'll give you a direct answer." For instance, Doherty isn't afraid to tell friend, costar and daughter-of-the-boss Tori Spelling if she's wearing the wrong blouse. "Of all my friends, Shannen is the really honest one," says Tori, one of the few 90210ers who talked about her. Doherty's comments are "all meant in the best way," she adds. "But I can see [her reputation] hurts her feelings a bit." If so, Doherty is not about to expose her wounded heart in public. And why should she? Her image hasn't hurt her endorsement power (she does ads for Gitano jeans). "I'm not saying I don't have my moments of bitchiness," Doherty says, not defensively at all, "because everybody has them. But it's never for no reason. I think that life is short, you should live it and be happy. I've always been a ballsy kid," she adds. "I know it pisses some people off, but isn't the end result much better?"

In fact, Doherty, who won her first series role when she was 11 (she played Jenny Wilder on Little House: A New Beginning), thinks her "bitch" reputation started with 1989's cull black-comedy movie Heathers (in which she was one of the three nasty title teens). Doherty says she let a behind-the-cameras player on that film know, in no uncertain terms, that she didn't approve of an extramarital affair he was conducting with an extra. "It was the first time I actually saw somebody take advantage of the extras," she says. "He knew I disliked him, and he was the first person to call me a bitch." In the past year, though, she also earned the enmity of prince of sarcasm Dennis Miller when she appeared on his short-lived talk show and embarrassed him by teasing him for not being at ease. (Her photo, tacked up backstage, was subsequently defaced with a devil's horn and goatee.) And would Peter Duchow, who produced her recent TV movie Obsessed, like to work with Doherty again? "How much are you going to pay me?" he asks. He notes that she was late to the set several times ("Professionals," he says, "make an absolute effort to be on time") but then clarifies: "Like a lot of talented people, she has mood swings. Hers are perhaps a lot more exaggerated than others. And any 21-year-old is difficult to work with. She has to learn some lessons that everybody has to learn." Then there was the headline-grabbing flap at this year's Emmys show. The day before the ceremony, Doherty dropped out of presenting an award with John Stamos of Full House and 90210 costar Jennie Garth. "She was a colossal pain in the ass," says Walter Miller, who produced and directed the program. There have been numerous explanations of that pain. Initially a spokesperson said that she was suffering from bronchitis. Miller, who refers to Doherty as "a barracuda," thinks she was unhappy that Garth was given the opening line of Emmy dialogue—even though Doherty would have announced the winning name. But Doherty says she was upset that the entire 90210 cast was not given tickets to the ceremonies. "I just said, "This is ridiculous, our cast can't go,' " she explains. " 'I just don't understand that.' " Doherty's manager, Mike Gursey, says he yanked her from the telecast because "tiny" promises about her role, including what category she would present in, went unfulfilled.

Having offended the gods of Hollywood, though, the young "barracuda" arrived in tears al a luncheon the day of the Emmys, reports Aaron Spelling, "afraid even one would be mad at her." If so, it was a rare display of public insecurity from a young woman who, says her father, Tom, 48, "has always been self-assured." Shannen was born in Memphis, the younger of two children (her brother, Sean, 25, is a USC law student) and, on her mother Rosa's side, the latest in a long line of Southern Baptists. Shannen's conservative upbringing may have something to do with her public displeasure over 90210's Brenda's losing her virginity last year ("We have a whole cast that is sexually active," she complained in one interview); her disgust with that unnamed. womanizing Heathers crew member; and her August appearance at that feast of family values, the Republican National Convention, at which she led the Pledge of Allegiance. ("I don't think Clinton would be any different than Bush," says Doherty, a Jack Kemp supporter, "except maybe he'd do a hell of a lot worse.") Growing up in the male-dominated South, though, had its drawbacks. "I saw how women were treated," she says, "and I wasn't going to be treated like that." In fact, she seems to have a Scarlett O'Hara, I'll-never-go-hungry-again tenacity, developed after her family moved to the comfortable Palos Verdes neighborhood of Los Angeles when she was 6. Her father had bought a trucking firm, but within a few years the business collapsed. "Shannen has seen both sides of the coin," says her dad, now a mortgage consultant. "We lived in a prestigious area, with an ocean view. Then we had the rug pulled out from under us. There was a time when the doorbell would ring and it might be the utility man there to cut off the power." The experience seared Doherty. "People think, 'She's sitting up there in a nice house and has money,' " Shannen says of herself, suddenly irritated. "Somebody said that to me last night, and I got really pissed off. My parents went from having money to having nothing, to eating rice every single day."

As Tom Doherty's company was sinking, his daughter was getting into another business—acting. Initially, Shannen tagged along when Sean tried out for a church production. In short order, she went on to play Sneezy the dwarf in Snow White, also at church ("I hammed it up"), and by age 10 she was doing commercials for Pepsi. Her big break came in 1982, when she did a voice for the animated feature The Secret of NIMH. Then Michael Landon hired her for Little House. "That show changed my life," says Doherty. "Michael Landon was the one who said to me, 'Always slick up for yourself. Never let anybody walk all over you. Be a strong woman.' " The principal of the Baptist school she attended after her stint on Little House paid the price for Landon's advice. "I hated that school," says Doherty, her voice turning sharp again. "It was very repressed. They thought that dancing was evil, and I disagreed. I organized a big dance, and the principal called me in. He wasn't pleased. He had his Bible out there on his desk and told me how God would punish me. I flipped through his Bible and found references to people dancing and rejoicing. I said to him, 'It clearly shows they danced and rejoiced. Just what the f—is wrong with you?' " Her father had reservations about Shannen and show business, but he supported her in her fight at the school, which she left alter a year. She finished her studies at the Lycée Français, a private school in L.A. (by then, the family was back on its feet financially). "Shannen believed in something," says her dad, who didn't know beforehand about the prohibition on happy feet. "She did nothing wrong." The family was less approving when she left home at 18 and moved in with a 31-year-old boyfriend (who had told her he was 28). "I wanted so much to be on my own," she says now. "I wanted to prove I could do things myself". But the boy friend turned out to be involved with drugs. "And I tried drugs and drinking," says Doherty softly. "I was drinking up a storm. Cocaine was something that I tried and didn't really like. It was more the lifestyle I was into. Every single night I was out clubbing and drinking. It was a bad scene." This went on, she estimates, for six months and ended—with a shock—the night her boy-friend struck her. "I just remember one slap across the lace." she says, "and I was out of there." She went across the street to a convenience store, phoned her parents and went home. She has since bought and moved into her own place, but remains close lo her parents. She was there for her father in 1983 and again in 1990 when he suffered strokes (his right side is now slightly paralyzed). "She has done the single most important thing lo help my recovery," he says. "She makes me laugh." It was in 1986. while playing Kris Witherspoon on her second NBC series, Our House, that Doherty first caught the attention of an influential member of the viewing audience named Tori Spelling. Tori also liked Doherty in Heathers and recommended her to her father. Doherty got the 90210 job on a Wednesday, started work on a Monday, and now she's so famous she needs a dog to protect her when she goes jogging.

(The dogs! What about those dogs? Every time the phone rings, Doherty hops up and runs off to answer, only to return with a look of dejection—no news.) Doherty doesn't deny that she may have earned her reputation for being tough in the early days of 90210. "I always stood up for the right causes, but I don't think I was always diplomatic," she says. "But recently I have learned lo be diplomatic." That hasn't prevented the occasional on-set misunderstanding—like the time recently when the day's shoot ran past midnight and Doherty announced (with the producers' permission, she says) that it was time to go home. She suspects Jennie Garth may have resented that show of authority. "I don't think Jennie was very happy," she says. At any rate, she adds, their friendship has suffered—and the Emmy business didn't help. "There's some weird tension there," she says. "We haven't really talked about what happened. But Jennie is a great girl, and this is something that can be worked on." There are no complaints from Jason Priestley, who plays Doherty's brother, Brandon. "All of the stories about Shannen are so blown out of proportion," he says. "She's a very intelligent young woman who isn't afraid to speak her mind. I really enjoy working with her. We have a good relationship on-and offscreen."

For the past year, Doherty's primary offscreen relationship has been with Chris Foufas, 25, a Chicago-based real estate manager. They met through a friend of Foufas's (in fact, she was dating the friend at the time). They announced their engagement earlier this year, but now it has been called off. "He is a wonderful man whom I love very much," says Doherty, "but I'm 21, and it's not exactly the right time to gel married. Friendship has taken over the romance.' " Marriage hasn't been completely ruled out, she says. And "if he goes out with another girl, it's [only] because he's bored." Now as to the famous night on the town with Marky Mark. Doherty maintains that they were not on a date—it was just a friendly foursome that included 90210 costars Green and Spelling. Someday, Doherty may have her own rock-and-roll groupies to distract her. A big fan of U2, Guns N' Roses and Pearl Jam (she would love to meet lead singer Eddie Vedder), she enjoys toying with the idea of having her own band. The basic career plan, of course, is to land some movie roles alter 90210, but Doherty says, "I gel into these modes of sitting in my house writing poetry that could be converted into songs."

She pauses to light another cigarette and inhales, turning her head toward the sound of a car door slamming and the scuttle of approaching paws. Sally comes bounding in, and Tom Doherty enters carrying Jake, the dog's back paws wrapped in bandages. Shannen's father explains that when he arrived to take Sally to the vet, he found Jake in the pool. The pup had fallen in and was frantically clawing the pool trying to get out. "He looks so funny," Shannen says. "I'm so relieved!" She pats him on the head, and he regards her contentedly. You will never hear a bad word from Jake about Shannen Doherty.

*** 💜♀️International Women's Day♀️💜

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riofann · 4 years

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Rio Random

You don’t know how long you have been standing there but you watch as their body language speaks for them. You hear some words but you can’t really tell what they are talking about it’s loud at the house. An involuntary sharp breath is taken when you see him push her hair back.

“Y/N?” Your head snaps towards the direction of your name “Hey!” Marie a long time acquaintance walks over to you looking cheerful “I haven't seen you in so long” she comments

You force out a smile “Hey Marie! how are you?” you ask leaning into the hug

“I’m good! how are you wow look at you!” she compliments

You smile and look down at yourself “thanks you look good too!”

“We should hang out sometime”

“Yea! Yea text me!”

“Yea definitely! I gotta run my boyfriends waiting for me.” She gives you another quick hug “I just wanted to say ‘Hi’”

“Oh okay” you don't wait till she walks away before your eyes are trained on them but this time they are looking at you smiling. Trying to play it cool.

You march towards them and their smiles drop they knew they were caught. Without a word you start grabbing your things

“Y/N” Krystal calls to you sounding apologetic

“Excuse me” you say as you push past her and Rio

Rio shoots Krystal a mug pissed that she decided now was the for this conversation. He’s close on your tail as you walk out the door calling your name.

“Y/N!” he calls to you

You spin around so fast he almost runs into you “WHAT?”

“Its not...”

You don’t want to hear anything he has to say so you cut him off “Why not her huh Rio?” you ask repeating the words Krystal said to him “why not her Rio why Me?” You didn't even know what the context was but you could only imagine and your mind was doing circles trying to make sense of it

He’s calm and puts his hands in his pockets “Its not what it looks like”

You feel like slapping him its almost like he was un-phased by your emotions “Then what is it? I mean I get it we aren't a couple” you start to gesticulate with your hands “and this thing doesn't really have a label but” you scoff “for someone who “didn't know” Krystal you sure don't mind touching her!”

“Y/N!” You hear Krystal’s voice approaching you.

You put your finger up for to stop talking

“We were just talking” she tries to reason as she approaches you

“About what?” you ask looking at Rio

They both remain silent, but Krystal keeps looking over at Rio almost as a guidance on how to react or not

“What?” you pause to catch a breath you were getting riled up “is this some sick joke between both of you?”

“No its not....” she struggles to find the words “Its...uh”

“So why not her huh Rio i mean what was that all about?”

“Nothing he was just” she tries answering for him and he scowls at her

You cut your eyes at her “i didn't ask you so shut the fuck up!”

You turn to look at Rio and he stands there with an expressionless face.

You nod understanding that he wasn’t going to respond to you “Perfect!” you say before you walk away.

It's not like you didn't have an idea about who Rio is or what he does. But for both of them to lie to you and pretend that it was though that they met it each other through you is what you didn't understand. If they knew each other from before why not just admit it? What were they hiding?

Even after he calls you multiple times you refuse to talk to him. Damage control wasn’t really going to work on you. Roughly 2 months pass before you see him again. You were with your Aunt Brenda at the country club near her home accompanying her to a charity event taking place. If you can describe your aunt she was just like Blanche Devereaux from Golden Girls but don’t get her started on the show, cuz she swore up and down they stole her personality.

You both sit near the front of the court watching the tennis players play. There were 2 separate events Golf and Tennis and she opted for Tennis because walking around in the summer heat watching golf wasn't something she wanted to do.

She’s cheerful probably from the mimosas shes had, bubbly and talking to everyone around her. She’s never met a stranger is what you always say, it was partially true.

You stop breathing and your heart palpitates faster when you watch him walk onto the court.

“Ooh who is that?” Aunt Brenda comments a widow on the prowl she would catch anything that glimmered at her periphery

You pull your straw hat down a little further and look away and down for the majority of the time he plays. When the games end you're glad hoping to make a beeline for the car.

“Well that was fun!” she comments

“Yea!” you say as you people watch she had been chatting with friends and you drove her here so it’s not like you could just leave her without her knowing anyway.

A younger man walk by her, he smiles at her and she fans herself “whoo if i was younger!”

“You're only as old as you feel” you comment looking around you feel paranoid he has to be around the corner I mean you were mingling with the players

“You're right!...Hey! how about we eat here! Instead of driving across town again?” she suggests when no one else comes up to say hi

“Uh sure” you say looking around for the nearest exit

“Come on follow me”

You both walk inside and you find your way to the eatery

“Hi Mrs. Richmond how are you?” the hostess greets her with a bright smile

“I’m good Ashley you look cute today! Can i get a table for 2?”

“Thank you! Sure! let me see”

“Make sure it's somewhere I can see everybody... you know me” she winks

“Yea!” Ashley giggles at the inside joke as she looks at the seating chart she picks up two menus “right this way”

You both follow Ashley to the table by the windows it was great spot you could actually see the whole room. It was kind of full and the tables around you were filled with families you're thankful because that meant he would have a harder time spotting you, seeing that your back was to the door anyway at least that's what you thought.

You and Aunt Brenda both look at the menus deciding what would be the best cure for hunger after seating in 90 degree weather for half the morning well into mid afternoon

“I don’t know i’m thinking a crisp salad with fruit will be good but hell i want something savory” she comments

“Yea i feel the same way” you agree “the sandwiches sound interesting they could be savory with fries”

“I’m looking at this salmon” she looks up at you “Oooh! someones coming sit up!” she snaps her fingers at you

You do so out of habit she was always for sitting proper and being dainty, you glance back and feel your stomach drop it was Rio making his way towards you. You shoot him a half smile and turn to face your aunt bracing yourself for the conversation to come

“Ladies” he speaks his voice sounding like music to your ears it felt like a long time had passed since you last heard it

“Oooh hi” she says immediately smitten over his voice she daintily reaches her hand out “how are you I’m Brenda this is my niece...”

He grabs her hand and shakes it rubbing his thumb over it “Y/N” he turns to face you while finishing her sentence

She looks between you two shocked “You two know each other?”

“Yea Aunt Brenda this is Mr. Rio”

“Mr. Rio” she giggles “call me Brenda.... WOW! Y/N! you naughty thing you didn't tell me that you knew him all that pinning i was doing watching him play”

You smile” uh i didn't know if it was him really playing” you lie

You are all quiet for a moment before Brenda interjects “You wanna join us?”

“Sure if you don't mind” Rio comments looking at you not really caring about Brenda

“Yea its fine!”

“Y/N move!” she says gesticulating for you to stand up

“What?”

“Switch seats” she explains wanting you to sit in the seat middle you sigh as you shuffle over to the right Rio pulls out your chair

“Such a gentleman” Brenda comments and you refrain from rolling your eyes

“Thanks”

“So!” she leans over perking her bosom giving all her attention to Rio “how do you two know each other?”

You didn't know how to describe your friends with benefits relationship “We met via a friend” you say

“Oh okay tell me about yourself Mr. Rio” she says taking a sip of her water

He smirks leaning back on his seat “you can just call me Rio...what do you want to know Brenda”

Brenda blushes “well Rio first that tattoo... did it hurt?” she can’t take her eyes off it

He takes a sip of water and the muscles in his neck only accentuate the tattoo more “A little” he says flirts back

“Ooh” she fans hereslf taking a sip of water “i need to find the waiter” she says looking around “he needs to bring another pitcher of water im getting dehydrated here that voice!”

“OKAY BRENDA!”

Rio laughs throwing his head back

“What? that voice that tattoo that face mmmm!”

“BRENDA!” you scold looking at her

“Wha?” she looks at you innocently

“Can you” you shake your head don't mind her

“Nah i don't mind at all” he smiles

Things are quiet again and you and Rio sit staring at each other

“Well i’m gonna go to the bar get us some drinks. Moscow mule for you I know Rio can i get you anything?”

“Nah ’m good with water thanks”

“Okay you two behave”

“Yea” you say glancing up at her

“Shes fun!” he says chuckling at her looking back and winking at him

“She’s a trip” you say shaking your head at her comment “what can I help you with Rio?” you ask cutting to the chase

“You look good” his voice drops lower

“Thanks!” you try not to blush “didn't know you played tennis. Played well” you hope to change the direction of the conversation

“Thanks. I called you” he points out your lack of answering his calls

“I know I was busy at the time”

He nods accepting your excuse “we need to talk”

“No we don’t.... about what?”

“I'm sure you got questions for me”

“You're not gonna tell me the truth anyway, so what's the point?”

“Try me” he challenges leaning forward

You sigh “no” you were defeated

“What?” he says noticing the expression on your face

“Was i just a pawn in your game of chess?.... like you didn't care about me?.....At all?”

He holds a puzzled look “Where’d you get that from?”

“I” you take a deep breath “nevermind”

He sees Brenda coming back and stands up “i gotta go call me sometime”

“I don’t even have your number you call me on blocked all the time”

“Check your phone” he says as he walks away and when you do you have a new message with a simple text of ‘call me’

“Where's he going?” Brenda asks as she approaches the table

“He had to go” you answer

“Why’d you let him leave?”

“What was I supposed to hold him down?!”

“Yes! now i have no eye candy” she says pouting

“I'm sure you’ll find someone”

“You're right” She turns to face you and looks at you for awhile before saying “so are you wanna talk about what's going on between you two?”

“Not really” you respond looking down

“Come on you can tell me I'm your Aunty Brenda”

You sigh she was right you would often go to her when you had relationship problems and you're actually consider telling her how you got to this point.

Even after having his number you still opt to not call him. Every time you get ready to you stop yourself remembering how you both got to this point and figure it's best if you don't even open that can of worms.

Another month passes before you two run into each other. This time at a dive bar that's kinda how you two met anyway at a bar.

“So Mike tells me he wants a threesome for his birthday!”

“What?!” you say snapping back into the conversation with your best friend Mia

“Yea! that is what i said WTF right?”

You take a sip of your drink “Wow so what are you gonna do?”

“He can kick rocks unless he wants to find me another man to fuck”

You both erupt in laughter knowing it would never happen

You spend the majority of the night talking about life before your bladder is threatening to embarrass you, is when you get up and go to the bathroom.

“I gotta go pee!” you say jumping from the bar stool

“Go! Go!” she shoos you away putting her foot on your stool to save it

You walk hastily across the bar and find the bathroom a mini line with one person in front of you.

When you finally get to pee it feels like heaven on earth. And feel like you can finally breathe. It was such a relaxing feeling to pee when you had been drinking.

There's a knock on the door

“Just a minute!” You say loudly hoping they can hear you through the loud music

You finish your business and go to wash your hands when the person knocks again “GIVE ME A MINUTE!” You scream this time but when the knock happens again you're convinced this person was a true dick and you yank the door ready to have an argument only to see Rio standing on the other side

“Really” you say unamused “excuse me” you go to walk past him but like true Rio nature he backs you into the bathroom instead locking the door behind him

“What do you want?” you snap

“Wow no hi”

“Hi Rio you look good i hope life is treating you well!... what. do. you. want?”

He smirks at your sarcastic tone “You supposed to call me”

“Yea i didn't want you lying to me anymore”

He sucks his teeth “how you know i was gon’ lie”

“Ummm well lets see I know absolutely nothing about you. Oh besides the fact that you play tennis I’m sure your name isn't even Rio. You and Krystal have or had something going on that involved me and unbeknownst to me you were both playing me like a fiddle!”

He chuckles

“Is this funny to you”

“Yea kinda” he says stepping closer to you

You scoff “of course” you go to walk away from him but he steps in your way

“Nah I’m not done talking” he looks down at you

“What do you want to talk about?” you separate yourself from him, you couldn’t be around him, the cologne the voice,

He says nothing and just looks at you

“You wanna tell me it comes with the territory and i should know these things by now? I do i also know you probably have 10 other girls waiting for you to call so it's not a big deal I’m not a big deal I don't see why you're insisting on resolving things with me!”

Truth be told he did try to get over you and move on but he found himself thinking about you more often than not

“Krystal isn't who you think she is”

“And you choose now to tell me that? I kinda figured when you two were looking like exes at the party”

He takes in a deep breath and watches you

“ Do you know what it's like Rio. I’m completely exposed to you. You know everything! Everything! the good things, the bad things, things I will take to the grave with me things that I don't even want my parents to know about and majority of it i told you, the others you have your “connections” yet I don't even know your name. And then you and Krystal have something going on I don't know what. I don’t get how I’m tied into all of it.”

He still says nothing and looks at you expressionless jaws tight

“Are you just gonna stand there and say nothing?” His apathy was really getting to you “........What was i a facade or something”

“Nah”

You sigh and throw your head back the liquor getting to you “I can't do this i just” you reach for the door knob and he backs up against it “can you please” you plead with him, he bits on his lower lip he looks like he’s thinking about what to say next but instead he slowly stands straight, his eyes boring a hole into you as you leave the bathroom

“Wow that took you long!” Mia comments its been close to 20 minutes

“Yea i ran into someone”

“Who?”

“That guy” your new nickname for him

“What?” she said confused “ohhhh Rio”

“Yea” you say taking a sip

“What hes here?” she says looking around

“Yea don't make it obvious”

Her head snaps to face you “Sorry... you okay?” she asks rubbing your arm

“Yea!”

“You wanna leave?” she suggests

“NO! Its our night out forget him!”

“You sure?”

“Yup fuck him”

You both drink and the bar gets full and by now you’ve turned to face the crowd and people watch while talking shit at the same time

“Hey” you hear his voice next to you

“Hi!” you say looking at him “this is Mia” you introduce her, since they never met before, but they both knew of each other

He smiles “nice to meet you”

“Mhmmm Hi Rio” she says as she holds an unamused expression

“Must have heard a lot about me huh?”

“Some good things”

He nods “what yall drinking”

“Knock me downs”

“You want another round?”

“Yea!” Mia responds for both of you

“Y/N?” he asks you before lightly grazing his tongue on his bottom lip

“Sure!” you say adjusting in your seat, its fair to say being around him while you were under the influence was asking a lot of you

“Its packed today!” Mia comments bobbing her head to the music

“Yea its a good night! why aint yall on the dance floor?”

“You see these?” Mia says pointing to her shoes “these aren't dancing shoes”

“So you just wanna sit and look cute?”

“Period” you both say in unison

“Y/N?”

“Yea”

“What's your excuse”

“What she said” you said pointing your thumb backwards to Mia

“Thanks” he says speaking to the bartender

“Come dance with me” he says while motioning his head to the dance floor or rather where people were dancing

“Oh no!” you shake your head vigorously

“Come on please just one” he says with his hand open waiting for you

“Fine!” you say taking his hand in yours

“I'll save your seat!”

He has a tight grip on your hand as he pulls you to the middle. He stops turns and faces you the music changes and he pulls you closer to him as you dance to bachata

“Wow” you’re at a loss of words as you both move on the dance floor

“What you thought this was?” he flirts

“I didn't think this” you blush as you both move around the dance floor he holds your hand up so you can twirl for him while he smiles at you. For someone who was apathetic he sure did have moves.He spins you around so that your back is to him and you can't help but squeal as he moves your body along with his sometimes with sudden dips, making you hold onto his arms tighter. You feel his breath on your neck as the tempo changes indicating change of songs.

With arms wrapped around you tightly you both sway to the music you feel a light kiss on your neck “I missed you” he admits

You wanna call bs but this was diff he wouldn't even as much as say hi to you in public and now all of a sudden you are at a bar dancing with him

“You heard me?” he asks not sure because you didn't react you nod in response and step away so you can turn to face him he pulls you close

He looks deep into your eyes “I'm not lying”

“Okay” you say as you continue to sway to the music

“Last call for drinks last call” the DJ announces

You both step away from each other and look towards the dj booth

When he looks at you again you can't help but blush Rio had a way of communicating with his facial expressions without a word being uttered

“You good?” he asks teasing you

“Yup! Lets go!” you say wanting to get out of the dance floor

“WHOO!” Mia cheers as you two reach her

“That was cute!”

“What you getting into after this?”

“Going home”

He smacks his lips “com’on ma”

“No i think i should go home.”

He nods respecting your decision

“She needs a date with a Denis she’s been grouchy I have a strong feeling you can fix that”

He laughs

“Okay time for me to take you home”

“What?”

“We are gonna go it was nice seeing you”

He pushes a strand out of your face and you take in a sharp breath “make sure you text me telling me you reached safe or ima pull up”

“Okay”

#rio good girls #brio #rio ff #rio good girls fan fic #manny montana #rio x beth #beth x rio #writrblr #fan fic stuff

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wiseabsol · 5 years

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20 Mewtwo Fanfics Recs

Since I’ve been getting more Mewtwo asks recently, I thought I would make a post to promote some of the Mewtwo fics that have caught my eye over the years. Here is a round-up of the ones that were the most memorable and influential to me when I was growing up, as well as some that look promising for other fans to check out!

MEMORABLE FICS:

1. Damaged by Cheshire Kat24

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8906040/1/Damaged

Summary: Living life to its fullest is never easy. A lesson Mewtwo learns the hard way after sustaining an injury that even his abilities cannot heal without help. With his new friends, he embarks on a journey that will define not only his place in the world, but that of his entire species.

My thoughts: While I never managed to read the entire story, this is a classic and was probably the first long, multi-chapter story with Mewtwo as the lead.

2. Shadows Like You by cosmicmewtwo

Link: Not available, though you can hit her up on Tumblr for the file.

Summary: Driven by his hunger for power, Giovanni creates three new Mewtwos. The clones seem to be under control...but for how long? And how will Mewtwo himself be affected?

My thoughts: This was incredibly influential to my writing, being a huge part of the inspiration behind “TPRS.” The Mewthrees introduced here were great and I checked every day for updates until this fic was complete. As a humorous aside, when I was a wee lass with barely any fic to my name, I sent cosmicmewtwo a message asking if I could use Mewthree characters in my own story, without realizing that cosmicmewtwo didn’t own that concept. She, bless her heart, confusedly told me to go ahead with my story and supported some of my earliest fics.

3. Anomaly by Dark Magician Girl Aeris

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3173119/1/Anomaly

Summary: When Mewtwo erased his memory from the minds of Team Rocket, he overlooked the computers they used in studying him. Now a second member of the race has been created by even more unorthodox means than the first. And boy, is she mad!

My thoughts: Aeris is excellent at writing Mewtwo, to the point where this is probably the most canon-compliant depiction of him that I’ve come across. This adventure story is also well-written and has a lot of feel-good moments. I wish that she’d managed to finish it, but what she has, along with the connected one-shots, is worth digging into.

4. The Sword and Shield Series by Kayasuri-n

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3535877/1/Sword-and-Shield

Summary: Detective Brenda Johnson was looking for something suspicious when she entered the lab, not a connection between Team Rocket and gym leader Giovanni Rocketto. She certainly wasn’t expecting Mewtwo. Rated M for Murder and other subjects.

My thoughts: So if you’re looking for a super fun murder mystery ride, this one is for you! I still desperately want to see what the remake would look like. That said, there are several entries in the old series, all of which are great.

5. More Than Just Shadow by Kirlien

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3602934/1/More-Than-Just-Shadow

Summary: Amy was sitting quietly on the doublebed, watching over the wounded Pokémon. “Mewtwo…What are you?…Who are you?” she whispered faintly, her fingers brushing against his cheek slightly in a soothing motion.

My thoughts: I remember this fic for how it captured the golden feeling of innocence in the Pokemon franchise. While dark things were happening in this story, there was a sense of warmth and compassion that I’ve always admired. This is another one that I wish had been finished, but what is here is worth digging into.

6. Between Two Worlds by Leonardo Mystic

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/505048/1/Between-Two-Worlds

Summary: Ki is a teenage girl with special powers. Who one day accidentally discovers the Team Rocket project of Mewtwo.

My thoughts: This was one of the first Mewtwo fics I ever read and was the most memorable in the romance category. I’d call it one of the classics and an interesting rewrite of the original movie.

7. Forgotten by Melora Maxwell

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/926885/1/Forgotten

Summary: The humans have a most strange saying. Curiosity killed the cat. I suppose in my case, it would be curiosity killed the clone. For it is what I am.

My thoughts: This one was responsible for the genesis of “Angelic Shadows.” It’s angsty and, despite being lean in the way of descriptions, it has a strong emotional impact. It’s a shame that it never got an ending, because it seems like it was within a few chapters of being complete. Even so, if you like gritty, this is a good one to look into.

8. Eclipsed by Meriah

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4468231/1/Eclipsed

Summary: A young woman named Sutichay carries Arei, a miraculous child, whose birth will bring about a religious conflict. Later in the chaos, Arei is made the priestess of Mewtwo, and her growing attraction to him stirs the anger of Sabrina, his wife.

My thoughts: While this fic only has a few chapters, the premise is imagination, the writing is lovely, and it deserved more attention than it received. This was also the inspiration for my story “Hollow.” When Meriah discarded the original prologue for “Eclipsed,” she allowed me to use it—and the character Arei—as a jumping off point for my own story. The result was two very different tales with similar thematic cores.

9. The Incomplete Soul Saga by Miyuutsuu

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/888889/Miyuutsuu

Summary: What is my true purpose in life?

My thoughts: If you’re looking for more grit, we have this odd series by Miyuutsuu, who wrote his stories with the Rule of Cool. Want Mewtwo to have a sword? An angsty romance with a gym leader? Possibly some loss of limbs? Then here you go! It’s a dark action/adventure story with a different flavor than anything else on this list.

10. Of Moonlight Shadows and Echoes Past by ZeoViolet

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/620186/1/Of-Moonlight-Shadows-and-Echoes-Past

Summary: A Psychic teenager named Sharie, daughter of one of Mewtwo’s creators, finds a baby Mewtwo Giovanni forgot about…and eventually, runs into Mewtwo himself.

My thoughts: This was my favorite Mewtwo fic and one that I still think of fondly. The writing is lush, the premise is solid, and I definitely wanted to see where it would have gone. It’s another classic of the fandom.

11. If You Let Me by Byoshi

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4129309/1/If-You-Let-Me

Summary: Every Pokemon Smasher must have a master, and the rule is no different for Mewtwo. A tug-of-war begins between Peach and Ganondorf, conflicted but united in their attempt to use Mewtwo to overthrow Master Hand.

My thoughts: I don’t have much to say about this one, other than I really enjoyed it, found the premise intriguing, and wished I could have seen more of the central relationship in it. Sadly, like many of these entries, it was discontinued.

PROMISING FICS:

These are fics that I haven’t actually read, but appear to have pull in the fandom and have definitely had a lot of hard work put into them.

12. Mute, Too by FalconPain

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3931388/1/Mute-Too

Summary: After losing a battle to the dark Pokémon Darkrai, Mewtwo awakens to find that he no longer has his psychic abilities. No longer able to float, read minds, or even talk to humans or Pokémon, he must rebuild his life. But how much of this can he take?

13. Forsaken by lilpurplebird

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5842142/1/Forsaken

Summary: Being a Legendary isn’t always a good thing—they realized that too late when the world came to an end. Mercifully, they were given another chance, but at a cost: They had agreed in a previous life to become mortal should they have failed to uphold their duties. Unbeknownst to them, however, there is a dark power lying in wait, targeting Mew and Mewtwo to do its dirty work…

14. Crossing of the Paths by MMMAJ Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/1252581/1/Crossing-of-the-Paths

Summary: Mewtwo can no longer stand living with humans, so he creates a dimensional portal and randomly wanders the web of infinite universes. This is the tale of the places he sees and the people he meets.

15. Lines in the Sand by Shinymonkey8

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6847646/1/Lines-in-the-Sand

Summary: After finally escaping from Giovanni, Mewtwo has a chance to live his life free, and sadly alone… But when fate leads him to something he would have never expected, a female of his own species, his life is turned upside-down….

16. Human, Monster, Hybrid Series by TheFrogFromHell

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3082844/1/Human

Summary: When Mewtwo lured six trainers into his trap on New Island, he’d planned to begin his reign of terror on the human world. He hadn’t planned on being nearly destroyed by the battle that ensued, or on being nursed back to health by a human—a member of the species he’d despised enough to want to eradicate from the earth. Now, Mewtwo is torn between his hatred for his creators, and the new, mysterious emotions he feels for Misty, the human that saved his life. One again, his true purpose is in question: will he still choose to destroy the world, or will these unfamiliar insights change the way Mewtwo views humans, pokémon, and even himself.

17. From Dark To Light by Whozawhatcha

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7659746/1/From-Dark-To-Light

Summary: Mewtwo falls for a Gardevoir, but hesitates to reveal any of his past to her, considering the circumstances. However, his past and Team Rocket do catch up to him, and how will they manage? And with strife with this Gardevoir’s mother, how will they continue to be together? What are her true motives for keeping her daughter from this mysterious pokemon?

18. The Mewblade Series by Vaporeon Lugia Krabby

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2967855/1/Her-Beginning

Summary: Welcome to the real complexity of the Pokemon World. Here we experience the full extent of this world alongside Mewblade, a Mewthree. This prologue introduces Mewblade, following the beginnings of Mewtwo. This opens a larger plot, full of depth and death.

Note: While this isn’t a Mewtwo-centric fic, it has been a prominent work in the fandom for ages.

SOME CAUTIOUS SMUT RECS:

So looking up Mewtwo smut can be dicey, since many of the writers of said smut tend to prefer dub-con or non-con scenes, with Mewtwo being a dominant alpha male/sexually-aggressive character. This can be triggering for some readers. The following two stories are not exactly exceptions to that pattern (well, “The Mewtwo File” is, but I have different qualms about it), but the romance in them helps to mellow them out.

19. The Mewtwo File by Alisonven

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4200365/1/The-Mewtwo-File

Summary: This is the story of the young clone Mewtwo and Aiko, his only human friend, the daughter of his creator.

My thoughts: This is a well-written story and has some good Mewtwo/Ai content in it, albeit features an AU version of them. That said, I have qualms about the sex in here, thanks to the difference between Mewtwo’s and Aiko’s psychological maturities. Aiko is clearly an adult, while Mewtwo reads more like a teenager. Some readers were fine with that; I felt squicked. There is also a casual use of sexual assault in a later chapter, so be aware of that going into this.

20. Primial Instinct by Sonic Sunshine

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3486169/1/Primial-Instinct

Summary: Mewtwo tells us the story of how he found and nearly lost love through his eyes. His journey of discovery is one filled with dilemmas, and even the most powerful Pokemon is helpless to stop it. Mewtwo x Lucario.

My thoughts: There are also casual uses of sexual assault in this, including from Mewtwo, which I wasn’t keen on. That being said, this is well-written and the central relationship is interesting, so who knows, it might scratch the yaoi itch for those of you who love the genre.

#Mewtwo #fanfiction recommendation #Pokemon

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winchester90210 · 4 years

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x11: B.Y.O.B

Rewrite Masterlist

Read the previous chapter here!

My work is not to be reposted and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is fine and encouraged!!)

Chapter Summary: Parties were never your thing, so a little bit of liquid courage is in order.

Warnings: underage drinking, a car accident, drinking and driving, jail, underage drinking and driving, alcoholism, partially unedited writing. Drink legally and responsibly, everyone.

Word count: 4,000

A/N: Another episode down and we're officially halfway done with the first season! Next is One Man and a Baby and then one of my all-time favorites-- Slumber Party! :)

Feedback is incredibly appreciated! :)

"Why is it that guys get so macho when it comes to their cars?" Brenda rolls her eyes holding her red binder at her chest, all three of you strolling down the halls together.

"I think it's an extension of their you-know-whats," Kelly interjects.

"Party hotline! Cancel everything because we are having a blowout tonight!" Donna exclaims. She pops up behind Brenda, her blonde hair bouncing. "My parents left for Cabo San Lucas this morning!"

"Who's coming?" Kelly asks as Donna pulls the three of you to a corner in the hall.

"Oh, I don't know. We'll keep it private, strictly A-list!" She enthuses.

"Can I ask Dylan?" Brenda inquires, a smirk lacing her lips.

"Ooh, hot and heavy!" Donna teases.

"Just make sure you change the sheets in the guest house, Donna," Kelly giggles.

"Goodbye," Brenda laughs, starting off into the hall.

"Brenda, bring him!" You call out.

"Yeah, there's always room for one more cute guy!"

"Brandon, I don't want to go to this party by myself!" Brenda rants, her hands on her hips.

"I said I'd drive you there," Brandon's lying down on his bed, tossing a basketball in the air above him.

"No! You have to come in with me. Look, just stay ten minutes," she argues, "If you completely hate it you can leave." The throwing of the ball halts as he looks at her.

"What if I only mildly hate it?"

"Then you have to stay for an hour. But you won't hate it because Y/N'll be there," She smirks. He perks up at your name, and pulls himself up, sitting against his headboard. "Weren't you complaining this morning about being bored and in a total rut anyway?"

"Everyone's just so Beverly Hills."

"Brandon, we're Beverly Hills," She counterpoints. He looks to the side of her, pondering.

"I'll think about it."

You anxiously fidget with your hair, trying to get it to look completely perfect before Brandon and Brenda come. You had to look good tonight.

You hear the doorbell ring and immediately dash downstairs, your feet pounding against the plush carpeted stairs. You pounce over to the door, but you watch in slow motion as your dad opens the door. He's greeted by your friend who was clearly not Brenda, and clearly not a girl. You shove your way in front of your dad and shoot as innocent of a smile you can muster.

Your father's eyebrows go up, “Who--"

"Brandon-- this is Dad, Dad-- this is Brandon. See you in the morning! Love you!" You work your way out the door and slam it behind you before anyone can get a word in. He gives you a peck on the lips as you walk to the car.

"Brandon, here you go-- Specialty of the house. Mucho Marvelous Mango Margaritas!" Steve laughs, pouring a thick frothy liquid into a glass and holding it out to him. Music pumps throughout the mansion, as kids you faintly recognize from school dance around.

"No, thanks."

"Alright, a man who doesn't like his drinks sweet. That's cool, Donna's got a stocked bar. What about you, Y/N/N?"

"I'll just have a Coke," Brandon rejects.

"Me too, actually," you nod. Steve's jaw drops and his eyes bug out like you just insulted his firstborn child. He scoffs, shaking his head.

"A Coke?"

"Leave them alone, Steve. They don't want to drink, big deal," Kelly protests, her fingers twisting around the stem of her Martini glass.

"Yeah, I think that Brandon's afraid there's a wild man lurking inside'uh him," Donna's date adds, laughing gregariously. Who the hell was this guy and why was he here?

"Well, at least let me make you guys some virgin margarita," Steve jumps back in, eyebrows up.

"Whatever," Brandon shrugs.

"That's fine.”

Steve hands your drinks off happily, the alcohol having a clear and goofy effect on him. Or he was just being Steve because honestly there wasn't a huge difference.

"Here you go, virgins!"

"Steve!--" Brandon starts.

"Whaaat? I meant the drinks!" Sure. You take a sip, letting the intended mango flavor fill your tastebuds. He definitely knew how to make a good margarita.

"Brandon, what are you doing out here?" Brenda's heels click against the concrete as she joins her brother out on the patio, drink in hand.

"Hey Bren," he greets her, "How many of those have you had?"

"This is my second, mom. Why don't you have a real one?"

"Because I'm the designated mom," he giggles. He turns his head back to the window, noticing Steve and Kelly getting awfully close to each other as he nibbles her ear. "I didn't know Steve and Kelly were back together."

"Look, it's a party, they're allowed to have fun and talk and stuff," she shrugs. "Hey, why aren't you having fun and talking and stuff with Y/N? I figured you'd be out here with her."

"I haven't been able to find her, I lost her about 20 minutes ago at the bar.”

"I haven't seen her either, what do you think she’s up to?”

"Oh! Theeere you are! I've been wandering around this place for 30 minutes and I still don't think I've seen the whole house yet!" You set your margarita down and you wrap your arms around Brandon's neck to steady yourself, "But somehow Steve has managed to find me in every room, so at least my drink never went empty!"

"Don't drink anymore, okay? They were spiked," he warns. You nod nonchalantly. "And I guess you know that already.”

"I knew that, but if you knew that why are you still drinking it?" Your index finger pokes him on the front of his shoulder.

"One or two won't hurt," he shrugs. Not even sweet wholesome Brandon was immune to peer pressure, apparently. "You wanna dance?"

"I'm serious, Kelly and Steve!" You giggle, the alcohol was coursing through your veins. Brandon stopped at two, but you had three or... maybe it was four. Well, however many you had, it left you feeling fantastic.

"I cannot believe it! I mean, all Kelly talks about is how much she cannot stand him!" Brenda laughs. Mondale, driven by Brandon, slows down into the driveway.

"All women want is sex!" He jokes, "It's disgusting."

"Oh, yeah yeah yeah!" Brenda laughs, slapping the side of his coat repeatedly. You hop out of the car and hold onto Brandon's arm to steady yourself as you stumble up the driveway.

"Shhh, straighten up, guys," Brandon whispers, "You know mom's sitting on the sofa reading that same book she was reading when we were in eighth grade." You enter through the front door with them and step into the living room, your heels clacking against the hardwood.

"Hi mom," Brenda smiles. Cindy's curled up on the couch in a fuzzy baby blue robe, and a thick book in her lap.

"Oh, hi! I just got so into this novel. It was so good I couldn't put it down," She fibs.

"Well, I'm zoned," he sighs. "Goodnight," Brandon presses a kiss to your cheek and starts up the stairs.

"Me too, actually. Thank you for letting me sleep here tonight, Mrs. Walsh," you thank her and follow at your friend's feet. Slipping off your shoes before you get up the stairs, you trip into Brenda's room and pass out for the night.

"He has been bugging me all week!" Kelly complains, "I am never taking another sip of alcohol again." You lean back into the metal lockers.

"Well, what did you think was going to happen when you went into the bedroom?" Donna deprecates.

"Fifteen minutes of fun... lifetime of regret," she sighs. She hasn't stopped complaining about Steve all night, and as much as you felt bad for her... it was kind of funny.

"Well, I regret kissing my mother goodnight," Brenda chimes in, "she smelled my breath and I was this close to being grounded for the whole time they're out of town." Donna looks at her pointedly, her eyebrows up.

"When are they leaving?"

"They left this morning," you answer.

"For how long?" Kelly asks.

"Today, tomorrow, and through the weekend," Brenda discloses.

"So, what time should we tell the people to get there?"

"I wish," Brenda scoffs.

"Come on, you're not having a party?"

"What's the problem?"

"Well, he's just about our age and his name starts with a B," you comment, "He'd never agree to it."

"So, which do you want? Chicken tacos or chow main with tangy mustard sauce?" Brenda holds out two TV dinners to her brother as you snack on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"How 'bout a bologna sandwich?" He suggests dryly. She sets the dinners down with a thud.

"Make me one too, will you?"

Brandon gets up from the kitchen island and opens the fridge. "Man, ten whole hours and they haven't called to check up on us yet," he says.

"That's because they know Mr. Responsible is on the job," Brenda teases, "did I mention to you that we're having a party here this weekend?"

"You we or us we?" He looks between you both.

"You we," you state, finger jutting out to the twins.

"Forget it," he laughs sourly.

"Brandon, come on. We'll keep it small. Strictly A-list like Donna did!" Brenda pleads.

"Forget it! What if mom and dad find out, huh?" He slaps the bread down onto the counter, not breaking eye contact with his sister.

"They won't! We'll clean up everything before they get home. Besides, I already told Kelly to spread the word," She argues, eyes widened and arms crossed.

"Well, tell her to unspread it! Did you know about this, Y/N/N?"

"Look, I'm not in charge of her, I just enable it," you shrug playfully, and Brandon almost cracks a smile. "I'm probably not even gonna go, anyway. I'm still partied out from last weekend."

"Brandon, it's our turn. Y'know, throwing a party when your parents are out of town is practically a tradition in Beverly Hills. It's a great way to let people get to know you, it puts you on the map!" She watches as he basically throws the bologna onto the bread. "You're worried about people drinking, aren't you? The rules thing."

"It crossed my mind," he admits.

"Nobody said we have to be drinking. Other people can do what they want, they don't have the same rules as we do,"

"Brenda, I promised mom and dad--"

"Brandon, you owe me one!"

"But I don't really think--"

"Oh, come on! Don't you get tired of always trying so hard to do the right thing?!" He huffs, defeated.

"Yeah."

"So, what are you afraid of? Let's have a party."

"Refill?" Steve's standing in front of you with a pitcher of spiked punch, watching as you stare down Brandon talking to his friends across the living room. "Or are you thirsty for something else?"

"Shut up," you hold your cup out to him and he fills it to the brim. Pop music blasts through the house. "If I didn't know any better I would think you're trying to get me blitzed."

"And if I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to get blitzed. Something going on?"

"That's the thing. There's nothing going on! We made out a few weeks ago and now nothing! It's like it never happened!" You jeer. You raise the clear plastic cups to your lips and start to down whatever that god-awful drink was.

"Brandon's not a man of action when it comes to these things, so you have to be. He's too tame. You have to be the one doing the pouncing. But-- hey, if you don't succeed, I'm always available," he winks. You roll your eyes as he fills your cup for the third time that night.

You're dancing with Brandon in the living room, the alcohol beginning to fully set in.

"Soo, are you glad you came?" He asks.

"I haven't made up my mind yet," you tease, "let's see how the rest of the night goes first."

"Well, I'm glad you came. I like you-- I mean I like seeing you. Here. With me. Like this," he rambles. He was... infinitely drunker than you were, so you decided to take everything he was saying with a grain of salt... or was it sand? A grain of sand? No, it was definitely salt. Was it a pinch of salt, though? He cuts off your ridiculous internal argument off with a tequila flavored kiss. You push him off you almost reflexively.

"Brandon, stop," You reprimand, "you're wasted!"

"So?"

"So, I've never seen you this drunk before, and I don't want you doing anything stupid."

"Why do you have to analyze everything I do? I finally get to a place where I can just kick back and no can handle it," he spits out, words slurring aggressively.

"Because you aren't handling it!" You cross your arms over your chest and huff, "I need another drink."

After three more refills, you decided Steve might be right-- you have to take that boy head on-- and begin to confidently stride... well, stagger over to him. Until another person catches your eye.

"Dylan, hi!" You take a sharp left and greet your friend with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, Y/N/N," He greets you, "Have you been drinking?"

"Un piquito," you giggle.

"How about laying off the liquid tonight, huh? I don't think this is your best idea,"

"Dylan, I've got it under control, okay?"

He didn't believe you for a second. Your breath smelt like a rejected tequila flavor, you were slurring all over the place, and with the way you put your hands on his chest, there was no way you could've been anywhere near sober.

"I'm not so sure that's true. Come with me to the kitchen, okay? We can get you some coffee, some water. Chill out and get you sobered up," he slides your hands off of him and puts them at your sides.

"I don't need to sober up," you dismiss, "What I need is... air. Excuse me," you push past him, grabbing your coat. You're out of the front door, feeling the immediate, albeit mild bite of the cold air on your skin. You watch as a few cars pull out of the driveway and you embark on your drunken mission to be anywhere but there.

Dylan pulls the curtain to the side of the window, peeking out onto the front lawn as Brenda approaches him. "Bren, I'll be right back," he kisses her quickly and darts out the front door, racing down the direction where he assumed you went.

You're grumbling to yourself about "stupid boys" and "stupid Steve" and "stupid Brandon" as you stomp down the sidewalk, not paying any mind to the swerving maniac on the road and the tires that were squealing like pigs. You shove your hands into the pockets of your coat, rolling your eyes from the sound of the consistent horns.

You pause for a beat, brushing your hair out of your face and inhaling the fresh air. You could still taste that terrible punch. Your eyes are closed, hoping it would help soothe the churning in your stomach and the headache from the music. But when you open your eyes, and you're met with the worst thing you could've imagined.

A pickup truck zooms out in front of a Mercury Cougar and all that you could process as the Mercury collides with the side of the truck is the screaming of the brakes. And the smashing of the windshield. And the smoke. Way too much smoke.

"Brenda, what happened?" Mr. Walsh sits in the waiting room with his daughter and his wife as they try to hash out the timeline of the events.

"He was driving alone, so I don't really know. Y/N was the only one that saw it and--" she swallows, "--Dylan's outside trying to calm her down right now. She's still pretty shaken up, she was in total hysterics when he found her."

"Are you sure you're alright?" Dylan looked down into your sore, red, and puffy eyes with a kindness and tenderness you never would have expected from a guy like him.

"I'm fine. Really. I just want to go talk to him," you assure him.

"If that's what you want. I'll be out here, just buzz me when you're ready to go," he pulls you in for the umpteenth hug that morning and releases you to walk into the station. You hated police stations. Nothing good ever happened there and if you never came back it would be too soon. Your bare feet are cold against the concrete floors, and while it was gross, you just couldn't walk in heels anymore. Your feet stung and you hadn't slept at all. So, really, anyone who had something to say about your dressing options was going to be met with a total and utter breakdown that no one should have to see.

When you walked into the waiting room, you saw him. His head was down, his face was cut up and bruised, and you weren't sure whether to hug him and never let go, or beat the living daylight out of him for scaring you and being so stupid. Both? He lifts his head to look at you, and his glazed over gaze softens.

"Mom, Dad, can you give us a minute?" His voice cracks as he speaks, partially from being tired. They give somber agreeing nods and head out the door, Cindy giving you a comforting hand on your shoulder as she walks out. "Y/N, I--" You inhale a quick uneven breath before cutting him off.

"Come here," you pull him into you, fighting the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes, and he wraps his arms around you. You set your head on his shoulder. You stay like that for a moment, thankful that he was alive and okay and breathing. But you remember that you wouldn't be this thankful and upset if he wasn't drinking and driving in the first place. That bastard!

You shove him off of you abruptly, "What the hell were you thinking?!"

"Wh-- what?"

"I thought you were dead, Brandon! I saw you hurtle into that truck and--" your voice is straining against your throat, "I've never been so scared in my entire life. Look, I don't know what's going on with you... but if this is what the rest of our relationship has in store for us, I'd rather not stick around to see it. I'm... done. I'm out." He swallows hard, and you begin to wonder whether or not you're still drunk. Were you going to regret this once you got sleep and started thinking like a rational human?

"What do you mean you're out?" He sets a hand on your waist as you go to step back from him.

"I'm done. With whatever this thing was or-- or wasn't. At least until you're yourself again. Because this isn't you, and you and I both know that." You turn on your heel and walk straight out of the door as he calls after you.

You walk into the kitchen of the Peach Pit as Brandon is hard at work, setting up the dishwasher after closing time. The last thing you wanted to do was see him, but for his sake, you had to. Stupid cute idiot boy and his stupid wellbeing.

"Hey, B," he jumps at your voice as you lean against the doorframe. He's hunched over, setting dishes down with a clank.

"How'd you--"

"Nat," you answer. You pop yourself up onto the turquoise counters. "Brenda told me everything worked out alright at the hearing?"

"Yeah, in three weeks I can apply for permission to drive to and from work and school. But until then it's back to bicycle basics," he sighs.

"Well, look at it this way: you were lucky,"

"I know," he turns to face you, a sour note behind his voice, "I'm lucky I wasn't killed."

"I was actually going to say you're lucky you didn't kill someone else, but that works too, I guess."

"Yeah, I gotta look on the bright side right?" He snarls sarcastically. You begin to approach him closer.

"Or the dark side," you propositioned.

"Most people think I don't even have one," he snorts. You take a step closer and when he stands up completely, you're flush to him.

"Oh, sweetheart, everyone has one. You just hide it better than most," he meets your eyes for the first time that night. "You're not doing so well, huh?"

"Have you ever spent the night in jail?"

"That's one experience I've had the pleasure of avoiding," you laugh singularly. The eye contact between you two is intense, emotional, palpable. You'd never seen him so mad and honestly? You were kind of digging it.

"It's... indescribable," he bellows, "twenty minutes in a cell alone feels like twenty years. It's unreal."

"Scary?"

"No, what was scary was when I hit that truck. I thought I was gonna die, Y/N/N. And I can't get that-- that sound outta my head and I'm sick of every--" he seethes, "y'know, my parents have been cool but it's like there's still this big cloud looming over my house with this huge neon sign flashing the word 'Disappointment!'"

"I'm pretty well-acquainted with that cloud," you comment.

"Why does everything I do have to affect them so much?!"

"You're their son," you shrug.

"But it's my life, right? I swear, I feel like going out right now and getting drunk just to show them I can do what I want." Oh, how sweet. Brandon's going through a little rebellious phase.

"I know just the place, B,"

You take his hand as you lead him down West Beverly, the halls uncharacteristically empty.

"Where are we goin', Y/N/N? I see enough of this place during the day,"

Wordlessly, you bring him to the doorway of a crowded classroom. A girl stands up. You wave briefly to Dylan, who's sitting directly to the left of you.

"Hi, I'm Katie. And I'm an alcoholic."

"Hi, Katie."

Dylan stands, "Hey, I'm Dylan-- and I'm an alcoholic."

"Hi, Dylan."

"Uh, hi. I'm Y/N, and I'm an alcoholic."

You sit in your brother's Ferrari at the edge of the Walshes driveway.

"I never knew so many kids had a problem," Brandon sighs, "I'm sorry. I’ve been a total jackass. How are you feeling?”

"I'm getting there. It's just been a rough few days. Are you okay?"

"I am now," he nods.

"I'm sorry too," you apologize, "I totally blew up at you the other night but... I still meant what I said. I don't want to start anything till you've got everything under control. I'm not letting bad timing mess up what we've got."

"No, it's fine. I get it," he sighs, "I care about you way too much to screw this up. And I've already done enough screwing up this week for a whole lifetime. But if you ever want to talk about..."

"I know. You'll be there," you smile. Kissing his cheek, you unbuckle your seatbelt. "Goodnight, Brandon."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

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