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I am begging people to please stop tagging June as John
#book john posting#and I don’t mean like#it works as both John and June that’s okay#I mean posts that specifically say June#talk about her being trans and taking estrogen#I love June I really do!#but trying to look through the John tag as a fictive makes me really dysphoric#and also it’s kinda common decency to tag a trans character as her#I think it’s rude to do otherwise#anyways ramble over
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Derek Burrell-Davis - memo to BBC (May 67): “I had a satisfactory two-hour meeting with all four members of the Beatles Group this evening…..I don’t think it is over-stating it to say that they are enthusiastic about their participation in the ‘Our World’ programme and fully aware of the responsibilities they carry. Their approach is extremely professional and they are in complete agreement with the basic idea, which is that they are undertaking a recording session in the Number One Studio at E.M.I., Abbey Road. They cannot yet forecast what they will be doing in any great detail, but they propose writing a new number. Since this number will be heard in 30 countries, they are going to write the lyric in basic English. They suggest that they should use such words as “Hello, love, you, me, us, them, together, we”. They are wondering if it might be possible to use some of those words in different languages and are receptive to the idea that words such as “love”, “together”, etc. might be shown on large cards at appropriate moments in several languages”.
The BBC/broadcasters briefing meeting on 4 June 1967 to co-ordinate the international co-operation for the Our World Broadcast
The lyrics sheet given to the cameramen before broadcast. They were not impressed. On being told the Beatles wrote the music, they only asked "did they write the words as well?"
“...the day before, the doors were thrown open for a free-for-all picture session, at which I managed to have a quick word with —
PAUL: Someone’s just asked if I’m leaving the group. And there seems to be another rumour I’m moving. Both are very wrong. I’ve just finished my house and like it a lot. No, I haven’t bought a kilt yet.
GEORGE: We will do a TV show before we do a film. Nothing new to tell you about the film project. No script yet.
RINGO: My garden is looking great now. Got some of my building men to help the gardening contractor and everything’s okay.
JOHN: This song will be our next single. This TV show will give it a nice send-off.
Indeed, with some 6,500 TV workers and 1,000,000 miles of telephone wire working for the disc, it couldn’t be bad!” - - Andy Gray, NME
“When the musicians and TV crew took a meal break the Beatles tried out the musical instruments left lying around [...] Ringo and George try the trumpets, whilst Paul has a go at the trombone and John plays Jack Emblow’s accordion. In the background, in the left side far corner, the large weight box on the back of the Mole Crane is visible, with one of the white painted Murphy TV monitors on its trolley over on the right of the picture.” - - David Taylor, Postfade
“The BBC want a live trail”, Derek told me suddenly over my intercom. No one knew this had been planned, in fact to this day few people seem to know that such a promotion ever took place. [...]
“I had a few words with each of them in turn. What was the song called? Whose idea had it been? (“His”, they said, pointing to each other). And then I put the question to John that was intriguing me. Ninety-five percent of all popular music is in 4-time, but there was more than a hint of unfamiliar 7-time in “All You Need ls Love“.
“Did you know your song was in 7-time?” I asked.
I still remember the cool, serious look he gave me as he replied, “Yes, I know”.
Then he indicated Paul, adding “- but blame him”.
“Paul himself, alert as ever, noticed how, against my own instincts, I was trying to inject some breezy gaiety into the proceedings. He spoke encouragingly in my ear. “Yock it up, Steve ! ” he said. He knew that it was my preference to be in the narrator’s box doing a technical job, rather than “yocking it up”. I duly yocked.”
“This was the biggest group in the world, but when they went to the canteen, it was just four guys having a cup of tea. Underneath it all, these were ordinary guys who were in a band.” - - David Magnus (photographer)
“There was a real party atmosphere, similar to what we had witnessed during previous real ‘happenings’, but Richard and I were struck by how visibly nervous John was, which was quite unusual for him: we’d never seen him wound up so tightly.” - - Geoff Emerick
“I did sense that John in particular felt rather apprehensive the nearer to transmission we got. However George seemed to be enjoying the moment, while Ringo and Paul showed no apprehension whatsoever.” - - David Magnus
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Almost this entire post is stolen from postfade.co.uk, written by David Taylor. It's a wonderful write up because it's only actually interested in the cameras used and the technical setup, but it's so interested in those that it covers every moment in glorious detail and pulls together lots of quotes. If you're interested in the ins and outs of outside broadcasting, oh my. There's a cut out diagram of the OB scanner van, and they've taken the video of the entire broadcast and marked up up to show the different camera shots and cuts and equipment used. There's a bit where they read in a book that some of the broadcast wasn't live, and so the author tracks down who wrote that and he says he copied it from Mark Lewisohn, so they track down ML and ask him why he wrote that and ML can't remember but says 'I wouldn't have written it down if there wasn't evidence for it', which they think is a bit weak, so they decide not to believe it. It's nice to see them belittling ML's lifework because they want to believe in the magic of live outside broadcasting, the same way we do when we want to believe in love.
#long post#sorry I guess#beatles day#all you need is love#love love#I love how much the cameramen were given that lyric sheet#and were just like what the fuck even is this????#<333333#the beatles#john lennon#[]
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Time, Precious Time-Clegan
Summary: Johns having a hard time coming to terms that his oldest is growing up. (A teaser for my new au)!!! Likes and reblogs highly appreciated!!!
WC: 985
C/W: tooth rotting fluff!
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Gale shielded his eyes from the hot, June sun. A small smile creeping onto his cheeks seeing the sight of John carrying Flynn on his hip. John, still in his blue firehouse shirt and matching blue pants. His small badge glimmering in the sun, Flynn still in her T-Ball uniform.
It had been a divide and conquer day for the Clevens, they hated when both the girls had games on the same day with overlapping times. Gale took Cordelia to her softball game and John took Flynn to her t-ball game.
“Hi daddy!” Flynn waved practically jumping out of John’s grasp.
“Hey Peanut.” Gale smiled, holding his arms out for the mini John Egan running up the bleachers.
“Uncle Kenny too!?” The seven year old buzzed at the site of the man with the dirty blonde curls.
“How was your game?” Ken asked, Flynn taking a seat next to him.
“What’s the score?” John kissed Gales cheek sitting down next to him.
“Four to five. Neck and neck. Oh just in time.” Gale watched Cordelia come out of the dugout, her bat in hand and her long blonde braid hanging out the back of the helmet.
“You got this Delia! Give ‘em a good dinger!” John cheered, sitting forward resting his elbows on his knees. Gale smirked seeing a glance of Cordelia shooting John a glare. She was 13 and was no longer impressed by John's devotion to the sport.
“She got that look from you,” John knocked his knee into Gales. Even if she was adopted you couldn’t deny she had the Cleven look to her.
“Me?”
“Yeah, everytime the games on when you get home.” John stifled a laugh, “She’s nervous.”
“I know, she was pacing in the dugout last inning.”
“Strike one!” The umpire called as the ball came in fast and Cordelia swung at it, missing.
“Shake it off, Delia! You got this, go down swingin’ if you gotta!” John took his backseat coaching very seriously, which never failed to turn some eyes from other parents. “She’s got that Egan in her, won’t go down without a fight.”
Gale knew that, he knew how hard both of their kids worked for something they wanted. Cordelia had been spending her evenings in the backyard either hitting softballs off a tee or letting Curt or John pitch them to her.
“She tipped a ball to second last time she batted, but they got her at first.”
“Dang, I know she's got this, I can feel it.” John nearly jumped out of his skin as the ding of the bat sounded and Cordelia sent the ball flying into the outfield taking off for first base.
“There ya go! That’s my girl!” John jumped up cheering as Cordelia slid into third and the umpire called safe. Curt high fived her, he always coached third base.
“She's got your swing.” Gale massaged his shoulder, the five o’clock sun kissing John's face. His sun freckles were starting to become more prominent across the bridge of his nose.
“She actually came to me asking for advice on her swing!”
“I saw you guys working on it again last night. Oh and she's got your speed,” Gale pointed as the next girl hit the ball and Cordelia took off for home plate.
“Ayyyy!” John jumped up as she ran across home plate and the other girl got to first, “Five to five!”
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Gale yawned as he checked his watch, “It’s almost bedtime, Peanut. Why don’t you go upstairs and start getting ready for bed.”
“Okay, don’t be late for story time.” Flynn got up from where she had been snuggled into Gale.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I’ll meet you upstairs. I'm gonna let the dogs out.” John kissed Gale's cheek, “Come on guys.” John got up with the big Great Dane and the little chihuahua following after him.
John let the dogs out and went into the kitchen grabbing a cup from the cupboard, “Hey, kiddo.” John hummed, glancing over at Cordelia as she came in.
“Can we talk after you guys read to Flynn?”
“Yeah, me and you or dad too?”
“Just us.”
“Okay, good job today, by the way.”
“Thanks, papa.”
John had tucked in Flynn and Chili and Scooby had gone off to bed with Gale. John came down the hall and knocked on Cordelia’s cracked open door.
“Come in,”
“Do you still wanna talk?”
“Yeah.”
John grabbed her desk chair and brought it over to the bed. Their cat, Moose jumped onto his lap the moment he was sat. “What’s up?”
“Well first I just wanted to say thank you for practicing with me. I’m still a little giddy over that hit. But I actually wanted to ask if we could talk about your uh…uhm comments at the game…?” Cordelia took her hair out of the clip and ran a hand through it nervously.
“Oh, do you want me to stop?” John felt his heart fall but he understood the whole being 13 and thinking your parents are lame thing.
“Yeah, I love you but it’s a little embarrassing sometimes. I asked Curt if he could talk to you but he said it would be better if I did it.”
John let out a sigh, “Uncle Curt is smarter than I remember.”
Cordelia let out a small chuckle, “No hard feelings Papa?”
“No hard feelings, love you kiddo.”
“Love you too.”
“She’s growing up too fast,” John shook his head, shutting the door behind him, “She asked me to keep my cheering more casual.”
“It’s okay we have a few more years with Flynn before she thinks we’re lame.” Gale peaked over his glasses to look at John.
“Flynn’s not allowed to grow up. I already told her that.” John flopped down on the bed next to Gale.
“I think we should stay at this age forever then too.”
“We’re gonna be vampires?”
“Totally.”
#masters of the air#mota#modern au#firehouse au#clegan#buck x bucky#john egan#gale cleven#curtis biddick#ken lemmons#cordelia cleven (OC)#flynn cleven (OC)
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| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION
3.06 - Revelations
Starting the scene with Tim keeping an eye on Lucy, from his lookout, is such a fitting metaphor for him… He's always been protective of her, even more so after Day of Death. There's no one else she trusts more to have her back - and, honestly, I doubt he fully entrusts anyone with her safety. That's partly why he's offended when Nolan reminds him that she can take care of herself : this isn't the issue, he is fully aware of how capable she is. He's just terrified of losing her. That's this fear that is driving him for a big part of the episode. And, unfortunately, this op - Lucy's very first undercover mission - happens at a very inopportune time.
We saw how at the beginning of the episode, he was feeling comfortable enough to talk about Isabel and undercover work. It's the first time he actually mentions her name umprompted or without shutting down right away. He was even able to remember those fond memories without them hurting. His smile reflected his healing and progress in moving on… That is, until his friend Mack showed up high, his mistress in tow, and almost died. Reopening Tim's old wounds at the same time. His whole demeanor changed after that : he became more guarded, more tense. So learning that Lucy was sent on an undercover op right after - a mission he knew nothing about - was understandably triggering. If he was already getting nervous when he realised she was interested in this line of work, it paled to how he was feeling after that. He saw firsthand with both Isabel and Mack how the department turned the other way when something went wrong, so his reservations made perfect sense. This is one more person he cares about that he's afraid of losing to the undercover world. Unfortunately, as valid as his apprehension was, lashing out when Lucy was getting ready wasn't the best move.
He's not the only one being anxious here : so is Lucy - although for a different reason. His opinion matters to her the most, so she was naturally hoping for his support. Her confidence was visibly shaken after his disapproval. But somehow, it makes her conversation in the van with Nyla and June that much more heartwarming, with the way these two are trying to boost her confidence and help her relax. To reassure her as well. Nyla's mentorship is truly special : I feel like there's a side of her we only get to see with Lucy. Her approach is so different from Tim's and yet, they perfectly complement each other, giving Lucy various perspectives and shaping her into the well-rounded officer she now is.
And she excels here, showing how really smart she is, between her knowledge in chemistry and her language skills, and how good she is under pressure. The thing with her is that she's mainly unassuming, leading most people to underestimate her… Something that she gets to use to her advantage and turn against them. She manages to use her fear, like Nyla advised her, adding a dash of a 'devil may care' attitude in the mix, and it works wonder for her undercover persona. The fact that she was able to improvise this well without any proper training just proves how skilled she truly is. And I like that this also taps into her background in psychology. Her potential is undeniable.
For someone who was positioned relatively far away, Tim gets to the roof really fast for the arrest… suggesting that the second Lucy got into that car, he quickly abandoned his post so he could get closer to her, should she need help. And how telling is it that he makes sure that he's the one arresting her. His little 'You okay?' betrays how worried and antsy he is. He couldn't even wait for them to be in a more secluded place, like in the shop, before asking her… He's also so careful with her when he arrests her, one hand on her shoulder, the other holding her hands - a complete contrast to John who is practically dragging Nyla by her elbow.
The way Lucy looks rather closed off when she goes to sit in the shop, not knowing what to expect after his outburst from earlier, and just lights up as he compliments her… His approval means so much to her. We saw her unwavering faith in him when she admitted previously that she knew he would find her, no matter what it took. She deserves the same so it is a really great moment to see him empower her again, putting aside his feelings on the matter. I don't know if it was Nyla's or Nolan's comments that made him think… maybe both, maybe neither. But he took the time to do a little introspection and realises that in that moment, this is about Lucy. At the end of the day, he wants her to succeed. He wants to support her, not make her doubt herself.
And as someone who is aware of his complicated relationship with undercover work, she can fully appreciate his gesture. She never really had that kind of unconditional support before, so this means so much to her. Nyla piling on with her proud wink was perfect. Short and simple but just as meaningful.
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Make a Wish
This fic was inspired by The Time Dean was Sam’s Girlfriend by fleshflutter on LiveJournal
This is it! The thing I've been working on writing all year. It's finally done!
Dean and Jessica share a birthday, so what would happen if they both made birthday wishes at the same time that caused them to swap bodies? The inspiration story was fluffy and silly and adorable, but what if things were more explicit? Like, way more explicit?
This is a gender-bending body swap fic were the characters' sexual partners do not know who is actually inhabiting the body they are having sex with, so it's non-con. It's a bit of a dead dove, so if you don't think you'd be okay with the tags, please don't read. If you do read, I hope you enjoy it!
Relationships: Dean/Sam, Sam/Jessica, Jessica/omc
Warnings: Non-Con resulting from body swap situation and characters not making good choices
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January 24th, 2004
If anyone had ever tried to tell Dean that he would be spending his 25th birthday alone in some dive bar off the highway somewhere between Bumfuck and Podunk, middle America, he would have said that sounded about right. Especially after the last few years. Being alone had become, more and more, par for the course.
His dad, increasingly absent, which was fucking saying something when you considered John Winchester’s stellar trackrecord in that particular department, had been off on a solo hunt for a week now. Before heading out, he’d tasked Dean with a simple salt ‘n’ burn, a milk run that had taken all of a day and a half to complete. So now Dean was expected to just sit here, in this rest stop that was pretending to be a town, and fucking wait.
Dean hated waiting. Waiting gave you too much time to think, even though he had nothing good to think about, and thinking like that got you into trouble.
It was a Saturday night and, other than Dean, there were only four other people in the bar, three other patrons who all looked to be well into their fifties and the bartender, who was a decently handsome guy, probably did well enough with the ladies, but he had a beard and skinny jeans that gave off hipster vibes that made Dean decide right off the bat that he didn’t particularly like the guy.
He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and flipped it open with his thumb. The screen lit up, his thumb hovered over the button that would pull up his contacts. Once again, Sam hadn’t bothered to call him on his birthday and the urge to give his brother shit about it was strong.
Eight months.
He flipped the phone shut and sat it on the surface of the bar to the right of his beer, and tapped his ring against it twice, the silver making a satisfying clink against the hard plastic. It’d been eight months since they’d spoken.
Dean had called on Sam’s birthday, no answer, so he’d left a message, “Happy Birthday, Bitch. Call sometime, let me know you’re still alive.”
It’d taken almost another month before he’d worked up the nerve, which was almost entirely worry-fueled anger at that point, to call again. It only rang twice.
“Dean?”
Fear that had been slowly choking him from the inside let go all at once, replaced just as suddenly by irritation. “So you are alive.”
“Yeah, sorry I haven’t called you back. I’ve been drowning in finals.”
“Yeah right, you know you aced ‘em.” He could hear Sam smile, without him saying anything, and that should have made things better but it really didn’t. But they’d shot the shit for a bit, conversation light and barely surface deep, a shallow script whose only consolation was the reassurance that Sam was okay, better even, he sounded like he was thriving. A weird lump suddenly formed in Dean’s throat. “Hey, I gotta go, but happy belated.”
“Oh? Okay, thanks.”
“Later. Hey? Pick up the damn phone sometime.”
“Yeah, yeah. Bye, Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
That had been in June. Neither of them had reached out since. He gave the phone a spin on the heavily varnished wood, set it twirling in place like a top before reaching for his beer. One long pull and it was drained.
“‘Nother one?” The bartender asked as Dean sat the empty bottle down.
“You know what? Fuck it, it’s my birthday, let’s step it up to bourbon.”
“Birthday, huh? And you’re lucky enough to be drinking here?” There was a barely restrained chuckle at the end.
“Yep.” Dean said with a little extra pop at the end of the word.
“Damn.” The bartender said as he turned and selected a bottle, grabbed a glass, and was back pouring two fingers of amber liquid with practiced ease. “This one’s on the house, birthday boy.”
Dean’s face lit up in a genuine, if somewhat rueful smile, “Thanks.”
The bartender nodded and busied himself further down the bar.
Dean slowly swirled the glass a few times. “Yeah.” he said, quietly, “Happy birthday.” Looking down at his phone again, he raised the glass to his lips and took a drink. He closed his eyes as the smokey, thick burn chased a wish for something out of reach down his throat.
A wave of vertigo crashed over him, so sudden and hard that he was glad he’d been sitting down. Even though he’d watched him pour the drink, the idea that maybe the bartender had drugged him suddenly seemed like a very real possibility.
Wait, why did he smell candle smoke? Shit, was he having a stroke or something?
He opened his eyes and had to grab onto the edge of the table to steady himself as his legs threatened to give out. Bar and barstool were gone, replaced with a house and a small dining table. The room he was now in was full of people looking at him with bright smiles, who all started clapping and cheering as soon as he opened his eyes. Smoke curled up from a forest of little, thin candles sticking out of a flowery cake on the table right in front of him that had, “Happy Birthday, Jessica!” written on it in fancy, blue, cursive icing.
There was a flurry of movement to his left and a pair of pretty brunettes started cutting into the cake and passing slices around. Everyone was smiling and laughing and acting incredibly… normal, like nothing weird had just happened.
Something moved way too close to Dean’s face and he flinched and tried to swat it away. As he touched it, he froze, eyes fixed on his fingers and the lock of long, wavy, blonde hair that tugged on his scalp as he tried to get it away from him. Long blonde hair that was being held not by his own fingers but by delicate, slender, fingers with nails painted pale pink, all glossy and graceful and… soft.
To say it was disconcerting would have been the understatement of all time. He was looking at a hand that was very obviously not his own, but that moved and felt as if it were. He gave another tug to the lock of hair, harder this time, and although it didn’t exactly hurt, it was definitely attached to his head, not a wig or anything like that. He brushed it back and confirmed he now had a full head of hair that came down way past his shoulders.
Chick hands, chick hair… his eyes went wide and he looked down his chest and stared right into cleavage.
He had tits!?
“Oh fuck.” he said in a chick’s voice.
“Hey?” A warm touch to his upper arm caused Dean to turn and look right into the throat of a massive guy standing behind him. Tilting his head back to look up he was met with bright eyes and a dimpled smile that he knew better than his own reflection.
“Sam?”
“Happy Birthday, Jess.” That smile, still sweet but with a gleam, a glint that Dean hadn’t seen since they were both teenagers. One of Sam’s hands came up, jesus he had big hands, and gently brushed along Dean’s jawline, thumb sweeping his cheek as long fingers slipped into his hair behind his ear. Sam’s gaze held Dean’s focus as he leaned down.
Had Sam gotten even taller?
Everything was moving in slow motion, Dean couldn’t feel his heart beating, wasn’t breathing, but his mind was spinning, scrambling to sort through way too much information, too much change, just too much, way too fast. So perhaps it was understandable that he didn’t react in time to pull back.
Just a fleeting, Oh fuck, before their lips met and Dean’s heart leapt into action like he’d been shocked awake. Sam was warm and familiar, but the way he pressed and pulled at Dean’s bottom lip, just a promising hint of more, made a small noise escape Dean’s throat that didn’t sound at all like disgust, like it should have.
Someone wolf whistled loudly nearby, eliciting another round of clapping and cheers from the crowd and Sam pulled back, twin spots of red blazing on his cheeks. He laughed in a way that Dean hadn’t seen in ages, playful and easy and open, as he glanced around at these people who were obviously his friends. A spark of something anxious twisted up in his chest. Dean blinked a few times, licked his lips, and swallowed, winded like he’d just sprinted up a hill too fast.
“Get it, Winchester!” a guy hooted from somewhere behind Dean.
“That’s real mature, Brady.” Sam said, his hand sliding down Dean’s shoulder and the back of his arm, coming to rest low on his back, fingertips brushing against the strip of bare skin between his top and skirt. The skirt thing was weird… drafty, but the warm press of Sam’s fingers sent little static sparks through him and a blush heated his cheeks, spread down his chest, and he was once again very aware of the fact that he currently had boobs… and a pussy instead of a dick.
This was bad, his mind raced like a cartoon character running in place before his thoughts finally caught traction with the ground and lunged forward. He wasn’t him, wasn’t in his own body. He was somehow in the body of Sam’s girlfriend?
Of all the bodies in all the world, I had to end up in this one?
But Sam hadn’t kissed him, he’d kissed his girlfriend, who’s birthday just happened to be the same as Dean’s? Which was… okay, yeah, that was weird as fuck. But she’d obviously just blown out the candles on her cake, which would have been the same time that he’d had swallowed down his own wishful thoughts.
Shit. He swallowed again. Shit, shit, shit.
“I, uh,” he cleared his throat, “I’ll be right back.” He said, trying not to show how unsettled he was at sounding like a chick, reminding himself that he looked like a chick, sort of was one right now. He took a breath, and told himself to play it calm and poker face the situation.
“You okay?” Sam asked, his eyes squinting slightly the way they did when he was concerned, or getting suspicious, his thumb rubbing against Dean’s skin, sending those sparks flying all through him again.
Oh, so not good. This is bad.
“Yeah, good, I just need to go to the bathroom.” Dean smiled as he felt for pockets in the clothes he was wearing, but found none. Where would she keep her cellphone? “Did you see where I put my purse?”
“Yeah, it’s right over there.” Sam looked at an end table by the sofa in the adjoining room.
“Thanks!” Dean said as he broke away from Sam and grabbed the purse.
Taking stock of his surroundings, it looked like they were in a two-story house. It was a little worn and run down, but decorated in a way that practically screamed college kids lived here. Probably a rental near campus, it had that vibe. It was also older, which meant that the bathroom was likely upstairs. He unzipped the purse as he went up the stairs, and thanked whatever luck he had that there was a little flip phone tucked inside. He found the bathroom and was punching in his number as he closed the door.
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“Happy Birthday, tooooooo, yooooouuuuuuuuu!!!!”
Jessica thought of a wish and blew out the candles on her cake, then blinked and started coughing at a sudden burning in her throat. She must have inhaled the candle smoke. While her eyes were closed the room gave a lurch and she was suddenly sitting down.
A loud solid thunk made her flinch as she opened her eyes. Dark amber liquid sloshed in a thick bottomed glass that had just dropped onto a heavily varnished wood bartop a few inches below an outstretched man’s hand in front of her. Whiskey and the lingering, stale ashtray smell of old cigarette smoke hit her all at once. Looking quickly to her right, to see who had dropped the glass, she found that the man's arm that was connected to the hand that’d dropped the glass, was attached to her?
“What the…?” The voice that came out was not hers. It wasn’t even close. It was a man’s voice, with a timbre that resonated deep in her chest. She covered her mouth with her hand but then immediately jerked her hand away at the feel of a man’s fingers touching her lips and the feel of scratchy stubble against her fingertips. Her mouth tasted like whiskey, that’s what was burning in her throat, like she’d just taken a drink from the glass in front of her.
She looked down at herself and saw a broad, flat chest filling out an oversized leather jacket with a thermal shirt underneath, and long, muscular, denim-clad legs. Her hands were thicker, wider, than they should be, with short-trimmed nails, and a few scrapes and scabbed cuts across the knuckles.
Over the sound of Guns ’n’ Roses’ Welcome to the Jungle she could hear a couple of voices talking not too far away. She looked around. She was in some ratty, hole-in-the-wall bar that smelled like a lifetime of regret and spilled beer. There were only a few other people. An older couple that looked like they’d probably gotten here on a Harley, were sitting down the bar to her left, they were the ones talking, but they weren’t close enough for Jess to hear what they were saying. And there was a middle-aged guy who looked like he might be a trucker way down off to her right. He was drinking a Budwiser and staring into space, lost in his own thoughts. There was also a bartender busying himself with restocking the bar. He was probably in his mid-20’s, with a neatly trimmed beard, blue plaid flannel shirt that was buttoned up but not tucked into his well-fitting, black jeans that were rolled into wide cuffs above hiking boots. She watched him move some bottles around on the shelf along the wall and realized that there was a mirror there that ran the entire length of the bar.
Slowly standing and looking ahead into the mirror, she watched as a guy stood up and stared back at her. He had short, sandy brown hair, spiked a little in the front, and big light colored eyes. The dim lighting and collection of various neon in the room made it hard to tell if they were blue, gray, or green, but they were wide. He looked like he was also in his 20’s, handsome, really handsome, but no one she’d ever seen before. She raised her hand and watched as the guy in the reflection did too. She touched her face… his face? He mirrored the movement.
“What the hell?” She said, in a voice that seemed to fit the reflection.
“Everything okay, man?”
It took a few seconds to realize that the bartender was looking at her, that he’d been speaking to her.
“Uh?” What in the hell was happening? Was she dreaming? Was this some weird hallucination? A byproduct of having a stroke? Had she somehow fallen and hit her head? “I don’t know…”
The bartender’s brow furrowed. “Something wrong with the drink?”
She looked down at the glass again. Should she say anything? Say something to get some help? What would she say? Her heart was racing. Maybe she should slow down, take a minute before letting the looming panic take over. “No, it’s uh, it’s fine, it’s good. I’m good. Um, how long have I been here?”
“I don’t know, maybe about an hour.” He poured water in a glass and sat it down in front of her, next to the whiskey. “I know the bourbon here isn’t that great,” he shrugged and gestured around as if that explained it, “maybe take it easy?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I’m okay. Just had a weird… um sort of deja vu thing for a minute there.”
He nodded at her and moved away down the bar again.
Okay, something is going on, but it’ll be okay, I can figure this out, she thought as she sat back down on the stool. That’s when she noticed the hard press of a wallet in one of her pockets. Pulling it out and flipping it open revealed a driver’s license with her reflection’s photo on it.
“James Page, huh?” She said quietly to herself as she looked through the rest of the wallet. There were a few credit cards, about a hundred and fifty dollars in cash, and a condom… classy. She looked at the ID again, it listed his birthday as 01-24-1979, “What?”
Okay, so today was also his birthday. That felt too coincidental to be a coincidence.
Absently, she took a drink of water. If this was a dream, it was the most mundanely detailed dream she’d ever had, the water tasted like chlorinated tap water. She started to pull one of the credit cards out when a cell phone sitting on the bar in front of her, had that been sitting there this whole time, started to ring with an obnoxious metal guitar riff. She grabbed it up and looked at the caller ID. It was her own cell number!
Quickly answering she said, “Hello?”
“Please tell me your name is Jessica.” a woman’s voice said.
“Um…”
“My name is De… uh… James Page, that’s my phone you’re talking on, please tell me that you’re Jessica Moore?”
It sounded weird when heard from the wrong end of a phone call, but she recognized her own voice speaking back to her.
“Yeah, yes, that’s me… what’s happening?”
The woman on the other end of the phone gave a loud sigh before continuing. “Thank god, it’s just a straight swap. Okay, so, this would normally sound really unbelievable, but you already seem kinda freaked so I’m guessing you’ve noticed that we seem to have switched bodies.”
“But, I mean how is that, how is this even possible?” Her heart was pounding in her ears. This is crazy, it’s crazy…
“Did you make a wish when you blew out your birthday candles, Jessica?”
“What? Why is that important?”
“Well, you see, today is my birthday too. Happy Birthday by the way. And I uh, I made a wish right before I opened my eyes in your body. So I’m wondering, since I know you’d just blown out the candles on your cake, did you make a wish too?”
“I… I did, yeah.”
“Okay, good. What did you wish for, exactly?”
She looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to her conversation before replying. “I wished I knew more about my boyfriend’s family.”
“Huh. Okay. Who’s, uh, who’s your boyfriend? What’s his name?”
“Sam… Winchester. Do you know him?”
There was a slight pause. “No. But I’m guessing he’s the really tall guy, soulful eyes, needs a haircut?”
“He doesn’t… I like his hair, but, yeah I guess that sounds like him.”
“Hmm. Okay.”
“Wait, what did you wish for?”
There was a longer pause before James continued, “To find someone I haven’t seen in a while. I dunno maybe they’re around here somewhere? Where am I?”
“Palo Alto. Uh, that’s in California. Sorry, maybe you already knew that. Where am I?”
“Missouri, kinda middle of nowhere honestly. Sorry about that. Look this may not have anything to do with our specific wishes, right? Maybe things just got mixed up because we both made wishes at the exact same time? I don’t really know how all this Freaky Friday stuff works. But with any luck it’s temporary and everything will be back to normal tomorrow.”
She closed her eyes and rubbed her hand over her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. “How is this even real?”
“I don’t know. Look, there’s a set of car keys in my right front pocket, they’re to a black ‘67 Chevy Impala parked out front. It’s an automatic, can you drive?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Okay, good. If you turn right out of the parking lot, go about a mile down the road to the Sleep EZ Motel, I’m checked into room 12. The room key is in my other pocket. My stuff is already inside and the room is paid up until the end of the week, so you shouldn’t have anything to worry about. Just don’t hurt my car and don’t get me killed, okay?”
“Wait, that’s it? I’m just supposed to wait?”
“Unless you’ve got any other bright ideas?”
“What about Sam? My friends? What are you going to do?”
“Hopefully? Nothing. I’ll pretend to be you, promise not to get you hurt or screw up your life, okay? And like I said, with any luck this’ll all sort itself out in the morning.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
“Well, I guess we’ll deal with that tomorrow.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. Hey, Jessica?”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me a little about yourself.”
~~~
Dean hung up the call and deleted it from the phone’s call history. When this was all over, the last thing he wanted was for there to be any way for this to get traced back to him. He tucked the phone back in Jessica’s purse and looked in the mirror.
She was a hottie, Sammy had good taste. Long blonde hair, big blue eyes, full pouty lips, and with a body… Dean gave a quiet whistle. Then he looked around furtively, as if anyone else could see him in the bathroom and somehow suspect him of doing something pervy, but then he thought, fuck it, possession is 9/10ths of the law, right?
Biting his bottom lip and pulling his shirt up, exposing a lacy bra and a really nice set of tits. Cupping them with his hands, feeling their weight, massaging them a bit and feeling his nipples get hard in response was hot enough but looking in the mirror was almost too much, like watching porn that you could actually feel. Until he caught his own stare, the face of some girl that he’d just spoken to on the phone looking back at him, and it hit home that this was someone else’s body that he was a guest in.
“Ah, shit.” he said to the reflection and pulled the shirt back down, smoothed it into place. He looked down, thinking about how weird it felt to not have a dick. He looked at the toilet reflected behind him. Maybe he should at least try to pee while he was in here.
“Sorry, Jessica, but somehow I don’t think either of us is going to be able to avoid peeing all night.” It took him longer than he'd anticipated, what’s so hard about peeing after all, but there was the confusing clothing and then the wiping, and new sensations that came with that, which he definitely tried to not pay too much attention to, and then the readjustment of the clothing.
When he was done and verified in the mirror that he looked normal, you know, for being someone completely different, he took a step towards the door and froze with his hand on the doorknob.
Okay, you can do this. Just go downstairs and pretend to be a girl. How hard can that be? Just go pretend to be Sam’s girlfriend. He’s only, like, the smartest guy you’ve ever known, who’s been trained since he was a kid to notice when a situation isn’t right, when someone isn’t themselves, when they’re actually a monster… Fuck.
He took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. No, it’s cool. You’re cool. You can do this. You’ve bluffed your way through more dangerous situations with less information to go off of. And Jessica told you enough to fake it for one night. It’s just one night…
“Jess,” Sam was looking at him when he came down the stairs, his face lit up despite a shadow of concern. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Dean smiled and walked towards him.
As he got within reach, Sam wrapped one arm around Dean and pulled him in snug against his side. Then Sam leaned in and kissed the top of his head, just like Dean used to do before Sam had the audacity to get taller than him. Dean didn’t need to fake his smile but then a wave of guilt threatened to well up, he thinks you’re her, and he had to look down, swallowing thickly. Sam gently squeezed him in a one armed hug.
When they were kids, Sam had been very touchy-feely, clingy, always in close contact with Dean, casual, almost unconscious, but now, unlike then, it seemed a lot less casual. Heat, of a sort that wasn’t just physical, flared up with every touch. And Dean could have convinced himself that it was just Jessica’s body responding in a sort of pavlovian way to a still newish lover. But the problem was, Dean knew better.
Sam’s hands were huge and gentle and warm, so fucking warm, against his side, Jessica’s side, his arm, her arm, his back, not his, his hip… It was maddening but he just needed to play along, like it wasn’t destroying him. Over the years Dean had fine tuned his resolve to push all of this away and shut it up behind a door marked “Stuff You Don’t Get to Have", and now, with a series of simple touches, Sam had unknowingly jimmied the lock and opened the door. Sam was always so good at opening doors.
The summer between Sam’s junior and senior years of high school, before the Stanford bomb had been dropped on their lives, John had been chasing down yet another lead on what had killed mom. Dean had no idea what it was, where he went, because he’d given him practically no information, which was beyond frustrating, but kinda par for the course. But John had left them with Bobby because it had been on his way, apparently.
While they were there, Dean helped Bobby fix cars, and what they couldn’t fix, they’d strip down for parts. Sam had gotten a job at a restaurant washing dishes. It was grueling in the heat and he’d be reeking of garbage from taking out the trash at the end of the night. But Dean would always be there, waiting to drive him back to Bobby’s. He’d have a cold beer open and waiting for Sam when he was showered and in clean clothes. More often than not, they’d watch a movie on the tv, choosing from Bobby’s collection of vhs tapes. They’d take over Bobby’s couch, sprawling and slowly gravitating towards each other, leaning together and laughing over what they were watching. They kept their voices quiet so as to not wake Bobby, who inevitably fell asleep in his armchair or was already up in bed. Sam had been more relaxed and at ease than he had been in a couple of years.
Life was simple and Dean felt just about as free as he could ever remember feeling, without the weight of expectations, there in that safe place and time.
When John came back he was short-tempered and easily bristled. Things between John and Sam, always rough, had gotten steadily worse. John was harder on them both, trying to establish his authority, which only made Sam withdraw when dad was around.
Sam started talking about leaving together, just going somewhere and getting real jobs, the kind that paid in cash instead of scars. But Dean wouldn’t think about it, well, he wouldn’t let Sam think that he was thinking about it. Kept putting it off, until it was too late and Sam was leaving for real, full ride to fucking Stanford, and one last attempt to get Dean to come with him. He’d pulled Dean aside while he was packing, held onto his hand like they were still little kids, “Come with me.”
“What?”
“You don’t have to stay here, you can come to California…”
“I can’t just leave.”
“Why not?”
“Because Dad…”
“Dad is going to self-destruct, Dean, this life is going to kill him and if you stay… if you stay,” Sam’s eyes were swimming in unshed tears that he swallowed back before continuing, “You don’t have to stay. You can do anything, Dean, anything.”
And Dean almost believed that, for one long torturous moment, looking at his brother, the only person that stood any chance of convincing him to break away from his dad, from this life, Dean could almost see it. Sam pulled him closer, slid his hands behind Dean’s neck and rested their foreheads together, silently begging. And that door in Dean’s mind cracked a bit and threatened to break open. Sam didn’t want all that, didn’t want… no. Dean slammed the door closed and locked it.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.” Dean took a deep breath and placing his hands on Sam’s shoulders did the hardest thing he’d ever done, he pushed Sam back enough so he could clearly see his face and said, “I’m not going.”
Shock, grief, embarrassment, hurt and anger all seemed to flash across Sam’s face at once, but it was the anger that stayed long after the others had been packed away. The anger was what Dean had seen when he closed his eyes that night, thinking about Sam on a Greyhound to California.
But here, now, he leaned in and closed his eyes, drinking in the feel of being next to his brother for the first time in years. He breathed in and could smell Sam,even though his mind was having trouble processing the scent. It was Sam, he smelled just like he always did, but it was like this body, which didn’t have the same sensory memory of a childhood spent together in the Impala and rundown motels, processed the scent through different filters, all of which were good, all of which lit up like fireworks with each breath, and shot that giddy, new love/lust feeling through him mixing with his memories.
Sam’s hand was curled loosely around Dean’s, Jessica’s, hip, his thumb resting on the waistband of his skirt again, long fingers flexing in and gently pressing into the hollow of his hip bone, and it was doing things that were steadily eroding what tenuous self-respect Dean had.
Sam would kill him if he found out that this was him and not Jessica. Shit, maybe he should have said something right away.
“Wait, so if the wish is what switched you then that means that when I kissed… Dean, you kissed me back!”
Yeah, no, too late for that now, he just needs to make sure that Sam never finds out.
They made small talk and drank. Jessica was a lightweight, which Dean found out as he was finishing off his third beer. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a room lurch that hard on three beers. He stumbled slightly as he stood up to get another. Sam reached out a steadying hand.
“Whoa. Easy there.”
Dean laughed it off, “I got it, I’m good.. Anyone ever tell you that you worry too much?” Dean said, softening it with a smile that may have been a bit more shmoopy than he’d intended, but it seemed to do the trick as Sam held up his hand in an “I give up” sort of gesture and let Dean duck into the kitchen.
There were photos stuck all over the fridge, and Dean recognized several of the people from tonight, including Sam. He studied them all while he drank a glass of water before grabbing a couple more beers from the fridge. There was a bottle opener on the coffee table and, sitting back down next to Sam on the sofa, Dean popped the top off one beer and sat it in front of Sam before popping the top of the other for himself.
Sam huffed an amused breath through his nose. Dean looked at him, took in the bemused look and asked, “What?”
“It’s nothing, just,” Sam laughed and shook his head, “you just reminded me of someone.”
Shit. “Oh? Who?”
Before Sam could answer, the conversation in the room reached shrill levels when Bria announced that her boyfriend Brad had proposed to her.
“Jess, I’m sorry, I wasn’t going to say anything because tonight’s your night, but…” the bottle blonde held out her left hand to show off a glittering diamond.
Everyone spent the next half an hour or so congratulating Bria and Dean tried his best to play at being interested. He was worried that that somehow he’d given himself away but Sam was smiling at him again, all dimples and teeth and just pure fucking sunshine, and Dean inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled back. He was simultaneously too drunk and way too sober for this situation.
~~~
Jess should have left and found the motel, but what was she going to do in some guy’s random motel room until morning? Pace around and worry? Staying put seemed like an easier option, doing nothing usually was, at least for now. Absentmindedly she picked up the glass of bourbon and took a sip. It burned a bit but tasted surprisingly okay. She thought that James obviously drank the stuff and his taste buds must be used to it. She kept sipping at it.
This couldn’t be happening, it had to be a dream.
She realized that she had to pee. She’d had to for a little while now but had been unconsciously putting off dealing with it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the sort of thing that could be ignored forever. Looking around, she spotted the restrooms. She turned around on the stool and stood up, ready to be wobbly after drinking and being in someone else’s skin. But she felt solid, and strong. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar again it occurred to her that she was going to have to use the men’s room.
This was most likely just a dream, she could do this.
Luckily, since the bar was practically empty, the bathroom was too. Stall or urinal, that was the question. She opted for a stall, just in case someone came in, it felt less weird that way. Closing the door behind her, she stared down at the toilet before looking at the front of the jeans she was wearing. For the first time she thought about the fact that some guy was in her body and would probably have to pee at some point too. Ugh.
Well, she could do this, it was just peeing, everyone does it, right? She unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped, then pulled the waistband of the boxer briefs away and down with her left hand while reaching in with her right.
Okay, yeah, weird.
A couple moments later, she was washing her hands at the sink. That was definitely an experience, odd but kinda fun in a rather intrusive feeling way.
She looked at her reflection, really studied it since she wasn’t being watched. She smiled, frowned, and tried a whole range of emotions. Damn, this guy was attractive. Big green eyes with lashes she would have killed for, freckles, perfect lips, and he was tall too, although not as tall as Sam. And he was in great condition, not like one of those guys that works out in a gym all the time, but strong and lean, solid. His hands were callused, knuckles scarred, like he worked with his hands.
“Who are you?” She asked as she looked in the mirror again before leaving the bathroom.
Sitting back down on the barstool, she caught the bartender’s attention. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”
“Jeremy.”
She nodded. “Can I get another, Jeremy?” and she tapped the empty bourbon glass with the silver ring on her right hand before sliding it forward.
He nodded, grabbed a bottle and poured a generous amount in the glass. “You feeling better?” he asked as he slid the glass back towards her.
She nodded, “Eh. It’s been a weird night.”
“Not the best birthday?”
“No. I was supposed to spend it with my boyf…” she stopped herself suddenly and tried to switch gears, “I had plans, that, no offense, didn’t include this fine establishment.” Shit, she’d almost outed this guy that she didn’t even know. Maybe he was into guys, but maybe not, how would she know, and it was always better to be safe than sorry when literally walking in someone else’s shoes.
Jeremy, if he noticed the slip, didn’t give any indication of being bothered by it. He leaned on one elbow against his side of the bar. “Are you traveling for work or something?”
She looked at him, honestly not sure how to answer that question. She knew she had a room at a motel nearby, but why?
Before she could answer, Jeremy continued, “I mean, there’s not a whole lot of here here, you know? This is not really a destination. And,“ he leaned a little closer and spoke in a more conspiratorial tone, “you’re like an eleven compared to the locals.” He nodded at the few other patrons and cracked a smile.
Okay, so maybe he had picked up on her little slip, but she didn’t think he was a threat, so she just laughed it off and took a sip of her drink.
~~~
Later, standing in the kitchen trying to follow some random friend group drama that could have almost been a telenovela storyline, Sam had come up behind Dean and wrapped him in a hug, hands crossed over his waist, his face nuzzled into his hair behind his ear. Dean’s eyes closed as a delightful shiver ran through him and settled between his legs.
“Ugh, get a room, you two!” Sam’s friend Brady said, teasingly.
Without looking, Sam grabbed a handful of chips out of the open bag on the counter and threw them right at the guy’s face, who actually managed to catch one in his mouth to raucous applause.
“Come on.” Sam breathed, low and quiet in Dean’s ear, and threading their fingers together, steered him out of the room.
“What? Where?”
“It’s getting late and I promised, didn’t I?”
Dean didn’t know how to respond because he had no idea what Sam was talking about.
~~~
Jessica sipped at the bourbon, not sure if she enjoyed the taste or not but the smooth burn was sort of growing on her. She sipped and she thought about what she should, or even could, do. Trapped in a stranger’s body, in an unknown town, states away from anyone she knows, what were her options? She could go find the motel room that matched the key in her pocket, and what? Watch crappy motel tv until she falls asleep in some stranger’s bed, hoping that she wakes up in her own body in the morning? That honestly sounded depressing as fuck. So she stalled, and sipped, and sat, and tried not to completely freak out.
~~~
His little brother was all hands, huge, long, spidery, gentle hands. Hands that covered so much, especially on Jessica’s smaller body. He smoothed over his… her long hair, down his… dammit, her arms, down her back. Eyes shining and bright, open as if to not miss anything, to catch every reaction as he walked backwards into a room to the right of the bathroom, Sam finally stepped back out of Dean’s space enough to let the warm flickering glow light up his face. The room was lit by half a dozen candles, on the dresser, the nightstand, on top of the bookshelf. Dean’s eyes went wide. Oh.
Oh no. This was, shit, this was… he looked at Sam. This was bad, he told himself. He couldn’t, it was too much, too far.
Sam, still smiling, was now a little unsure, a little embarrassed, “Too much?” His hand was rubbing gently up and down on Dean’s back, Jessica’s back, fuck, like he just couldn’t stop touching her.
Dean tried to say something, screaming internally at himself to find a way out of this, screwing things up between Jessica and Sam would be better than… He swallowed and opened his mouth, piecing together some sort of excuse, but all thought evaporated as Sam bit his bottom lip, all dimples and glinting eyes, and leaned in. Dean didn’t mean to smile, it was a reflex, a reaction to the extreme absurdity of the situation, that’s all, it wasn’t because his heart fucking swelled at seeing Sam all lit up and happy, looking at him like that.
Oh, I’m a bad, bad person.
He couldn’t look away from Sam’s mouth. And then Sam was too close to see and he nosed into his hair, speaking right into his ear, warm breath sending shivers through him, “I promised you, tonight is all about you. I want to make you feel so good, see how many times I can make you come.”
And Dean felt hellfire flare up through him, burning his cheeks, making his thighs and inner muscles clench around a deep needful longing. A gasp escaped, unbidden, from his open mouth.
You do this and you really are the scumbag you’ve always felt like. This is the line, right here, right now.
But this was something that he would never get to have normally, only this freaky occurrence giving him an impossible chance to have everything he’d ever wanted, even if just for one night, even if under duplicitous circumstances, in someone else’s body, even if it meant burning in Hell eternally for it.
One of Sam’s thumbs brushed lightly over Dean’s lips, as his fingers curled into his hair, turning his head and mouthing at his ear, nipping at and rolling his earlobe between his teeth before tracing kisses along the underside of his jaw. Dean breathed out a shiver that went all the way down to his knees. Sam kissed right up to the corner of his open mouth.
Dean didn’t believe Hell was real, not really, not an actual place like the bible thumpers would have you believe, but this, even ignoring every other horrible thing he’d ever done, this would surely damn him… but maybe it would be worth it. He could have this, and Sam never needed to know.
He turned his head just a little and caught Sam’s lips with his own.
~~~
With the bar being as quiet as it was, Jeremy took to making small talk as the evening wore on, nothing heavy, nothing too personal, just talking about sports teams (luckily a topic she knew a fair amount about) and cars (which she didn’t but luckily most guys didn’t take much encouragement to go on about that sort of thing without much more than a few interested prompts), but he was nice and kind of funny. It was better than stewing alone in her thoughts.
By the time Jess had had another bourbon, man did this James guy have a higher tolerance than she did, she had loosened up a lot.
So what if she’d probably experienced a psychotic break or something and was now trapped in this weird-ass dream, or maybe worse that she was really stuck in some dude’s body on her birthday and was now drinking alone in some shitty bar. She blinked, god was this what James’ life was like? Hopefully this was just a bad day or something. She at least had a party with all her college friends and Sam… Sam. Shit, James better be playing it cool, like he’d said he would, and not be doing anything to fuck things up between her and Sam.
~~~
For a moment, when he kissed Sam, SammySam oh fuck SAM, he’d forgotten all about his hands, like they didn’t even exist, like nothing existed outside of the bursts of confused chaos in his mind and how kissing Sam seemed to short circuit everything.
Good! No, no! I can’t. Stop. Ohhh god, right, this is right. Can’t. Fuck, finally!
Every part of his borrowed body felt like it was blushing, like he should be legit glowing, and there was this warm, aching, wetness that he was suddenly very aware of between his legs. It was a lot like how he normally felt when turned on, just not as focused, deeper inside and suffused throughout his body. He also found that he was very, very aware of his tits, every move, each breath as they lifted and fell, the way the fabric of the bra and shirt moved, every touch against Sam, he could feel all of it, and was aware of it all at once, and yet craved more. Sam’s hands were in his hair, cradling his head as they kissed. His lips tasted like home.
You can touch him!
And just like that, a lifetime of suppressed impulses and denied wants let loose as he placed his hands on Sam’s sides. Lightning-like desire, in all its terrifying glory, zapped through him, along his fingers and up his arms at the contact. Sam was solid, still lean and lanky with youth, but no longer a kid, not his little brother. Big.
It wasn’t like Dean never touched him, hell, he’d probably touched him more than anyone else. But that was different, it was checking on him, cleaning him up, bandaging and mending, little kid snuggles and hugs, holding his hand as they crossed the street, shoulders leaning together as they sat and joked quietly, just the two of them. This, though, this, was the edge of the map. Here, there be monsters, and his pulse pounded like he was on a hunt.
He ran his hands up over Sam’s chest, feeling the lines of the muscles beneath his shirt as Sam slid one of his hands down Dean’s back, pulling him closer, pressing them together. He didn’t stop at his waist this time, his hand continuing down over Dean’s ass to cup and squeeze. Dean moaned, just a little and in a way that he hadn’t expected, and his hands moved up across Sam’s shoulders and neck and into his hair, fingers tangling in his nape and pulling Sam down, or himself up, it didn’t matter which as long as they somehow got closer. Dean instinctively wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips when he lifted him up, one hand under Dean’s ass, across the back of his thighs, the other still cradling the back of his head. Sam shifted, holding Jessica’s weight easily and Dean wondered if Sam had gotten strong enough to lift his own actual body the same way. That thought made his breath hitch.
Sam pushed the door shut with one foot and then took three strides to cross the room before he dropped them both down onto the bed. Sam caught himself with his elbows, so his weight didn’t come down on Dean all at once as he bounced, a laugh bubbling out of Dean, met with a smile from Sam.
Sam looked at him for a moment, brushing hair from Dean’s face, Jessica’s face, Dean reminded himself. Sam was looking at Jessica like that, like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and like he wanted to eat her up. Jealousy at the realization sparked in Dean, but it was quickly quelled because Sam looking at Jessica like that meant that Dean could look back through her in a way he never could through his own eyes.
He took in Sam’s bright, clever, magic-colored eyes, and his pointed nose that made him look fox-like and clever. That mole beside his nose, that Dean always wanted poke or to kiss, depending on the day. His hair that, from this angle, spread around his face like a dark halo and reminded Dean of that photo of Jim Morrison, the one where his arms were spread and his chest was bare. He looked like the hero of some Greek myth and he was painfully beautiful.
Then Sam was kissing him again, little nibbling kisses that wandered along his jaw, sending delicious shivers through him. Sam’s hand found the bare skin at his waist, fingers spread out across his stomach, up under his shirt to his ribs as he kissed his way down Dean’s throat.
Dean leaned his head to the side, stretching his neck as he arched up into Sam’s touch. Sam’s fingertips traced along the bottom of his bra, brushed the underside of his breast. Holy shit.
He’d gotten so caught up in the fact that this was Sam, SamSammy, that he’d almost completely glossed over the fact that he was in a woman’s body and was going to experience sex, with Sam, in a body with girl parts! What was, possibly, most disturbing was how onboard he was for this ride. Like, if he was completely honest with himself, the Sam thing had always been there, usually it was forcibly shoved into the furthest, deepest, darkest corner of his brain, and locked down tight, but sometimes it escaped and made it almost to the surface before he’s wrestle it back down again and did his best to ignore it. But beyond an occasional fleeting thought about what the woman he was with was feeling as he went down on her, thrust into her, well, he’d never actually fantasized about actually feeling whatever they felt. The prospect was surprisingly thrilling.
And this isn’t gay (or incest) if it’s Jessica’s body. That thought sent a cold shiver through him, followed very closely by a rancid tendril of self-disgust. What the hell was the matter with him?
But then Sam was cupping his breast, warm hand giving a massaging little squeeze, the nipple genty pinched in the V between his thumb and index finger, sending sparks of pleasure through him and distracting him from his thoughts. Dean had always liked having his nipples played with during sex, well, he really liked having everything played with during sex, but now, though? It was just so much more.
Sam pushed his shirt up, kissed him through the fabric of the bra, before giving a little, demanding “Off.” and worked both the shirt and bra off, undoing the back clasp one handed, that’s my boy. And then his mouth was on him again. Dean’s hands were on Sam’s shoulders, then in his hair as he lavished attention on his tits. And, yeah, definitely an area deserving of all the attention Dean was prone to give because it felt fucking awesome. Before the sensations could become too much, Sam would shift his focus to the other side, kissing and sucking, biting (which felt amazing) and pulling little gasps out of Dean.
Dean squirmed a bit, suddenly desperate for some sort of friction between his legs. Like he’d sensed it, Sam ran one hand down, using little more than the weight of his hand, over the fabric of his skirt, and rubbed, pushing a bit more with his middle and ring fingers, curving with his body, right down between Dean’s legs. It wasn’t quite like having his dick rubbed, the feeling a little more muted, more spread out. But the warmth that spread through him felt familiar as did the desire it inflamed. And he pushed his hips against Sam’s hand seeking more pressure.
The biggest difference Dean felt was where he normally would have wanted to push into his partner, to thrust into them, all he wanted now, the desire that consumed his mind, was that he needed something inside him, stretching him, filling him. This hollow, wanting, ache was new but made him unbearably warm and desperate. And he wondered, not for the first time, about how much of it was coming from Jessica’s muscle memory, because while it was new to him, it felt so perfectly right and natural in this body.
With a final playful pull on one of his nipples, sucking hard before letting it drop and the weight of the breast bounce back against Dean’s chest, Sam kissed his way down across his stomach. Jessica was a bit ticklish, it would seem, because the light scrape of Sam’s stubble sent delightful tremors through Dean. Not enough to make him laugh or pull away, but enough to make him smile.
This is crazy. This is crazy. This can’t be real. I must be dreaming. This is some weirdass fever dream. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Sam reached the waistband of Jessica’s skirt, kissing and tonguing over Dean’s belly button as he worked loose the zipper and slid the fabric down, chasing it with his mouth. Dean lifted his hips so Sam could slide it the rest of the way down and off his legs, leaving him in just delicate, barely there, panties. They were silky and pink and Dean flashed back hard to six years ago, to Rhonda Hurley looking at him wearing her panties like she wanted to eat him alive, a look that was mirrored now in Sam’s eyes as he slowly looked up his… Jessica’s body. Dammit.
That look wasn’t Dean’s, it wasn’t for him. Sam was looking at Jessica like that. Fuck he shouldn’t do this. He needed to say something, stop this somehow.
“Sam…” He pleaded, but it came out too breathless and wanting, needing, and Sam smiled and leaned down, placed a kiss right on the silky pink stretched over the center of all the warmth Dean was feeling and hummed against him.
“Hmm?” and then he kissed a little lower and looked up from under his bangs as he gently stroked one hand up Dean’s thigh, fingers spreading so wide, hot and thrilling. He placed another kiss, this time below the curve of where Dean could see, so he couldn’t see Sam’s mouth as it pressed the fabric right into the wetness between his legs. Sam nosed in then and breathed deep. “All this for me?”
Dean bit down on his bottom lip, part of his mind still desperately trying to get control of this situation, to somehow, miraculously pull back before it was too late, when Sam looked up and locked eyes with him as he slowly, gently, bit the fabric covered mound, worrying it so slowly with his teeth before saying, in a voice deeper than Dean had ever heard him use, “God I want to eat you up. Will you let me? Let me just,” he licked, his tongue spread wide, right up over the now sodden crotch of those pink panties, “devour you?”
And the last vestiges of Dean’s attempts to be a better person crumbled. If he was going to hell, and he was definitely going, then he was going to make damn sure that he got the maximum value out of the trip.
“Yeah.” he said as he reached out and ran his fingers down Sam’s hair, his thumb brushing Sam’s cheek as Sam, SamMySammyMine, smiled his sharp, clever, mischievous smile and pulled the panties off and settled back between Dean’s legs, bending Dean’s knees up and over Sam’s shoulders. One hand going up Dean’s side, his long arm easily allowing him to cup around one breast, while the other spread, fingers splayed, across the tight skin below Dean’s navel, pressing down with gentle pressure to still the squirming Dean hadn’t even realized he was doing.
~~~
The last of the other customers paid up his tab and left. Jessica threw back the rest of her drink.
“What do I owe you?” she asked as she stood up to pull James’ wallet out of his pocket. The gravity in the room lurched violently to the left and she had to catch herself by clutching the edge of the bar. She barked out a laugh and sat back down on the stool. “Whoa.”
“Easy there.” Jeremy said. “No rush.”
He slid another glass of water over to her with a smile. She nodded and gratefully took a drink. It was cold and even though it still tasted a little too much like chlorine to be called good, she knew it would help.
“It’s cool, take your time, I’ve got a bunch of things to do to close up so you don’t have to leave just yet.” He said with a smile.
~~~
Sam’s attention focused between Dean’s spread legs, nosing into the trimmed little bush before licking along the folds of his pussy. His tongue, a wide and warm pressure, different from anything Dean had experienced before. It wasn’t like having his dick licked, which felt good right from the start. But the act was insanely intimate and definitely felt good, and the fact that it was Sam, samsamsam, made him shiver. And then the tip of Sam’s tongue dipped in and flicked across Dean’s clit and there it was! A burst of pleasure followed immediately by a desire for more.
A keening slipped from Dean’s throat, so much higher pitched than felt right to him. Looking down, all he could see was Sam’s shaggy brown hair and his fox-like eyes, pupils wide in the darkened room, looking back at him. Sam slid his hand down, long fingers spreading Dean open. Dean felt the air stir between his legs, cooling around the edges, and he realized just how wet he was. Sam licked again, taking his time, dipping in and flicking across before gently kissing that swollen bud of nerves and then doing it again, and again. Dean gasped when he used his teeth, normally something, as a guy, that would be a complete no-go, but the nipping and nibbling here felt good, really good, primal and hungry, and Dean wanted more.
Sam pushed his tongue in, deeper each time, as he rubbed Dean’s clit, pressing and circling, circling and pressing, sucking, biting, again and again until Dean’s hands had to move because Sam was holding his hips still, so he reached down and brushed Sam’s hair back, so he could see him better, then stayed in his hair, just holding, trying not pull. And his other hand went to his breast, kneading and then pinching the sensitive nipple. Everything combined and built up like a wave swelling, growing more and more, frantic, urgent, faster, and then he was pulling on Sam’s hair, which made him groan into Dean, the vibrations sending Dean crashing over. Sam continued to gently massage Dean’s clit, while fucking into him with his tongue, as wave after wave rolled through Dean.
Just as Dean was able to breathe again, Sam shifted around a bit so that he had both hands working, the one still spreading Dean open and working his clit in slow circles, while he pressed first one finger then two into him.
There was a punk rock girl out near Salt Lake, what was her name? Brenda something, shit he couldn’t think, but she’d had a thing for sticking her finger in her partner’s ass when they fucked her, and while she’d been enthusiastically into it, and it hadn’t been bad, it was weird, kinda good weird, but weird. It was nothing like this.
Sam leaned back in as he worked up a steady rhythm, and started tonguing and sucking his clit again. Dean was so sensitive it didn’t take long for him to feel everything building again. Sam had worked another finger in and curled them forward. It was a tried and true move that Dean had used on many, many occasions, and now he knew why it always worked so well, as he gasped and came hard, muscles fluttering hard around Sam’s hand.
“Samm… Sam,” remembering just in time, “please, oh fuck, mmm, I…”
“Hmm?”
“I need,” but he hesitated before voicing the rest, bit his bottom lip, was he really going to ask for it? From Sam?
“What? What do you need, baby?” Sam asked, his voice lower than Dean had ever heard it, deep but tender and pressed right between his legs, and damn if that didn’t light something up on the switchboard in Dean’s head.
No one but Dean would ever know if he just asked for what he wanted.
“Fuck me?” he said, quiet and unsure.
“Hmm, thought I’d stay here for a little longer, make you scream my name.” Sam slowly nosed in again and licked. “You taste so good.”
“Sam.”
Bright eyes staring up at him. “Mmm?”
“Are you really going to make me beg… on my birthday?”
Sam nodded as he nipped at the inner crease of Dean’s hip.
Dean let out a frustrated groan, “Please? Get up here and fuck me, Sam.”
Sam smiled, “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He sat back, pulled his shirt off and used it to wipe his hand and face before tossing it onto the floor. Shit, Sammy had filled out since the last time Dean had seen him and, reminding himself that he could look, he let his eyes linger on his brother’s torso. He realized he was mentally inventorying the scars he could see, there were no new ones, which was good. Sam’s belt buckle jangled a little as it came undone and he unbuttoned his jeans. Sam stood and pushed them down along with his underwear, black boxer briefs, and then was kicking them off to the side and slowly crawling back onto the bed.
Holy shit! HIs baby brother was built like a Greek god! How often was he working out? He was all slick, cut muscle, long limbs, and… In what universe was it even remotely fair that his little (no longer the operative word) brother had gotten bigger than him, apparently in every way? Dean was not a small guy, over six feet and packing a generously sized dick that he’d never, not once, gotten any complaints about. In fact, he’d received more than enough compliments to give him a, possibly, over-inflated sense of pride. Dean had an amazing cock, that he knew how to use. It was a source of great joy for him. And, he soothed his ego, it was hard to get a proper sense of scale, not having access to his own hands. But then Sam was grinning at him with his wickedly clever eyes and bright, dimpled smile again and Dean felt himself smiling back, his cheeks flushing as Jessica’s body responded to a new wave of want.
Sam crawled up over Dean, stretching his long body and skimming, not quite touching, over him, supporting his weight on his knees and hands. Just as Sam zeroed in on his lips and when Dean anticipated he would kiss him, Sam kept stretching past, reaching over and easily sliding open then closing the nightstand drawer. When he pulled back, a condom packet held by a corner in his mouth, he dragged it lightly across Dean’s skin, tickling slightly and forcing a giggle out of him that Dean would cringe over later when he replayed the moment. Sam sat back on his heels and tore open the packet. A wild thought, a desire, flashed through Dean, causing his cheeks to burn.
“Wait,” he said breathlessly.
Sam stopped and looked at him, concern overriding some of the confidence he’d shown just seconds before. But Dean was sitting up and reaching out, running his hand down Sam’s thigh as he smiled Jessica’s wide smile.
“Just, let me…” and he slid his hand up, his gaze meeting his grasp as he stroked Sam’s length. Hot, velvety soft skin twitched in the circle of Jessica’s manicured fingers. Dean blinked slowly, his eyes threatening to close, to block out such a transgression, but he made himself look, burning the image into his memory. He licked his lips as he shifted so he could lean forward. He just needed to know… if he was here, if he was doing this, then he needed it all, there’d never be another chance. He rubbed his thumb through the drop of precum beaded up on the head of Sam’s cock, spreading it slick across the head, and then kissed there. He looked up to find Sam staring down, eyes dark, mouth open, a blush high on his cheeks like he was drunk, and Dean licked slowly, tasting as he stared up at him.
Dean had never gone down on a guy before, although he’d received plenty of propositions over the years. But he’d eaten out more than his fair share of women and every one had tasted different, each one unique and special and divine, and this really wasn’t much different from that. Salty, a little bitter, not bad, just intimate. And he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a deep satisfaction to sucking the head of Sam’s cock into his mouth. Sam’s fingers slipped into Jessica’s hair, fingers spanning the width of her head and gently holding there, not pressing, not pulling, as he let out a slow breath.
Dean reached up with his free hand and took the opened condom packet from Sam as he swirled his tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock. And then he pulled back and slid the condom down and gave it a couple slow pumps with his fist to make sure it was rolled all the way down.
He sat up and crawled forward, capturing Sam’s bottom lip as he pressed against him. Sam’s hand let go of his hair and like earlier, he pulled Dean in like he weighed nothing, hands engulfing his hips as he settled Dean on his lap. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck, reveling in the feel of his tits crushed up against Sam’s chest and Sam’s erection hot and hard between them. His hips rubbed forward, like they were seeking friction on autopilot.
“Sam,” he keened.
Sam lifted him again and lined himself up and lowered Dean onto him. Dean’s eyes rolled closed as he stretched and was filled in a way he’d never even dreamed. He’d never be able to claim that again, he was sure he’d never get the perfect feeling of them fitting together like this out of his mind. And as his hips once again seemed more in control of things than he was, he gave some experimental grinds, and looked at Sam whose eyes were closed, his brow furrowed a little in concentration, and he looked… beautiful.
“Sam?”
Sam opened his eyes, his pupils blown wide in the candlelight and a look of pure want on his face, and he was the most gorgeous thing that Dean had ever seen. He circled his hips, trying to find the leverage to do more when Sam lifted him again, easily taking Jessica’s weight in his arms and began to thrust up. As he repeated the movement, again and again, Dean let his head fall back, his eyes closing, Sam’s mouth kissing hungrily along his jaw and down his neck, teeth nipping, stubble on his chin rough, but never hurting, never bruising, no it was just enough to feel all the way down through to where they were connected.
With his eyes closed and head tipped back, the weight of Jessica’s hair hanging down, bouncing with every forceful thrust, Dean could only hold on, losing himself in the sensations. Sam ran a hand up Dean’s back, his hand tangling in and gently but insistently pulling, causing Dean to arch further back. Sam kissed down, captured one of his nipples, his other hand sliding low across Dean hips, thumb finding and pressing into his clit and the combination of all those sensations pushed him up and over that cliff again. Being so full, having something… his brother’s cock, a thought that he really shouldn’t be so completely good with… inside him, for his muscles to squeeze, and with so much skin-on-skin contact for him to clutch onto, pushed everything up, and up, and over.
When Dean could focus again, he lifted his head, eyes meeting Sam’s, Sam who was still fucking him, and holy hell if his (not so) little brother wasn’t a goddamn freight train. The thought brought a ridiculous swelling of pride with it, some misguided feeling that he’d had a hand in raising this absolute god of a man. Dean smiled, his mouth open with every breath that Sam pushed out of him, and he traced his fingers across Sam’s face, thumb dragging across his bottom lip before Dean leaned in and kissed him.
“Come on, Baby. Come for me? I want to feel you, come on.” he said in between kisses. Sam’s arms tightened around him, his pace speeding up. “ Come on, Sammy.” Dean breathed and he felt Sam’s body tense. He leaned back enough to see Sam’s face as he climaxed. Little aftershocks from Dean’s last orgasm were still pulsing through him as Sam twitched inside him.
When their heavy breaths slowed down to contented sighs, Sam pulled out, removed the condom and tossed it in a small trash can by the nightstand and twisted the two of them so they could fall onto their sides on the bed, his arms still around Dean, facing each other.
Sam brushed a thick lock of hair out of Dean’s face, his eyes alight with reflected, flickering candlelight. He was sweaty and his cheeks were still flushed and he looked contentedly fucked out and Dean couldn’t stop staring at him.
A bemused smile flashed across Sam’s face after a moment. “What?”
Dean didn’t have the words, so he just smiled with his borrowed face, hoping it conveyed the best part of the crazed tangle of things he was feeling. When Sam returned the smile, Dean leaned in and kissed him one last time before snuggling into his brother’s broad chest, his eyelids growing heavy.
Sam placed a kiss on the top of his head. “Happy birthday, Jess.”
Dean was glad that Sam couldn’t see his face because he knew the smile wasn’t reaching his eyes anymore.
Dean lay there until Sam’s breathing evened out into sleep. And then he steadfastly refused to give into the looming tidal wave of guilt that was threatening to drown him, closing his eyes, he breathed in the smell of Sam, letting all the memories it triggered carry him, finally, to sleep.
~~~
“So, I’m curious,” she asked, “you don’t seem too enthused about… wait, where are we again?”
Jeremy laughed, “Eastfield.”
“Right, right. You don’t seem too enthused about Eastfield. And you’re young, seem intelligent, so why…” she gestured around the bar. “You from here? Got family or something?”
“Nah, I mean, not exactly. I grew up near here. Went to college. While I was there, my dad got sick, cancer, so I came home to take care of him. And, I don’t know, after he passed I just didn’t go right back and now,” he shrugged as he moved glasses around, “I don’t know. I’m just sort of here because here feels as good as anywhere to be.”
Jessica nodded and took a sip of water.
“What about you? You’ve been here all night and haven’t mentioned what you do for a living once.” Jeremy carried a crate of glasses into the back, Jessica could hear it being set down, and then he was back again, leaning up against the bar across from her. “Most people don’t shut up about their jobs when they get talking here. It’s just a safe topic, you know? Not too personal but something that eats up most of their lives. But you?”
Jessica shrugged and smiled, taking another drink of water. Jeremy squinted his eyes a bit, pursed his lips.
“What if I guess?” He looked her up and down, clucking his tongue quietly. “A hit man for the Mafia? Is the Mafia still a thing?” He smiled.
She laughed, “I don’t know. But no, I’m not in the Mafia.” I think, she added internally.
Jeremy looked at her, watched her mouth as she smiled. “Are you a model or something… which as I’m saying it, sounds super cheesy.” he said with a bit of a blush rising high on his cheeks above his beard. He was flirting and she suddenly remembered that she wasn’t herself. He was flirting with the gorgeous guy who’d been drinking alone at his bar all evening.
“I don’t really want to talk about what I do, it’s just not…” she shrugged and took another drink of water, licking her lips. The room was still spinning a bit and she felt all warm and fuzzy, like this was all a weird but pleasant dream.
Jeremy leaned forward onto his elbows, only a foot or so of distance between them now. “SInce I’m already kinda making a fool of myself… you are, you know… really hot and it seems like a crime against humanity for you to be alone on your birthday.”
He had nice brown eyes, wide and clear and kind, and what should have been an overdone line came across as genuine. The only other guy she knew that could have pulled that off was Sam. Thinking of him caused a heavy lump of guilt to form in her stomach.
“And yet, here I am.”
He slid one hand closer, fingertips just brushing the backs of her knuckles where her hand was still curled around the glass.
She stared at his hand and thought about Sam, who was the best man she’d ever known, smart, sweet, funny, weirdly mysterious, how did he even know half the shit he knew? And she knew so little about his life, his childhood, just enough to know that it had been nomadic and traumatic. His mom had died when he was a baby, his dad hadn’t handled that well, and he had a brother, but he never wanted to talk about them. He was home, thinking he was with her (hopefully) if James wasn’t screwing everything up. But at the same time, the idea that Sam might not be able to tell that it wasn’t her… well, it rankled.
She looked over Jeremy’s shoulder and saw James’ reflection looking back. Maybe it was the drinks, she thought as she shifted her gaze back to Jeremy, or the dream-like unrealness of the entire evening, but she slowly licked her lips thinking about what it would feel like to kiss a guy using someone else’s mouth, a man’s mouth? Would it feel different?
There was only one way to find out.
She pushed up and forward slightly as Jeremy leaned further across the bar. They both hesitated when there were only a couple of inches of space between them, giving the other a chance to back out. Shyness was never something that Jessica suffered from. Quite the opposite. Throughout her life she’d been accused of being too forward, too bold and daring, too aggressive when she wanted something. She knew she was impulsive, but YOLO, right? She slid her hand around the back of Jeremy’s neck and pulled him into a kiss.
The beard was something new to her. It was scratchy-soft and tickly in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. His lips were soft though and he knew what to do with them. After a moment, they broke apart.
“Hey, come around. I, uh, I want to give you something.”
When she stood up this time she was steady. Walking around the bar, she felt a flush of excitement, like a spreading fire flowing from her cheeks, down her chest, and into her gut. She followed him through the doorway and into the back room where Jeremy turned and pushed her up against a wall with a big, laminated, OSHA poster taped to it.
He was a couple inches shorter, so she had to tip her head down to meet his lips, a feeling so opposite of what she was used to that it added to the overall surrealness of the situation. And then he stepped even closer, one leg wedging between hers, pressing against her, his hands cupping her head, fingers rubbing into her scalp, such a different experience with James’ short hair, but pulling a pleased noise from somewhere deep in her chest. When his hips ground against hers, she was startled at the sensation. All that pooling warmth in her gut was suddenly rushing to her groin, focusing with growing insistence. She could feel Jeremy, already so hard, pressing back and the sensation left her breathless.
“Can I?” He tipped his head down as his hand skated over the front of her jeans, lightly tracing the bulge of her cock. Shit, she had a cock and this guy wanted to…
Okay, so she didn’t know if James was gay, or into guys at all, and she was seriously dating Sam, she was, but when would she ever be given the chance to experience this from this side of the equation again?
“Yeah.” she said.
Jeremy kissed her again as he undid her belt and jeans, sliding his hand down to feel her through her briefs. Her hips pressed forward, chasing the warmth and touch of his hand. And then his mouth was gone. He sank to his knees as he pulled the waistband of her briefs down and freed her straining cock. And it was like watching porn that she could feel, looking down the long stretch of her borrowed body, flat stomach and hard on, flushed dark pink with short, dark curls around the base. And then Jeremy’s tongue licked slowly up along the bottom of her shaft before flicking across the tip. Oh! That felt… good! One hand gently held the base, angling the length for better access, while his other hand cupped warm around her balls, lifting and squeezing in a way that made a small gasp escape her lips. Jeremy stared up at her as his tongue darted out again and swirled around the head of her cock, like he was trying to burn the image into his memory. But when he sucked her into his mouth and she groaned and placed a hand gently in his hair, her mouth falling open, his eyes sank closed and he got to work.
Jessica had given head, she knew her way around a blowjob and took pride in the responses she got, but to feel it, oh it added an entire other level. She couldn’t help but note what worked vs. what didn’t work vs. what really worked. She had also been on the receiving end of oral in her own body many times, something that Sam was particularly fond of (and extremely good at), but while this was similar, it was also so completely different, everything sort of flipped around in a delightful way. Her head tipped back against the wall as she let the feelings take over. Despite having no direct experience on this side of a blowjob, she felt confident that Jeremy seemed to know what he was doing. She didn’t hold back her responses and he picked them up and ran with them.
She was still tipsy enough and this was all still so new and weird, she had no idea how long it lasted before she felt herself tensing up, everything building as he worked at an increasingly frantic pace. As if he could sense how close she was, and he probably knew better than she did, he pulled back just enough to look up and say, “Come on” before swallowing as much of her as he could. A couple more pumps and the pressure in her burst, flooding out of her in deliciously violent spurts, all of which Jeremy greedily took.
When she could focus again, and looked down, he had his own dick out and was coming in his hand, his forehead resting against her thigh, still on his knees. She ran her hand through his hair, unconsciously petting him as they both came down.
When he sat back and fixed himself back into his pants, she did the same. She offered him a hand and pulled him back up to his feet. Awkwardness threatening to set in, she just smiled at him, “Thanks seems like a bit of an understatement.”
“What can I say, I’m a sucker for hot birthday boys.” He laughed, cheeks glowing with a deep flush. “No pun intended.”
Her smile spread wider.
Walking out of the bar a few minutes later, Jeremy’s number written on the receipt in her pocket, only feeling a little awkward at how quickly the whole interaction wrapped up because he seemed honestly content, Jessica looked around the parking lot. James had said it was a classic car, but she wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. The long, shiny, sleek lines of the absolute beast of a vehicle that was waiting for her was a surprise though.
She fished the keys out of her pocket and opened the door with a creaking squeak that spoke of old joints formed from heavy, solid, metal. She slid in behind the wheel and pulled the door shut.
“Okay. Just an easy drive over to the motel. You can do this.” Turning the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life. Nothing quiet or subtle about this car, but it felt right on a weird, deep level that she wasn’t sure was coming from her. She eased out of the bar’s parking lot and onto the blessedly deserted street, keeping it a bit below the speed limit, even though she could feel the car practically begging to go faster.
Then there was the motel, and she parked outside room 12, locked the car and went inside. The place was… well it wasn’t going to ever earn even three stars on any travel guide ever again, but it was sorta clean and had the basics covered, a bed, nightstand, little desk with a chair next to a dresser with a tv on it, open closet, and a dingy bathroom. She dropped the keys onto the nightstand, along with James’s wallet and phone, as she sat heavily on the side of the bed.
Exhaustion settled heavily on her and she felt like she was made of lead, but still managed to pull off her boots and started to lay down before stopping herself and grabbing the cheap pen with the motel name on it. She scribbled a quick note on the receipt, under Jeremy’s name and number. And then was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
~~~
The distinctive smell of stale, decades old, cigarette smoke and bleach hit him as Dean woke with a start. Sitting up and taking immediate stock of himself and his surroundings. Sunlight streamed in around the curtains, lighting up copious dust motes. The distant sound of a door banging shut reverberated through the walls.
He was still wearing what he’d been wearing when he’d left his body last night and had been sleeping stretched out on top of the covers on the bed in his motel room. His duffle bag lay seemingly untouched on the floor at the foot of the bed.
He rubbed his hands over his face and scrubbed at his hair a few times.
His wallet, keys, and phone were on the nightstand next to a note, which he picked up and read. The handwriting wasn’t his. And as he looked he realized it was likely written by two different people.
Jeremy 555-823-3467 was written in one hand, while the rest was another, messy and unsure.
You may not want to go back to that bar.
“Huh.” he tossed the note onto the bed, got up and walked to the window. A quick check outside verified that his car was there and seemed in one piece.
~~~
Jessica woke up slowly, warm and comfortable. She stretched and felt the familiar feel of her own body and smiled. The smile dropped entirely as she realized that she was naked and not alone. Sam, also naked, stirred next to her as she moved.
The night before settling like a brick in her stomach. She knew what she’d done, and would carry the guilt of cheating on Sam, but if she was honest with herself, which she tried hard to be, she believed that the extraordinary circumstances were something that she would have regretted not taking advantage of. Right or wrong, she’d made her choice and she’d live with that. But the idea that some random guy had used her body the same way, with her boyfriend, and that it turned out that Sam hadn’t noticed anything wrong, which either said a lot about how poorly he knew her, or about how good James was at pretending to be someone he didn’t really know, well, that weighed on her in a much more unpleasant way.
It wouldn’t be for another year and a half before that strange, surreal night would come sneaking back into her life in a fittingly bizarre and unexpected way.
Looking at that too handsome face again standing so close to Sam as she flipped on the light in their living room, made the floor feel like it was going to drop out from under her.
“Sam?”
“Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.” Sam said, still slightly out of breath.
She blinked in surprise, “Wait, your brother Dean?”
Sam had never shown her any pictures of his brother, had only spoken about him a few times, and had made it sound like they were distant, estranged. She hadn’t ever questioned… why would she have questioned? This, what the hell was this? But before she could form any of her swirling thoughts into words, Dean stepped forward, an over-the-top leering grin on his face.
“Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.”
There wasn’t even a hint of recognition in his eyes, but she still felt the hairs on her arms rise with a sense of danger at the aggressive eye contact he’d fixed on her.
Later, as she watched Sam pack and assure her that he would be back in time for his interview on Monday, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was looming nearby. But she’d never told Sam about that night, it was insane, how could she have even begun to explain it? So she didn’t know now how to articulate why she didn’t want Sam to go. The idea that James was actually Sam’s brother, that he’d… that they’d…
Sam kissed her goodbye with promises of seeing her soon and then was out the door. A familiar rumble of an engine starting up outside, and then they were gone.
#wincest#wincest fanfiction#non con#extremely dubious consent#body swap#gender swap#sam/jessica#dean/sam#long post
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Taking Comfort (In Your Arms) - Chapter 5
June 27 - 0600 hours
Colonel Harding had been on base for less than 24 hours when he requested Addie to come into the office earlier than normal. He had asked her to pull personnel files on all the higher ups on the base and present the information for him to read.
So, by 0600, she was yawning at her desk, a steaming cup of hot coffee awaiting her to take the first sip. Harding had just come into the office moments ago, and after handing him the requested files, he was sequestered in his office; she was hoping for a quiet morning. Though with the appearance of Buck, she sighed knowing that was now a longshot.
“Morning Major.” She raised an eyebrow in his direction, pausing her typing to take him in, fresh faced so early in the morning.
“Morning Captain. Is Colonel Harding available for a few minutes?” Buck removed his cap, nodding at her in greeting.
Addie pushed back from her desk, giving him a suspicious look. “Wait here and I’ll inquire.”
Knocking on the Colonel’s door, she heard a gruff “enter” before she slowly pushed open the door. “Colonel, Major Gale Cleven is inquiring if you have a few minutes for him.”
Dropping the file he was scanning, he gave her a look. “Buck Cleven is waiting?”
“Yes, sir. Do you have a few minutes for him?” She pressed again, not having the patience to repeat what she had just said.
Harding huffed, nodding. “Send him in.”
She walked back out to her desk and nodded at Buck. “Go on in.”
“Thanks Captain.” He gave her a bright smile, making his way to Harding’s office.
Sitting back down at her desk, she picked up the coffee mug and took a deep sip. She just hoped Buck knew what he was doing. She and Buck both agreed that Bucky made a better squadron commander rather than an Air Exec. It was a long shot that Harding would agree as well.
Less than twenty minutes later, Buck was back in front of her desk, looking quite pleased with himself. “Successful meeting?”
“It remains to be seen but we’ll know in a few hours I’d imagine.” Buck atoned, looking at her. “I’m sure you’ll see him before I see him. Him and Biddick were out late so give him hell.”
Saluting him, she vowed to do that when she eventually saw him. “Aye, Major will do. I’ll see you later Buck.”
“Have a good day, Captain.”
Watching him leave, she took another sip of coffee, sighing loudly knowing a long day was ahead for her. Grabbing the next stack of paper, she got to work, hoping the day would pass quickly.
0800 hours
A bouquet of wildflowers was the first thing she saw in the seconds after the door had slammed shut. Accepting and smelling them, she looked up seeing the grinning Major standing in front of her. “Good morning, Captain.”
“Good morning, Major.” She looked him over from head to toe, noticing him looking worse for wear. “Are you feeling okay? Heard through the grapevine that you were out late last night.”
Raising an eyebrow in her direction, Bucky leaned across her desk, giving her a quick kiss. “Keeping tabs on me, Captain?”
“Someone has to, and it might as well be me.” She smirked, putting the bouquet of wildflowers into a makeshift vase on the corner of her desk. She made a mental note to add water to it after he left.
Looking behind her, he spied liquid gold waiting there for him. “Can I steal a cup of coffee?”
Pushing back from her desk, she poured the strong coffee into a mug, passing it over to him. “Take a few sips before you walk into that office, John. You’re going to need it.”
“Any advice you can give me?” He asked, taking a sip, hissing when the stinging hot liquid hit the roof of his mouth.
“He’s better than Huglin.” She was met with a gruff chuckle at her words.
Raising his mug in a toast of thanks, he headed into Harding’s office. With a long exhale, she took her seat, willing herself to not dwell on what was happening behind the closed door.
Fifteen minutes later as she finished up a report, the door opened and Bucky stepped out, with an amused smirk on his face. “Why didn’t you tell me Buck was here earlier this morning?”
“I wasn’t going to spoil that for you.” She shook her head not wanting to get between the two of them. “How did you find out he was here?”
Bucky chuckled dryly. “There was a letter on Harding’s desk with Buck’s signature on it. I am very proficient at reading upside down. Was he the one that told you I was out late? And you’re looking at the new CO of the 418th squadron.”
“Congratulations, Bucky. And noted on being able to read upside down.” Giving him a look, she paused “My lips are sealed, Bucky. Don’t make me squeal.” Nodding, leaning down, he gave her a kiss as a promise to drop the questioning.
“I’ve got to go tell the boys the good news. Lunch later?”
She nodded. “If I can get away - not sure what the day entails. But I’ll get a note to you if I can’t.”
He saluted her. A giggle escaped her, watching him walk away, whistling “Blue Skies” as he went. Taking another sip of coffee, she knew there would be multiple cups of coffee in her future.
July 6 - 0900 hours
Nursing a cup of coffee, Addie tried to ward off the first faint hints of a headache. She had gone out the night before with the girls for pre-birthday drinks. Helen, Tatty, Madison, Delia, and Annie made her feel special as they treated her to dinner and drinks. She had enjoyed a few Moscow mules, along with several dances with the girls. The post-Fourth of July excitement was palpable around the base, which led right into her birthday.
Delia, one of the Red Cross Girls, was from North Carolina and had the sweetest Southern accent. Addie had to pay close attention whenever Delia talked just to make sure she caught everything the girl had said. She came from a big family and often had entertaining stories about her family’s antics. When times had gotten tough, she was there with a story to break the tension, causing the girls to roar with laughter.
Madison was a wireless girl, one of the girls who gave landing instructions to the boys when they went up and came back from missions. She was relatively new to the base and due to Addie’s office being in the tower, the two had become good friends. Madison was from New York and had a thick Brooklyn accent. She was the oldest of three children and her brother was on his way over as a pilot, being stationed at Thorpes Abbott in a few weeks.
Annie, a nurse, was from St. Louis, Missouri and was an only child. She had a hard adjustment moving into the barracks and everyone being in everyone else’s business. It had taken several weeks for her to feel comfortable with the random questions from the girls in their hut.
She thankfully had the day off. Harding heard through the grapevine that it was her birthday and promptly gave her the day off. She was a little nervous to see what the base had up their sleeve but currently she was blissfully alone. Though by the stray noise outside that was soon changing.
The doors being thrown open caught her attention as she looked up to see several men walking hurriedly towards her. Bucky was in the lead with something in his hands and a bright grin on his face. Looking over to the left, she saw the other girls trying to hide their smiles at the sight.
Bucky, Buck, DeMarco, Bubbles, Crosby, and Biddick all crowded around her table, grins and excitement on all of their faces. Stepping forward, Bucky placed the makeshift cake onto the table. It had white frosting on it with two single candles stuck in it. “Happy birthday, Bluebird.”
Looking up at the six of them with a mixture of awe and happiness, she grinned. “Did you all make that for me?”
“Bucky woke us up at 0630 wanting to make you a cake . . .” Buck trailed off, giving his best friend a look.
Raising an eyebrow, Addie motioned for him to continue. Buck exhaled loudly, a smirk on his lips. “But he didn’t know how to make a cake and we wanted to make sure he didn’t kill you with a disastrous cake.”
“Thanks for that Buck.” Bucky shook his head, mumbling about not being able to keep a secret. “You should have a birthday cake on your birthday and this is yours. Don’t know how it turned out but the batter was good.”
Picking up her fork, she tore a piece off, sticking it in her mouth. Groaning, her eyes went wide, looking at the men in front of her. “I may have had my doubts but well-done boys. That’s delicious.”
The six of them whooped and cheered at her declaration. Motioning for them to sit, she eyed them as they piled around the table. Bucky sitting beside her with Buck on her other side. “So Bucky made you all get out of bed early this morning?”
“Well, it started with just Buck and DeMarco, but these other dodos heard us talking and wanted in on the action.” Bucky said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’m pretty sure they just wanted to get in your good graces.”
Crosby slapped Bucky’s arm with a huff, causing her to laugh. “I appreciate you remembering my day. Not how I anticipated spending my birthday but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
“What are you doing today?” DeMarco asked, stealing a piece of cake, successfully avoiding a slap to his hand.
Grabbing another piece of cake, she popped it in her mouth, chewing before taking a sip of coffee. “I’ve got the day off. Going to do some flying in a bit.”
All six of their eyes went wide at her statement. All six of them had various questions as she laughed at the befuddlement. Holding up a hand, she waited for them to quiet. “There’s a farm about 10 miles from here that has a Tiger Moth that I fly on occasion. Yes, I’ll fly by the base and no, none of you can come with me, except Bucky because I promised him to take him up.”
The boys chuckled at that. Not wanting to linger, they made their moves to leave, wishing Addie Happy Birthday once more before they took their leave. Buck lingered, giving her a look. “What time will you be buzzing the tower?”
“Why do you ask?” Her hackles raised at his question, knowing he most likely had something up his sleeve.
Buck merely grinned, not giving anything away. “Just curious. Don’t want to miss you doing so.”
“Uh huh, sure Buck. I’m planning on leaving here around 1100 hours so probably 1130 or so.” She gave him a look, not liking the grin on his face one bit.
Saluting her, Buck took his leave, leaving Bucky and her alone at the table. Raising an eyebrow at Bucky, he grinned back at her. “Happy birthday, darling.”
“Thank you.” She laced her hand with his, giving it a squeeze. “Honestly, I didn't anticipate anything from anyone.”
Bucky laughed loudly. “Bluebird, if you didn’t think people were planning something to celebrate you, you’re sorely mistaken. You are well loved around here, I hope you know that.”
Ducking her head, she willed the blush to go away on her cheeks. Reaching over with his other hand, his finger on her chin as he pushed it up. “I’m picking up on that, John.”
“No one loves you more than I do, Bluebird.” She smiled at his words, leaning over and kissing him. “I love you, Adelaide Baker.”
Her eyes went wide at his words. It was the first time he had uttered those words. She almost slipped a week ago but managed to cover her almost slip up smoothly. She managed to school her face, a grin sliding across her face. Leaning forward, she captured his lips in a kiss, running her thumb against his jaw. “I love you too, John Egan. Now, do you think you can get away and go flying with me?”
“I have nothing on the schedule as a squadron commander today.” He smirked. “Apparently you’re a big deal around here as there’s no missions planned, so everyone has the day off.”
“And here I was thinking I was something special.” She gave him a look that he scoffed at. “You are special, Addie and this whole damn base knows that.”
Nodding, she grinned. “I’ve got some things to do but meet you in the jeep at 1100?”
“I’ll see you soon.” Offering her hand, he helped her from the table, pulling her into his arms. Giving her a proper birthday kiss, he pulled back smiling. “Happy birthday, again.”
“Thank you, handsome. See you soon.”
He watched her leave, shaking his head at the fact that she was his.
1120 hours
Pulling into the drive of the old farmhouse, Addie waved at the caretaker with a grin. “So this is your Tiger Moth?”
“Old man Rivers came wandering down to the airfield my first day and started up a conversation with me. We got to talking and he offered up the Tiger Moth whenever I wanted it. His son used to fly it but he’s over in France and he said he’s happy someone loves flying it just as much as he used to.” Addie grinned, pulling the jeep behind the barn. Throwing it into park, she hopped out of it, walking to the barn, throwing open the doors.
Bucky followed her, whistling seeing the yellow Tiger Moth sitting there. “She’s a beauty, Addie.”
“I’ve nicknamed her Daffodil and she’s a breeze to fly.” Addie walked around the plane, making sure there was no damage, not that anyone had flown her since she did three weeks ago. “Go ahead and jump up in the co-pilots spot.”
“Co-pilot?” John questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Addie scoffed. “You didn’t think I was going to let you fly a plane that you’ve never flown before, Egan? And they call you the smart one. You’re not flying this, especially on my birthday. Now get in and we’ll get going.”
Watching him jump into the co-pilot’s seat, she finished her inspection before climbing up to her seat. She threw the headset on, checking her controls before starting the engine. Taxiing on the dirt runway, they were soon air bound and flying in the clear day.
“This is incredible, Addie.” Bucky’s voice came over the radio, causing her to grin widely.
“Been a while since you’ve been in an open aircraft, huh? There’s nothing like the rush of the wind in your hair.” She eased the Tiger Moth into a barrel roll causing a shriek from John, which made her laugh. “Gotta keep you on your toes, Bucky.”
Before long, she saw the first sign they were nearing East Anglia. “Coming up on Thorpes Abbott.”
Looking out, she knew Buck had something up his sleeve when he asked about the time she’d fly over the base. It seemed the entire base had shown up to see her fly. “Looks like your friend can’t keep a secret.”
“Not sure why I have to claim him today - he’s your friend too.” Bucky chuckled.
“It’s my birthday so he’s all yours today, Bucky.” Laughing, she squared the plane up. “Ready to buzz the tower?”
And she did just that with the whoops and cheers of the audience below. Calling the tower, she requested landing instructions. Madison’s voice came over the radio, giving her instructions and soon they were landing. The crowd of people that met them on the hard stand cheered as she cut the engine before jumping out of the plane.
“Well that is a way to make an appearance.” DeMarco clapped, walking closer to Addie, impressed. “They said you were a fly girl . . .”
“But you had to see it to believe it, huh DeMarco?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow in a challenge.
DeMarco attempted to look abashed by her words but the grin on her face showed him she wasn’t upset. “You never know what tales your boyfriend will spin about you Baker.”
“Well, this time he wasn’t lying, DeMarco.”
Buck wandered over, looking impressed. “Well done, Addie.”
“See you couldn’t keep it to yourself that I was planning on buzzing the tower, huh Buck? Couldn’t let me have a little birthday fun?” She teased.
He knocked shoulders with her before throwing his arm around her shoulders giving her a half hug. “I didn’t want you to get in trouble with the brass, including your own father and Harding. Had to give them a heads up on what you were planning on doing. Come to find out, this is your birthday tradition?”
“You found out my secret.” She gasped, giving him a look, shaking her head. “Why couldn’t you let me have this one thing, Gale?”
Biddick, Bucky, Crosby and Bubbles had all wandered over at that moment and were looking between her and Buck. Biddick spoke up, jostling Buck. “Oooo Buck got real named. What did you do?”
“Apparently I blew her fun.” Buck shook his head. “Just trying to keep her out of trouble by telling the brass that she’s going to buzz the tower. Her father told me that it’s her birthday tradition every year and that he had already cleared it with whomever needed to know.”
Bucky chuckled. “You buzz the tower for your birthday?”
“I do, I started it when I turned 13 and I’ve done it every year since. It’s just for fun and gets me out of the same old, same old.” She had a wicked grin on her face. “I managed to elicit a squeal from Bucky earlier today so that might be the new birthday tradition.”
The boys oooo-ed, DeMarco and Crosby jostled Bucky as she shook her head. “Not like that boys - I barrel rolled the Tiger Moth and he wasn’t expecting it.”
“Let that be a lesson if you fly with Addie boys, she’ll keep you on your toes.” Bucky spoke up, amongst all the jeers.
Josie came over to the group and hugged Addie. “Happy birthday!”
“Thanks! Wanna go up with me?” Addie smirked, watching Josie quickly swing her head back and forth. “No! The last time you took me up I was sicker than a dog.”
Addie chuckled. “You told me you wanted to barrel roll. Little did I know that you didn’t know what that meant, only that you had heard one of the boys tell you. I will be good and fly the plane straight, unlike I will be with any of these boys if we go up.”
A man walking across the tarmac caught her attention causing her to shield her eyes to see who it was. Her father and Harding walked together, coming closer to the group standing there. “Captain Baker, very nicely done buzzing the tower.”
“Thank you sir.” She smiled weakly, looking from her CO to her father. “Dad, what brings you out here?”
A bright smile crossed her father’s face, pulling her in for a hug and a kiss to her cheek. “I haven’t wished you a happy birthday yet, so that’s one thing. Also, you got a bit of mail that I wanted to make sure you received.”
He handed her two letters and she nearly cried seeing the handwriting on both of them. Letters from her brother and sister, whom she hadn’t heard from in a while. “Did you get one from them both too?”
“No but those envelopes seem a bit thick so I’m hoping they included something in there.” He nodded to what he had just given her.
“If there’s anything, I’ll bring it to the house later.” She tucked the letters into her pants to read later when she was alone. “Thank you for bringing them to me.”
Nodding, her father looked at her. “When are you heading back?”
“I’ll probably take one of these flyboys up to show them girls can do it better then I’ll be back around 1500 hours or so.” She gave him a curious look. “What’s going on?”
Her dad chuckled. “We can’t pull anything on you, can we Adelaide?”
“You know I don’t like secrets.” She gave him and the men around her a look. “Just tell me what’s going on.”
Bucky and Buck traded glances with the rest of the boys while she rolled her eyes. She knew she was losing cause when none of them spoke a word. “Fine, you keep your secrets. Who’s going up with me?”
Biddick, DeMarco, Bubbles and Crosby all took a step back, leaving Bucky and Buck in her direct line of fire. “What do you say, Cleven? Want to go up?”
“Show me what you got, Baker, unless Bucky wants to go back up?” Buck agreed, looking over at Bucky.
“Nah man all you.” Bucky tugged Addie close, dipping her before giving her a passionate kiss before dropping his voice. “Give him hell, babe.”
Pushing him away, Addie laughed, looking over at Buck. “Let’s go. We’ll be back with the jeep in an hour or so.”
Buck gave her a challenging look. “Last one to get to the plane is the co-pilot.”
“Damn Buck!” She took off running, taunting him as he gained on her. They all laughed when her hands slapped Daffodil just seconds before Buck did. “Looks like you’re co-pilot Cleven, which is something I’ve heard you’ve never done before.”
His laughter that met her made her grin brightly as she motioned him to get up in the plane. She scrambled up to the pilot’s seat, starting the plane to the cheers and jeers of the crowd. “Madison, take off instructions please.”
Madison delivered the requested instructions before wishing her a good flight. “Any requests on what you want to see, Cleven?”
“I’m just along for the ride, Addie.” His voice came over the radio. “Wouldn’t mind a few of your tricks.”
She chuckled, knowing she would have to work a bit harder to scare Buck than she did with Bucky. “You asked for it.”
Turning the plane into a quarter loop, causing the plane to go into a vertical position, decreasing the airspeed. She focused the nose of the plane down, causing the plane to pause. She heard Buck’s voice gasp over the intercom causing her to gleefully laugh. “Dammit Addie, did you just stall it?”
“Nah, just a stall turn but it got you to pause and gasp, which just made my day.”
Buck chuckled. “What else have you got up your sleeve Addie?”
“Are you really asking me that, Buck? Or are you just curious if I’m going to scare you more?” She called back.
“Yes, I’m really asking you that and I’m not scared.” He called back. “I know you’re not going to kill your boy’s best friend.”
Scoffing, Addie rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to kill you Buck. Might scare you a little bit along the way but won’t kill you. Let a girl have a little fun on her birthday.”
1500 hours
“And then I got Buck Cleven to scream like a little girl.” Addie took a sip of her Moscow Mule as the group around her gave Buck hell.
Buck held up a hand, giving the group a look. “She was going to crash that plane.”
“Like I was going to crash Daffodil. It’s like you don’t know me at all Buck.” She gasped, holding a hand to her chest astonished he would think such a thing. “Just wanted to scare you, flyboy and show you a thing or two.”
Buck shook his head drinking his ginger beer. “Never going up with you again, Addie. Once was enough.”
“Never say never, Buck.” She sang, giving him a knowing look. Addie watched as Bucky headed to the bar for another round but lost track of him as he got talking to someone.
He waved her off as the band started up again. Her eyes went wide as she recognized the song as “Blue Skies.” Buck leaned in closer to her. “Here’s one of your presents.”
She looked from him to the makeshift stage where Bucky had taken the mic and started singing “Blue Skies” directly to her. She laughed at his little dance moves as he finished before making his way to her side. “You were right, Buck.”
“About what?” He asked, tilting his head to the side to figure out what she was talking about.
She motioned to Bucky then the stage. “It’s an experience that I won't soon forget.” She said, watching Bucky make his way back to the group. “Well done, Bucky. Voice of an angel.”
Watching Bucky stick his tongue out at Bucky, Addie laughed. “At least someone appreciates my singing ability, unlike someone else.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Buck shook his head at the two, smirking at them.
2000 hours
Dinner was an affair. Bucky had led the entire mess hall into a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday, causing her to blush from all the attention. Almost everyone had come up at some point to wish her happy birthday. Which is why she had dodged everyone at the first opportunity and found herself a fort to crawl up into. She had letters to read and didn’t want an audience when she read them.
Running her finger under her brother’s envelope, she unfolded the three pages and got as comfortable as she could in the pilot’s seat. As she read her brother’s words, tears threatened to fall as he wrote about his day to day. How he wished he was in England with her and missed her home cooked meals. He wrote about the friends he had made but there was a good chunk of his letters that the sensors crossed out.
I’m thankful that you’re on base with dad. Make sure the old man is looking after himself and you. Heard through the grapevine that you have a new fella - can’t wait to meet him and give him hell. He'll never be good enough for my baby sister, I hope he knows that. Sending my love to you and dad.
Laughing through the tears that had fallen, she folded up the letter and put it back in the envelope. Taking a deep breath, she opened the envelope from Elizabeth and took out the many folded pages. There were two parts folded - one for her and one for their dad.
She put her dad’s back in the envelope before opening her letter. Elizabeth was always the best writer in the family, giving just enough details and left you wanting more. She talked about her day to day as a field nurse and the various wounds she saw from the combat.
It’s different out here on the front lines. I’m glad you’re in England and away from all this. Stay safe from this war, Addie. Though I miss you, I don’t want you to see this side of war - it’s too much to bear. I’m hoping to get leave in a few weeks; maybe I’ll come visit you in merry old England.
Sighing, she let her head fall back onto the headrest. Damn war, taking and taking from those she loved. Her family was separated by the war and though she loved getting letters, they weren’t the same as getting hugs and talking in person. At the very least, she hoped Elizabeth would be able to get leave and come see her.
“Permission to come aboard?” The voice that she had grown attached to called up from the belly of the plane.
Clearing her throat, hoping the remnants of the tears from earlier were gone. “Permission granted.”
She shifted in the pilot’s chair to face him as he made his way up to the yolk. “How many forts did you look in before you found me?”
“If I tell you three, would you believe me?” He grubbed, collapsing into the co-pilot’s seat.
She hummed, giving him a look. “‘Our Baby’ isn’t out there so it was a bit tricker I’d imagine.”
“Yeah it took me a bit, especially since you didn’t have a jeep sitting out.” He raised an eyebrow.
She shrugged, holding up the two envelopes. “I wanted some fresh air, so I came in to read the letters. By the way, Charlie says you’re not good enough for me.”
“Oh I know that - you’re way too good for me, Bluebird.” Bucky grinned. “I still don’t know how you’re my girl.”
Leaning over, she cupped his jaw, sliding her thumb back and forth, pulling his face closer before kissing him. Bucky grabbed her sides, pulling her onto his lap as he deepened the kiss. A moan escaped her mouth as his hand raked slowly up and down her thighs.
Groaning, she brought her hands up and played with the hair at his neck, deepening the kiss they shared. Pulling his lips from hers, he started kissing down her neck, pulling a groan from her lips. Ducking her head, she recaptured his lips, missing them against hers. Warmth spread through her body as his thumb brushed the sides of her jaw.
Pulling back, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “We've got to slow down.”
“You see what you do to me darling.” He sighed, leaning up and kissing her softly. Lacing their hands together, he brought them up and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist before resting them on his chest. She could feel the erratic beat of his heart as he struggled to catch his breath.
Their mixed breathing was the only sound filling the fort. “Good birthday?”
“The best.” She hummed, running her hand through his hair.
“Get everything you wanted?” He asked, looking at her with a glint in his eyes.
She hummed, nodding. “Cake, flying time, an amazing rendition of Happy birthday. What else could a girl want?”
He shifted slightly before holding up something in her eyesight. Squinting, she gasped at the necklace held in his hand. “You didn’t get a birthday present from me. Been trying to figure out when to give this to you all day.”
Taking the locket from his hands, she ran her thumb over the smooth surface before looking up at him. “Bucky.”
“Wanted you to have something that reminded you of me.” He whispered, taking it from her and putting it around her neck. “Looks perfect. There’s a place inside where you can add a photo.”
Looking up at him, she leaned forward, kissing him softly. “Thank you for this and today as a whole. You made this the best birthday.”
July 16 - 2100 hours
“Why are you here? You have been up since the crack of dawn.” Josie chided her, as she hid another yawn behind her hand.
Harding had called an 0630 meeting that morning which meant she had to be up and ready in the office by 0545. The upside to that was Bucky was also invited to that meeting. In the same meeting they might have been playing footsie under the table the entire time, causing her attention span to waver between note taking and his wandering foot. The entire morning was one meeting after another before he dismissed her at 1500, just in time for Josie to call a girls’ night.
Josie wanted a night out and invited a few of the girls to the local pub. Addie had eagerly agreed, having not had a night out in a few weeks. She quickly threw on a navy blue dress and her heels before twisting her hair up in a chignon, just so it was off her neck. “Wanted a night out with all of you but I may be calling it a night soon.”
“Captain, will you indulge us in a bit of chatter about your Major?” Delia called out, giving her a playful wink.
Taking a sip of liquid courage, she gave Delia a sly smile. “What do you want to know?”
“How’s the romance? Taken a ride in his fort yet?” Delia winked as a blush covered her cheeks, ducking down to hide her face.
She gave Delia a grin. “Jumping into the major items first, huh ladies? I plead the fifth.” As soon as the words left her mouth, the girls around her boo-ed with displeasure.
“C’mon, Addie, give us something.” Annie grinned wickedly looking at her friend.
Giving Annie an ‘are you kidding me’ look, Addie shook her head. “And I thought you were the quiet one.”
“When it comes to juicy details regarding a relationship, I’m all ears.” Annie evilly smirked. “Quit stalling and give us something.”
Rolling her eyes, she took another sip, turning over in her mind what she could give them that wouldn’t open the door to more questions. “He is romantic - brings me flowers every morning and will go on moonlight walks with me. My father isn’t his biggest fan currently, but we’re working on that.”
“Have you . . . you know?” Delia grinned.
Groaning, Addie took a deep breath. But as she opened her mouth, she heard a cacophony of men get louder. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes went wide when she recognized some of the boys. Muttering a ‘oh shit’ she saw Buck stand up, pushing Bucky back down into his seat.
Curt was leading the pack of men out of the pub, and she watched them all with narrow eyes. “I’ll be right back.”
Following the men out, she pushed through the door, staying in the shadows watching Bucky and Buck talk, the two of them not picking up on her presence yet. She watched Curt bait the RAF as punches were thrown before Curt knocked him out. Hearing Bucky throw jabs at the RAF officers, she chuckled hearing “I’ve got a nickname for you and it ain’t Buck”. Her boys would be okay.
Rolling her eyes, she slipped back into the pub, making her way back to where the girls sat. Josie raised an eyebrow as she took a seat. “Boys being dumb and baiting the RAF idiots.”
“Our boys victorious?” Annie asked, watching Addie finish her drink before putting the glass back on the table.
“Yeah, Curt knocked him out and the boys are celebrating loudly. I’m surprised you didn’t hear them.” She grinned, shaking her head, picking up her purse, making her way to leave. “I’m going to head back.”
Slamming a hand on the table, Delia gave Addie a sharp look. “You didn’t answer the question.”
“I don’t kiss and tell, Delia.” Addie grinned, leaning closer to the rest of the girls. “But he’s very talented with his hands.”
The cacophony of giggles and gasps was what Addie got as she winked, wishing the girls good night before heading out into the night. Taking a few steps, her smirk got wider when she noticed Bucky up just ahead, standing alone in the moonlight. “Hey handsome.”
“Captain!” His eyes lit up when he laid eyes on her. “Where did you come from?”
Pointing over her shoulder, she smirked. “The pub with the girls. They’re staying back for a bit longer.”
“How long have you been there?” He asked cautiously, scratching the back of his neck.
Leaning into him, she threw an arm around his back. “Oh, Bucky I saw the fight and you all baited the RAF officers. Why do you all let them get under your skin?”
“Bluebird, they were talking shit just like always. We had to . . .” Bucky gave her a look. “Besides none of us got hurt, Curt just threw one hell of a punch and he was out like a light.”
She giggled. “Well at least Curt can throw a punch.”
Music filled the space as someone came stumbling out of the doors. Holding out a hand, Bucky bowed, giving her a grin. “May I have this dance?”
“You know, there’s music in there along with a dance floor.” She pointed over her shoulder, slowly slipping her hand into his.
Pulling her gently closer to him, his arm slid around her waist as he started to slow dance with her in the middle of the road. “Don’t want to share you. Also, I’m doing a fair injustice to you. I forgot to mention that you look absolutely gorgeous tonight.”
“This old thing?” She teased, laying her head on his chest. “Thank you, I felt like dressing up tonight with the girls.”
Twirling her around, he hummed music as they slowly danced, lost in their own world. “You’re a pretty good dancer, Bluebird.”
“Mom made sure of that. Charlie would dance with both me and Elizabeth while mom and dad danced together.” She looked up at him, biting her lip as she remembered good times.
Bucky smiled, coming to a stop, running his hand down her cheek, thumb brushing against her jaw. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her lips.
She reached her hand up, ruffling the stubble on his check as he leaned down to steal another kiss from her. Bucky wrapped both arms around her waist, trying to pull her closer to him.
Seconds slipped into minutes as she got lost in his kiss. Her arms slipped around his shoulders, tangling with the short hairs there as he deepened the kiss. Just as he was about to sweep her off her feet, catcalls and whistles pulled them away from their moment. Looking over her shoulder, a blush formed on her cheeks seeing three men standing there. “Get it Bucky!” “Damn you two.” “I don’t need to see this.” Came the various exclamations from the men.
Buck, DeMarco and Curt all stood there watching the two of them with various levels of excitement. “There are a million other places for you two to make out like teenagers.”
“You’re just jealous and missing Marge, Buck.” Bucky shot back with a wink.
He huffed, giving Bucky a one finger salute before shaking his head. Addie looked between the two of them before narrowing her eyes on Curt. “Congratulations on a valid battle tonight, Biddick.”
“How do you know about that, Addie?” He asked, as worry crept into his voice.
She grinned. “Might have been at the pub with the girls and saw you dodos wandering out picking with the RAF. Well done I must say.”
“High praises from the Captain.” Curt preened at her words.
A yawn escaped her mouth. Shaking her head, she frowned at the boys. “And with that, I’m calling it a night.” Turning to Bucky, she gave him a look. “Want to walk me home?”
Wishing the boys good night, Bucky laced his fingers with hers as they walked through the night. Gentle squeezes along the way made her heart flutter. Soon enough they were at her barrack. Bucky pulled her in for a hug, giving her a proper goodnight kiss. “I love you and I’ll see you in the morning, gorgeous.”
“Love you too handsome.” She unwove her arms from around his shoulders, turning to the door. With a look behind her shoulder, she smirked seeing him grin. With a tilt of his hat, he left her at her barracks, with a gentle kiss and a wish for sweet dreams.
Thank you for reading. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!!
Chapter 6
#masters of the air#addie + john#taking comfort in your arms#john egan x oc#masters of the air fan fiction#john egan fan fiction
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fire escape: a dan&vanessa playlist (x)
Tracklist and commentary under the cut:
1. “We’re Going to Be Friends,” The White Stripes. Here we are, no one else/We walk to school all by ourselves is definitely the specific line that made this one for them as little kids need to be here—there’s a very specific way that Dan and Vanessa’s friendship involves (but quietly and unacknowledged) their family bullshit
2. “Kids In The Dark,” All Time Low. They left alone, the kids in the dark/To burn out forever or light up a spark
3. “You Get What You Give,” New Radicals. This whole damn world could fall apart/You’ll be okay, follow your heart/You’re in harm’s way, I’m right behind/Now say you’re mine
4. “Little Cellist,” Bears In Trees. Hmmmm yeah I think they’re a little fucked in the head
5. “Walk Backwards,” Maude Latour. We’re still early days, here, little fourteen year olds who haven’t quite had anything go wrong with them yet and so they’re orbiting closer and Dan hasn’t really noticed that Vanessa’s got a crush and neither of them know it’s a bad idea
6. “Bruises,” Reneé Rapp. …but the truth is I bruise easily/And sure I’m down to be the joke/Metaphorically though.
7. “Prodigal,” David Wirsig. In the beginning we were banished/Then we stoked the fires/And scrapped our songs for salvage. The thing is, like, Dan craves acceptance by the cool kids even as he holds up his pretentiousness as a shield and Vanessa is an outsider who wants people to meet her where she is and accept her
8. “Forgive Me Friend,” Smith & Thell feat. Swedish Jam Factory. This kind of tracks us into s1: And I, I promised that we would never change/That you and me would always stay the same/How I let you down
9. “That’s What Friends Are For,” Dionne Warwick, Elton John. Keep smilin’, keep shinin’/Knowin’ you can always count on me for sure/That’s what friends are for/For good times and bad times
10. “Old Friends,” Pinegrove. …Significant amounts of this playlist may be bitchy. Maybe I should have gone out a bit more/When you guys were still in town/I got too caught up in my own shit
11. “Platonic Cuddling,” Breakup Shoes. But significant parts are also sweet! Lovely day to watch the clouds race/Lovely day, nothing I would change
12. “You’re My Best Friend,” Queen. They are. So stupid for repeatedly trying to date. I love them
13. “Give It Up,” I Fight Dragons. The UES is a seductive kind of hell. Give it up for human nature/Give it up now, bit by bit.
14. “Misfit,” High Dive Heart. I know people say that you’re a misfit/But that’s the thing I like about you
15. “Everything I Had,” Sub-Radio. And sometimes you grow apart and you don’t want to admit that things are falling apart and here you are anyway
16. “Youth,” Daughter.
17. “I’ve Been Over It,” Geowulf. Time and time again, my head just wants to find a reason why/I needed another lesson in choosing who to give my heart. Wherein you date the guy
18. “Grow Up and Be Kids,” The Cab. But it’s still gone.
19. “Dial Tones,” AS IT IS. All we ever share are dial tones
20. “Twins,” The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. I didn’t mean to let you down/And now I know everything that’s good is gone
21. “I’m Not Calling You A Liar,” Florence + The Machine. I’m not calling you a liar/Just don’t lie to me
22. “It Ain’t Me, Babe,” Johnny Cash with June Carter Cash. Go away from my window/Leave at your own chosen speed/I’m not the one you want, babe/I’m not the one you need
23. “When We Were Writers,” Indigo Girls. This… might’ve been the first song on here? Idk the sense of artistic nostalgia just worked so very Correctly with their vibe
24. “Sober Up,” AJR feat. Rivers Cuomo. Won’t you help me sober up/Growin’ up, it made me numb/And I wanna feel somethin’ again. And we have arrived in early s4!
25. “Quarrel,” Moses Sumney. I love Moses Summey btw. Everyone should just go check him out. Quoting this as a quarrel so immorally implies/We’re equal opponents and we both antagonize
26. “i hope ur miserable until ur dead,” Nessa Barrett. She can be a little evil. As a treat. I hope you be yourself and lose your friends/I hope they call you out for shit you said/I hope you’re miserable until you’re dead
27. “Somebody That I Used To Know,” Gotye, Kimbra. But then she gets completely written off the show so… ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯
28. “Please Leave A Light On When You Go,” fun. How do you fix something/That you can’t touch without hurting?/The lesson you’ve learned is leaving you dumb/Please leave a light on when it’s done
29. “Call Off Your Ghost,” Dessa. We’ve lived too close for too long
30. “Your Ex-Lover Is Dead,” Stars. I put this one one the Vanessa playlist, thinking about her and Dan, and I knew I was going to end with it the moment I started this one—it’s kind of both the best and most tragic ending for them, to me, saying ‘I’m not that person anymore’
#unfortunately the editing hardware has died so you get one cover made on my phone rip#the image is from senamarais as always#gossip girl#dan humphrey#vanessa abrams#dan and vanessa#danessa#kinda. you know#suicide /#<lyric content warning#this is a playlist tag#original nonsense
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Pssst hey so I'm incredibly mentally ill about this game and it's agents but ALSO I feel like Handlers aren't talked about enough so here we go, I've got four Handler OCs who I'm making all of your problems. They've all got their own little codenames and I love them.
Dragonfly
Place of Birth: Hadong-gun, South Korea
Nationality: Korean
Date of Birth: August 22, 19XX
Height: 5'7
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Blood Type: AB
Dominant Hand: Left
Status: Alive
Flavor Profile: Salty
Favorite Color: Azure
Zodiac: Leo
MB Type: INTJ-A
Weapon of Choice: Switchblade
Doyun Myeong, now Agent Supervisor Dragonfly, first worked as an agent supervisor at the Agency location in Seoul, Korea after joining from the police force. After struggling to guide their first few agents through their missions, Dragonfly was sent to the Agency headquarters to receive additional training.
They eventually grew in skill, and have led several successful missions, though they haven't been given a single assigned agent. They are typically assigned to newer agents in order to train them on lower-stakes missions.
Dahlia
Place of Birth: Providence, Rhode Island
Nationality: American
Date of birth: April 5th, 19XX
Height: 5'8
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Blood type: A+
Dominant hand: Right
Status: Alive
Flavor profile: Sour
Favorite Color: Cyan
Zodiac: Aries
MB Type: ESTJ-A
Weapon of choice: Baretta
Amelia Madden, now Agent Supervisor Dahlia, quit her job at a Zoraxis-run hospital and joined the Agency as both a doctor and to be part of the retrieval teams. 2 months into her work, a severe arm injury sustained while out in the field left her unable to continue the position.
She agreed to become an Agent Supervisor, though depending on if her injury can heal enough, there is consideration to move her back to the previous position. As of now, she has been assigned to Agent (REDACTED).
Hummingbird
Place of Birth: Oslo, Norway
Nationality: Norwegian
Date of birth: February 23rd, 19XX
Height: 5'10
Eyes: Green
Hair: Ginger
Blood type: B-
Dominant hand: Right
Status: Alive
Flavor profile: Umami
Favorite Color: Pine green
Zodiac: Pisces
MB Type: INTP-A
Weapon of choice: Flash grenade
Jacob Nilsen, now Agent Supervisor Hummingbird, was first picked up by agents after applying for a Zoraxis position. Having claimed a friend by the name of Ollie had recommended the position, and not having been aware of Zoraxis' true nature at the time, he agreed to join the Agency as an agent supervisor.
Hummingbird has proven to be very proficient, leading many successful missions. As of now, he has been assigned to Agent (REDACTED).
Foxglove
Place of Birth: Bordeaux, France
Nationality: French-American
Date of birth: June 5th, 19XX
Height: 5'5
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black with purple streaks
Blood type: AB
Dominant hand: Right
Status: Alive
Flavor profile: Sweet
Favorite Color: Electric purple
Zodiac: Gemini
MB Type: ESFP-A
Weapon of choice: Butterfly knife
Maya Emery, now Agent Supervisor Foxglove, joined the Agency straight out of college. She was originally assigned to work at Control Point Babadag, though never ended up going due to the events of Operation K'BOOM.
She was reassigned to a different location and ran multiple successful missions with Agent (REDACTED). She has yet to be assigned to a different agent after the agent was reported M.I.A during Operation (REDACTED).
OKAY now that that's over, I'm gonna keep ranting about them. They've all got codenames and stuff and I like to believe that, when you make friends here, you're on a last name basis. They're all on that terms with each other.
They're all part of a huge gossip chain among other handlers, and they all ADORE talking shit about their agents. Absolute adoration. They all really like hearing about the bullshit Phoenix does, and they've all almost called Mr. Crane "Dad" at least once. Thankfully, none have succumbed to the urge.
Myeong is 25, Madden is 28, Nilsen is 24, Emery is 21. They all liked John Juniper until he was revealed to be part of Zoraxis. They, among all the other handlers, pull "pranks" that they claim are tame, but are shit like putting bombs in people's desks. None of them have gotten sleep in the past year, they're all busy doing paperwork, so they rely on drugs, alcohol, and caffeine in order to not die.
There is a "playlist" they have. Aka a record player. There are sticky notes that people put nearby requesting songs or requesting songs be taken off. Someone stole a record because they hated it, somebody else stole another in retaliation. So now there's always a record missing.
Shawn hates Myeong because they never file their paperwork correctly. Myeong put a fish in his desk but he could never prove it was them.
Madden is arguably the most responsible, along with Nilsen, but she's very chaotic and probably has set a few things on fire. She also takes the others to the theatre when they manage to get off work.
Nilsen was really good friends with Ollie before Ollie went off to work for Zoraxis. He always believed Ollie didn't know Zoraxis was evil, and that got proved when Ollie got back because he DID survive and I won't stand to believe otherwise.
Emery gets called "Emi" more often than not not only because of her last name, but because of her initials "M.E." They make a lot of jokes about it. She was a tad bit traumatized after losing her first agent, who she had been friends with, but oh well.
That agent is alive actually, and one of the people I am currently trying to bully in a discord server. She and Emi (jokingly) make fun of the others in front of them, but they can't prove any of that because they're speaking French.
Also in case you wanna see what these idiots look like, have this picrew. (https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2140077)
#i expect you to die#ieytd fandom#ocs#ieytd oc#these idiots arent important to anything why do they exist#i love them though#i might post more about them later who knows
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This year, Dr. Shane Murnan will take on the role of principal at the John Glenn Elementary school in Oklahoma’s Western Heights public school district. And, according to a report from The Blaze, on top of being a drag queen, Murnan served a probation sentence for a marijuana charge, was in trouble for an undisclosed alleged offense AND has gotten caught for allegedly possessing child porn.
Yeah, that’s the man who’s gonna have total authority over 400 students from pre-kindergarten through fourth grade.
Murnan’s history is convoluted and twisted but extremely important for understanding the complexity of his situation as well as the threat he poses in his new position of power.
Murnan began teaching fifth grade at an elementary school in Oklahoma back in 2001, he was arrested and charged with possessing both drugs and child pornography. At the time however two out of three judges determined that prosecutors hadn’t proven that victims were underage - yet one judge disagreed and said the pictures “do represent child pornography,” The Blaze noted.
Murnan served a short probation sentence for the marijuana but had his record expunged in 2003. Then, as noted by V1SUT on Substack, Murnan began his drag queen career a few years later. He really made a name for himself as Shantel Mandalay with his drag queen career. He performed and this year was even named Miss Oklahoma FFL, a pageant for drag queens.
He and a few friends launched the Oklahoma City Drag Queen Story Hour Inc. in 2018 to get the chance to indoctrinate and groom kids through literature. The Metropolitan Library System boldly proclaimed Mandalay’s appearance at a story hour where he planned to “introduce little ones to the magic of reading through stories about love, self-expression, and family,” according to a screenshot on the Libs of TikTok Twitter account.
Mandalay seems to love combining his love of pretending to be a girl and education. As a matter of fact, he reportedly once told this super pro-gay outlet called "The Gayly" that his teaching career helped him prepare for reading stories to kids as a drag queen. "I have always loved education and working with kids hoping to make a difference. Now I'm able to combine both my passion for drag and education and hopefully change a child's life by letting them know it's okay to be whomever you would want to be."
As The Blaze reported, on June 12 of this year, the school board for the Western Heights School District in Oklahoma held a meeting to decide on who would be filling administrative positions at schools in the area. As mentioned, Murnan was selected to fill the role of principal at John Glenn Elementary School. Surprisingly, even though most of these school board meetings are public, this one was not.
Hmm. I wonder why a school would try to be discrete about hiring someone for a supreme role of authority after a history like that!
All this to say, the public school system is going to s**t and if you haven’t yet realized that the left is out for your kids, wake the hell up.
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hi! it's me :) fic rec anon. things have been hard lately so i have some more stuff to recommend bc it makes me feel better. uh, this one's mostly a like, grab bag of stuff? miscellany yknow. let's get into it (also if i have any repeats of stuff you've rec'd here before then Whoops)
pilot light, pale rapture is a post-game fic about jade and her Issues. jade/davepeta. has some excellent jane work in there and is meant to imply june pre-transition. i'd also like to recommend this author's other work, including the collected works of the originators, and the fanventure kittyquest which you can find on mspfa. both the collected works and kittyquest are about a richly detailed take on earth C, with accompanying myths; kitty quest is about jade and davepeta's daughter kitty harley-leider. very very good.
estrogamer girl is about trans girl roxy! very sweet. gen.
METHODOLOGY AND INTERPRETIVE "RECORD" OF SOULBOT WRECK AA109.23J2 – [DRAFT] is about a post-game grad student accessing the wreckage of one of aradia's soulbots postcanon, and experiencing the feelings of a doomed timeline's aradia. ararezi, outsider pov.
who could ask you to be unbroken or brave again is a fic about rose and vriska talking about trauma and child abuse post-canon. gen.
Metronome of a Night Queen's Heart and Other Unused Romance Novel Names is a fic in which kanaya asks dave to be her bloodbag after becoming a vampire, causing rosemary and davekat misunderstandings. rosemary and davekat.
Jade: Endure is about what it would have been like for jade to grow up with her corpse in her own house. short and very good. gen.
grant me wings that i might fly is about jade english raising jake english up to her eventual death. very good. gen.
DIRK TAKES A PISS is , okay listen i know from that title oyou might be like, fic rec anon, What are you recommending to me BUT LSITEN ITS ABOUT DIRK ACCIDENTALLY DROPPING HIS PACKER ON THE FLOOR OF A BATHROOM AND GETTING MEET CUTE'D. it's good. okay. dirkjake.
one more night (your ex-lover remains dead) is a junejasprose fic about trauma and what it means to be a rose left behind. if you're going to read ANY jasprose fic you have to read this one it's literally iconic to me and changed the way i see her forever. junejasprose.
Light Without Effulgence is a jake & rose friendship manifesto and it is HILARIOUS. "rose, you gather, is like dirk if he were a woman and capable of being happy" like that's hilarious to me. gen.
Bitter is a fancomic about jade and rose and i'm not going to spoil the surprise of what it's about but it's DELICIOUS. jaderose.
CHARGING THE VOID is a space opera roserezi au with hints of vrisrezi left behind and also both rose and terezi are trans and also it's DELICIOUS like i can't even say anything about it. if anyone has read baru cormorant and is familiar with it it's like that. roserezi, unlike pretty much anything else i've recced here it DOES have a sex scene so if you're uncomfortable with that it's not for you.
think about staying alive is a kidswap au! about rose strider my favorite kidswap <3 gen.
Postscript is about rosefef, rebellion au, being the last two left alive carrying out a rebellion against the condesce. rosefef.
Transperience is about calliope and the trans experience! fancomic, gen. very good.
goddess is about june egbert coming out! can you tell i'm a june egbert Believer gsdlkjfsakldj it's gotten to the point it's hard to read fic where she's called john lmao
I'm Hoping One Day Acting Cool Will Make Me Feel More Self Assured is about kanaya maryam and the burdens of being assigned mom friend. rosemary. also she and rose have a long furby.
we are the reckless is a space opera au in which vriska's a pirate captain and aradia's a helmsman. i love the blackrom in this. aravris.
i think this is enough for rn. have fun!
AND WHEN THE WORLD NEEDED THEM MOST…
THEY RETURNED!!!
thank you so much!!!!! these all look very fun and it’s definitely appreciated TwT and kind of you!!! 💞💞💞
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Let Armitage Summer Splash Begin!
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Do you think when they were together-ish(anything from 2012-15) Taylor and harry ever confided their traumas with each other or were completely open with each other about their past? I think harry was judging by the sheer vulnerability in his songs. But do you think taylor ever was? There are hints he knew more(he's gonna say its 'love' you never called it what it was// 'love' was something you never heard enough). She said she got Jake's mail regarding red when she was dating harry. She cried during 'all too well' in 2014 june when she was close to harry. So do you think she ever opened up about jake?
On that note, do you think they ever talked about kanye,john stuff. She went through hell because of ye and I don't think WCS feelings developed overnight. How do you think all of this affected their relationship? Was harry ever jealous of jake because Taylor loved him?Or did he think he was a d___ for treating her like shit? (We know harry easily gets jealous)
not in an unkind way, but in a general one, i don't think taylor was capable of verbalizing the depth of her trauma until now. she literally had to find safety and healing to begin to express it. they both pour things into their music that they probably only felt able to say there, because that form is confessional and the safe place to explore it. it's not that i don't think she shared anything, of course, but i doubt she had the language at that time to even explain it all, and she was trying so hard to gloss over it, to make it all seem fine, to pack it away, to seem nonchalant (which doesn't work in the long run). and harry wasn't nearly at the place he is now in regards to the philosophical outlook and open approach to therapy. there was a lot of common ground between them at their levels of fame and coming up in the industry, and regarding musicianship, emotional sensitivity, etc, but there were barriers too. i'm sure he knew she'd been deeply heartbroken, idk how far into that she would've been willing to share at that point, though. especially since they got stuck in that on/off cycle, so many factors kept intruding and coming between them, including their own issues at that point. knowing someone was hurt and didn't feel loved is a little different from knowing how profoundly broken they felt as a human being. doubtless harry thought jake was terrible for that, but it's hard to say how far into the pain and belittlement she would've gone. or taking the john issue, what's shattering there is she believed she'd escaped it (i took your matches before fire could catch me), and now she realizes she didn't and it's had a lasting effect. and then with k*nye at that point in time, she was striving to make peace and be friends with him. i saw a quote from...2015 earlier today, let me see if i can find it again. "we actually, i guess, could be called friends now! i honestly think i needed to continue to prove myself in my career and i think it finally got to a place where he realized he respected what i do as a musician." she just so badly wanted his approval and wanted to make things okay that i don't think she'd have said anything negative about him at the time, which is...very upsetting considering how that ultimately went (and the type of person he has proven himself to be in general).
this is really sad and telling of her mindset at that time too, she didn't really think she was allowed or deserved love: "Yeah, I do feel jaded about relationships, to be honest. I think the media has sent me a really unfair message over the past couple of years, which is that I'm not allowed to date for excitement, or fun, or new experiences or learning lessons. I'm only allowed to date if it's for a lasting, multiple-year relationship. Otherwise I'm a, quote, 'serial dater'. Or, quote, 'boy crazy'. The narrative has been so wrong, every time it was the same. It's 'Taylor spotted talking to this guy, she's chasing him.' They create a beginning to the story that didn't happen most of the time, so then they have to create an ending. So they always go to the same fabricated ending that every other tabloid has used in my story, which is, 'She got too clingy', or 'Taylor has too many emotions, she scared him away'. Which has honestly never been the reason for any of my break-ups. You know what has been the reason? The media. You take something very fragile, like trying to get to know someone, and it feels like walking out into the middle of a gladiator arena with someone you've just met. And all of a sudden the public and the media are allowed to say thumbs up or thumbs down. So I just don't try it any more."
#with jm particularly i don't think she ever confessed the level of harm to anyone until recently#which is why she feels like she didn't do enough to explain it (when you aim at the devil make sure you don't miss)#anonymous#letterbox#haylor#thrown out speeches
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June Reads 2023
A Novel Disguise by Samantha Larson aka Local Spinster Has to Do Everything Around Here. This is the reading experience:
MC: is this a romance
me: MAAM YOU BURIED YOUR BROTHER'S CORPSE IN THE BACK GARDEN THREE DAYS AGO
MC: okay well I have to prepare this random girl's dead body for viewing, a job that is for some reason mine
MC: * physically relocates the dead girl's jaw *
MC: okay back to what I was saying about this being a romance!
me: the fact that you are capable of contemplating romance in this murder mystery is amazing
Untethered Sky by Fonda Lee: if you watched How to Train Your Dragon and thought "okay but what if the dragons WERE incapable of loving you and would leave you for dead in a heartbeat and might try to eat you, wouldn't that be great" then good news! This is the book for you. I did enjoy this one, it's a very quick read (or listen, in my case). This is about giant birds (love it) and hunting monsters!
Mortal Follies by Alexis Hall: This was. Almost painfully tedious. If you're writing a story where both the romantic leads are women, then you NEED to conceptualize women as active characters who are allowed to be both funny and stupid or your sapphic romance will be so so extremely boring. If your female characters are all reactive rather than active, they will never be able to play off each other, because nobody in that relationship will actually provide the initial motion. And an object at rest will remain. At rest. Until we all die of boredom. Also the narrator choice was genuinely baffling, in all honesty. Like. I don't know why the author went "you know what this novel needed? Someone to constantly comment on how stupid all the events are, in case the reader hasn't noticed." Don't worry, Alexis Hall. I noticed. I noticed.
The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2021 edited by John Joseph Abrams & Veronica Roth: These were varying levels of enjoyable for me, but overall, it was a good collection! And This is How to Stay Alive by Shingai Njeri Kagunda made me cry from older sibling feels, among other things. Beyond the Dragon's Gate by Yoon Ha Lee was also a stand-out for me.
To Shape a Dragon's Breath by Moniquill Blackgoose: only YA novel on the list for this month, I think! I enjoyed this one a lot. Anequs is definitely a main character who pulls her own story along, and I'm looking forward to picking up the sequel when it comes out. I liked the organic integration of different ways of knowing very much! It does have some of the usual debut novel issues, but hopefully Blackgoose's writing will grow and those will get worked out at the series goes on.
The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty: this book rollicked along well! The notorious pirate captain Amina Al-Sirafi is retired, and for a good reason, but finds herself pulled back into the world of supernatural creatures, mythical treasures, and high seas misadventure when she is asked ("asked" in heavy quotations) to track down a noble family's missing daughter. This book takes place in the same extended universe as the Daevabad trilogy, but doesn't require having read it.
Bad Cree by Jessica Johns: when Mackenzie, a young Cree woman living in Vancouver, begins bringing things back from her nightmares, she finds herself drawn back home to the rest of her family, to try to figure things out, especially as the dreams get more dangerous. This is a horror story about monsters, but also a horror story about grief and colonialism. It's about a family of magical dreamers, but also about the ties of family and the strength of those ties, no matter how tattered, in the face of generations of horror. This one is an atmospheric story that I found somewhat disorienting as a read, and has a couple debut quirks, but overall was a good reading experience. It got spooky and I just went "the only way out is through" and finished it at 1 AM.
Spectred Isle by KJ Charles: I feel like Saul just goes "well this might as well happen" about basically everything in his life at this point, which definitely brought a certain energy to the story. This one isn't my favourite KJ Charles book (not that I've read all of them but still), despite the fact that usually fantasy is me preferred genre.
Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant: This is a reread for me, and still the Seanan Mcguire/Mira Grant book that appeals most to me. Still really enjoy the merfolk in this! Deep-sea dwelling and very toothy. Jurassic Park vibes overall. The dolphin sideplot still feels misplaced with the rest of the story, doesn't really accomplish much of anything, which made it a frustrating digression in an otherwise tightly plotted novel.
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I’ve been working through The Bugle relatively slowly since I started listening to it again a few weeks ago, which I’m happy about because it means I’ll run out of it more slowly. Have gone from episode 4200 to 4230, and I think these two are my favourites. Highly recommend them both, to anyone who enjoys this sort of thing. Episode 4226, from April 2022 with Nish Kumar and Alice Fraser, and episode 4230, from May 2022 with Nish Kumar and Tom Ballard.
You will notice a common thread there, which is the word “Nish”. Kumar/Fraser and Kumar/Ballard, just in general might be the best pairings you can get on The Bugle. Those have been three of the most frequently recurring guests since the “reboot” in 2016, and it’s taken time but they have built up a really good rapport with each other and with Andy Zaltzman. They always come in with good stuff written, and I don’t know if Andy comes in with better stuff when they’re around, but I do think he delivers it better, as he can play off them more comfortably. As close as he gets to comfortably.
I know that first episode had several strong points because it had a few bits from Nish that made it into his touring stand-up show (which I know because I saw it twice last year, once in New York and once in Montreal, and he filmed it ages ago now and I am still waiting for it to get released, it was so fucking good and I cannot wait to see it again); he writes a lot for The Bugle and I assume, like Andy, just takes the best of it for his tour show.
Also, Kumar/Fraser and Kumar/Ballard are both England/Australia pairings, which I think is also good. When you get people from different countries, you tend to get a broader range of directions for the topical jokes, instead of everyone going for the same thing. And they can get good humour out of comparing how the same event is seen on multiple sides of the globe.
They get some strong staples into these two episodes. Nish does his joke about American versus British racism being the same as The Office (the British one is subtle and understated while the American version gets big-name celebrities involves and is more in-your-face but Britain invented them both), which I've always liked. Andy does his Australian rules football versus Australian rules immigration joke that he's so proud of (needlessly violent and aggressive despite there being a colossal amount of space), which I've also always liked. Comparisons between two things that you wouldn't expect to be compared because they're on very different levels of seriousness: always a solid source of humour. And Alice Fraser got to go on one of her favourite rants, about how Elon Musk is basically fictional. Pretending something doesn't exist when it definitely does exist: also always funny. On the subject of the classics, at one point in the Tom Ballard episode, Andy brought up the routine he and John Oliver used to have about turning global wars into a sports tournament, and then he recited the whole thing from memory, which is pretty good given that it would have been at least ten years since he'd performed it. Oh, and that episode began with such a long string of - as the British say - wanking jokes that it ended with Andy Zaltzman declaring this is not what The Bugle is for and John Oliver would be turning in his grave over this. Which is a great line; I think from now on, every time something terrible happens in the world, I'm going to say that John Oliver must be turning in his grave (a joke that I think works extra well during the writer's strike, when John Oliver is, as far as the public is concerned, temporarily dead).
There's been lots of good stuff in the 30 episodes I've heard lately, but these two stood out. Good work all around. Also, I'm now into the June 2022 episodes, which means for the first time since I started the earliest episodes, where were from 2007, I have less than a year of Bugle left to catch up on. But it's okay, because I've just received a bunch of other very exciting stuff to listen to that's going to the top of the list, so I can continue to drag The Bugle out and it'll never end.
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Stupid Things (Good Outcomes) || JJ Maybank || Prologue
All things considered, Los Angeles wasn’t a bad place to end up when you’re freshly twenty three. Sure, it’s no Pelican, North Carolina, but JJ Maybank likes well enough.
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Pairings: JJ Maybank x OFC (Mariella “Mari” Diaz); mentioned Eddie Diaz x Evan “Buck” Buckley.
Warnings: mentions of drowning, sparknotes version of OBX as told by JJ Maybank. Eddie gets called a tonto. Mentions of Eddie being shot
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All things considered, Los Angeles wasn’t a bad place to be when you’re freshly twenty three. It was no Pelican, North Carolina, but JJ Maybank never expected he’d ever actually leave the damn island. Except, you know, for the time he was stuck on an uninhabited island with his friends for six weeks or the time he’d flown to South America in a cargo plane of weed, but neither of those things were so bad when he thought about them.
The studio apartment he rented in LA was expensive, but he had his share of El Dorado and Royal Merchant gold to help pay for that, and when you spent the majority of your high school days couch surfing because your one living parent was too drunk to pay the bills and he skipped town when you were seventeen, you learned quickly to not take up too much space. He liked the vibe of Los Angeles. The surf was decent, he worked as a bartender, and he’d even made a couple friends in his time there.
The surf was decent, the weather was nicer than North Carolina, and that day, a Saturday in May, JJ found himself sitting on a beach soaking up the warm sun while he sipped the beer he’d swiped from one of his friends that had joined him while he texted the Pogues back home.
Kie was telling him all about her most recent trip to Bali with her girlfriend, Avery. John B was giving him an update on the latest house he was flipping while also giving him updates on Sarah’s pregnancy and sending the most adorable photo of his two year old goddaughter, Scout, popsicle mouth and all as she grinned. He couldn’t help but smile at the photo, saving it to make it his lockscreen later.
He was replying to Pope about his plans to fly home for a few days in June for Father’s Day, planning a barbecue at the Routledge household to celebrate Bobby Heyward who had been both his and John B’s father figure after his own dad skipped town and Big John had died when he heard it. It was a mother, yelling at a girl no more than eight years old to come closer to shore because she was getting too far out.
He watched for several moments before he realized what he was seeing. The girl was swimming like she was attempting to get closer to shore but she was struggling and getting farther out. Fuck. He knew immediately what was happening, wasting no time standing up and ripping his shirt off before tossing his sunglasses and phone on the towel he’d been sitting on.
Getting to the girl wasn’t an issue, but he could tell she was exhausted and had inhaled an unknown amount of water in her panicked state. One arm wrapped around her tightly while he swam like hell to get them both out of there. The girl was unconscious by the time his feet were back in the sand and he went into action before looking at the panicked crowd that had gathered.
“Fuck, someone call 9-1-1!” He yelled before finding the moms eyes. “What’s her name?”
“Clara”
“Okay.” He tried to smile through his own panic. He continued to provide chest compressions and rescue breaths for what felt like a lifetime. His arms ached, he could hear the sirens approaching as he kept going, telling the girl to just hang in there. Finally, he could see paramedics rushing towards them, the mother of the girl telling them that her name was Clara Logan and she was eight years old. Before the woman could kneel down and take over there was a gasp from the girl, then coughing as she started to expel the water in her lungs.
He quickly helped stabilize her neck as they moved her to her side so she wouldn’t re-aspirate on the water before he let the medics take over. As he stood there, he couldn’t help but feel ten years old again. It was a feeling that he quickly pushed down as the medics worked quickly, stabilizing her and getting her on a gurney before one of the other firefighters stopped and looked at him.
“What’s your name, sir?” He asked.
JJ froze, looking at him before clearing his throat. “Uh, JJ. JJ Maybank, sir.”
“Well, JJ.” He started, sticking his hand out for JJ to shake. “I’m Captain Nash. Your quick thinking saved that little girl's life today.”
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“Hey you’re the guy from the beach today, right?”
The voice brought JJ out his thoughts. The scene from that afternoon had been replaying in his head since he’d gotten home, his thoughts dragging him back to when he’d lost his brother. He’d decided that he needed to get out of his apartment so despite that it was his night off, he had come to the bar and was sitting in a corner booth with his beer.
“Uh, yeah.” He answered. “I’m JJ.”
“Mariella Diaz.” She smiled, sliding into the other side of the booth. “The tonto at the bar ordering drinks is my brother, Eddie.”
“You’re the paramedics that showed up, right?”
“We are.” She confirmed. “Although, I have to say it would have been a completely different outcome had you not been there. The mother said she was stuck in a rip current, those usually don’t end well. She said you just jumped in without a thought and pulled her out. Most people wouldn’t have thought to do that.”
JJ was silent, kind of shocked by this woman’s boldness. She’d just sat down and started talking to him like they were old friends and he didn’t know what to say. Before he could reply, her brother showed up and gave her a disapproving look.
“Mari, what have I told you about talking to strangers.” He told her, but sat down next to her anyway. “Here’s your straight whiskey, you crazy ass woman. I’m Eddie, by the way.”
“This is JJ.” She told him. “He’s the guy that jumped in after that little girl today, so not a stranger. I was just telling him that most people wouldn’t jump in like that.”
“Well.” JJ sighed as he took a drink. “I couldn’t just watch another kid die like that.”
Both siblings were quiet, looking at him with shocked expressions as they took in that information. It was clear that Mariella wanted to ask, but was afraid to so he just gave them both a weak smile.
“Thirteen years ago, I was ten years old and my brother, Tyler, took me to the beach. The surf was rough, but our dad had been drinking again and he wanted to make sure I was out of the house so we went to the beach. I was standing on the shore while he took our one surfboard out and he was knocked off. I didn’t know anything about rip currents but when the board came back and he didn’t, it scared me. I could just barely see him struggling. He was so far out. So I ran to the nearest adult and told them, but they couldn’t get to him in time. They finally got him back to shore, and did CPR until paramedics arrived, but it was too late.” He took another drink. “He was only fifteen. He just, he was the one that always took the brunt of what my dad did when he was drunk because he didn’t want me to get hurt. After he died, my dad got worse and eventually skipped town when I was sixteen.”
“Shit” she frowned. “I’m sorry, that had to be rough. Edmundo here drives me insane but a couple years ago he was shot and the thought of him dying terrified me. I couldn’t imagine if he actually died.”
“It was hard.” JJ told her. “But it’s been thirteen years, y’know? I still think of him all the time. If he would have gotten out, what he’d be doing now. It was part of the reason I even came to California. He always said he wanted to see the west coast.”
“That’s a good thing.” Eddie told him. “Keep his memory alive.”
“I uh, I came into some money when I was almost seventeen. It was kind of a local legend, this ship that went down with 400 million in gold.” JJ half smiled, thinking of the adventure he and his friends had gone on years ago. “The Royal Merchant. My friend, his dad was obsessed with it. Well, Big John went missing when we were sixteen and John B, he became obsessed that his dad was still alive.”
“Was he?”
“Yeah.” JJ laughed. “We almost died like, four times. John B was framed for murder by his girlfriend's dad and brother. I stole my dads boat to help them off the island when that happened. But the boat capsized in a tropical storm, they were presumed dead, then they weren’t dead and ended up in the Bahamas. Sarah’s brother shot her, she died for a couple minutes, they came back to North Carolina, John B was arrested. I got hit in the head with a machete.”
“Holy shit.”
“It gets wilder. We were stranded on an island for six weeks, and survived a plane crash. There was a train heist. Sarah’s ex boyfriend burned down John B’s house while we were all inside of it. Kie’s parents shipped her off to wilderness camp because “we were bad influences on her” and I busted her out, then rode in a cargo ship full of weed to South America.”
“Wait.” Eddie stopped the younger man. “I think my husband read an article or something about this. Four teenagers from North Carolina who found El Dorado.”
“Yeah.” JJ laughed. “We went through a lot of shit in like a four month time span. Also, technically only John B and Sarah found El Dorado. They were the only two who actually saw it. We were held hostage by this crazy man trying to get rich off of it and he was going to shoot Sarah, but her dad literally sacrificed himself to save her. Threw himself off a cliff taking one of this guy’s buddies down. Big John was shot and didn’t make it back. Anyway, they split the money six ways. We didn’t actually get any of it until we were eighteen, but I have a good little nest egg to sit on.”
“How much is “little”? I’m just curious.”
“About sixty seven million a piece.” JJ told them. “Actually, it’s probably more due to interest now. I kept most of it in a savings account.”
“He sounds like Buck.” Mari laughed. “And his trust fund.”
“Who’s Buck?” JJ questioned.
“My husband.” Eddie clarified. “His grandparents started a trust fund for him when he was little that he couldn’t access until he was twenty five, but didn’t tell his parents about it, only his older sister. So by the time they got back in contact, he was twenty six and this money had been sitting collecting interest for twenty years, so he had more money than he knew what to do with, so he just….left it sit. He used part of it to put a down payment on our house and start college funds for my son and our daughter. But otherwise, he just uses what he makes.”
“I don’t know, you just remind me of him. Especially when he was younger and super impulsive.”
“Well, maybe that’s a good thing.” JJ laughed. “It sounds messed up but I wasn’t trying to be a hero today, but when she came to, god it felt good being able to say I did that.”
“Well, your impulsiveness saved a kid's life today, JJ.” Mari told him. “And you should be proud of that.”
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whoaaa.... have I been wrong this entire time?!
I think I have. I have never been afraid to admit im wrong, i dont think lol but i kept on insisting that Ryan and Blake didnt own 27 Old Oscaleta Rd and i think im wrong LMAO.
so back in June of this year, there was a meeting with the Planning Board for the town of Lewisboro and they were discussing the subdivision of land and buildings at the 27 Old Oscaleta Rd, South Salem. as we know that is part of the property were Taylor did the Folklore photoshoot.
I'll save you from reading the 47 page document and pull out the parts relevant to the post.
this is part of transcript of the meeting and I believe Blake was a part of that meeting, although her name wasn't used, the name was listed only as "JJE33 Holdings LLC representative, owner"
please take the time to read what she said, its beautiful the way she talks about the history of the town and the previous owner John Eckerson which ive highlighted using those break lines.
Transcript:
[JJE33 Holdings LLC representative, owner; Ed Delaney, Bibbo Associates; and Michael Sirignano, Esq. were present.]
Janet Andersen: OK, the next item on our agenda is a subdivision. This is calendar number 10 - 22 PB, this is JJE33 Holdings LLC, this is at 27 Old Oscaleta Road, South Salem, New York. It's an application for a lot line change, and I believe Michael are you?
Michael Sirignano: Okay, so Ed Delaney is here, and also one of the homeowners, [JJE33 Holdings LLC representative] is with us, and before I turn it over or introduce her and turn it over to Ed I want to basically explain this project. Ed’s got it up on the screen and working the cursor. So, I want to show the Board Ed the current configuration of tax lot three which currently contains 68 acres.
So, [the homeowners] will continue to own both parcels one and two. Because they cherish their privacy and very much love these lands this, these properties, so we're before the board be to seek only to adjust the lot lines of lot three and 12, eliminate line 11 entirely, so that we can build a new home one parcel one. As I said, [the homeowner] is joining us on the meeting and she's asked to just briefly address your board tonight....
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"JJE33 Holdings LLC rep.: Yes, I think I’m unmuted right. Can you hear me? Good evening Chairwoman Andersen, and planning board, it's so nice to meet you all and and to hear, I was texting Michael during this, I was like Is this a volunteer role because the work that you guys put into this and the care is really been amazing and also the care from the community. I’ve never you know, been a part of this before so just to hear how prepared everyone is and. Anyway, so thank you, thank you all for spending your time improving our lands and I think that's why. This is the most beautiful place in the world, I mean I had someone asked us recently. You could live anywhere why here and I was like why, why not? Why would anyone want to live anywhere other than here, I really believe that, like it's just heaven.
So, I don't have anything technical to say except that we love this land so much, we're so grateful to to have this land and to have such space and such privacy. I don't know if any of you know, this property from the Abrams or Eckersons, but it really is just so so special and you know, our goal is only ever to be additive to the community and never take from it. To be additive to the land, and never take from it, we have a giant field of solar panels. We also you know, want to build this home in an incredibly sustainable and thoughtful way, not just because it's the right thing to do, but because it's something that we're both passionate about. I’m also like a huge fan of history. I’m just trying to find Maureen. I’ve been asking everyone how to find Maureen to learn more about like the history of the land, and that's part of the reason that we didn't want to take down the cottage or the other structure, even though they're only two-bedroom structures, the the accessory building that would be a part of the main building. Or the main house doesn't even have a kitchen has a half bathroom, it doesn't have closets it's it's a great lodge it used to be this big beautiful home, I have no idea why they cut it down to like a fourth of the size of what it was, I mean that home was great as it was. But you know I look at the old photos and the history of it, I mean the cottage that's here that we're proposing to make a part of parcel 12 used to be on the lake, which I’m sure some of you knew that, 1920 they moved it up onto the land, so you know we wouldn't never take any of those down, we respect the history and the story so much, but also we have three children. And we're probably not done having kids. I just love having kids so much, but I’m just saying, oh I love my babies so much, um but um but you know I’m also one of five children, my husband's one of four. Our family drives us insane but, yet we always have them here, we always have them around. The goal is to have them visiting as as much as possible. So yeah, we actually do use these accessory buildings, but you know, two-bedroom buildings aren't enough for us and our and our children. And don’t I know if you guys are familiar, John Eckerson who lived at the property before, lived in a different house on Old Oscaleta Road and for us to have all this land and to buy that house didn't make any sense privacy wise, not because of anyone within the town, everybody's not only respectful but incredibly protective.
It just didn't make sense, because if we didn't want to bring anyone from outside of the town to be sort of wandering around and you know, because our profession, sometimes you know, it calls that attention if it's accessible people might kind of you know, start to linger. So, you know, and he had a plan to build a big home on this land, but he ended up buying that big white house, but it wasn't private enough for us, so we bought this land and thought Oh, this is incredible we ultimately have 110 acres here. He's talking, Michael’s been talking about 60 acres but the whole thing is 110, but we thought amazing we have 110 acres and we don't have a house. So, this is us just saying like we're just so excited to live here, our kids are growing up way too fast, which is none of your problem, but definitely ours. We've had this property for four years now and I’m just desperate to get shovels in ground and be living on this land and enjoying it and. You know our neighbors will never see us, in the best way you know, with all of our plans, it's very much a part of the earth and and you know we're not cutting down we're literally like flagging trees to save, half the trees we're trying to reuse for lumber. Which is actually more cost effective these days to because of what's happened since you guys already know all this stuff but anyway. We only ever wanted to be additive to the community, and you know we're, I feel you can say that we're good people and we're good neighbors and like we're just and we've been surrounded by that. What we've seen in our in our bit of time in the town of Lewisboro so anyway, thank you for hearing us, thank you for hearing everyone tonight, and I just wanted to speak on behalf of myself and my husband who's in the south of France working right now, he was going to set an alarm to get up in the middle of the night, and I was like my darling, I got this, I got us. He would have no idea what he's talking about anyway, but he'd be so charming doing it, but anyway, thank you all for the time and I’ll let everyone else speak."
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Michael Sirignano: Okay, so let's go back to the driveway, because we're going to utilize this existing driveway, we’re not proposing or have any plans whatsoever to have a new driveway for the new house or for the existing cottage. So, the the home, the new home will utilize this existing driveway which is as-of-right because it's part of the bigger 50 it won't be 59 acres but parcel parcel two we're going to give an easement, I’ll draft an easement and we're going to give parcel two an easement to utilize the existing driveway, we have no interest in having multiple driveways. So, in summary, parcel one is will end up being 59 acres and have a new large single-family home for [the homeowners] and and daughters, and there's a an indoor pool proposed as well, which is here and a gym as those are accessory buildings, the main house will be here and I’ll turn it over to Ed now. Because he's done all the soil testing and percs and and has found the septic area and the well and, and I’ll have him describe what septic systems and wells serve what buildings and what proposed septics and well will serve the new main residence. Ed. Okay you're managing. Your me to take down my. All right, I’ll stop sharing.
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Michael Sirignano: Oh, can I can I just make that clear, there is no no, there's no way they're going to sell off parcel two or the Huntington lots which they own, or or the lot over here which Doctor Mercurio (which is 73 Old Oscaleta Rd) used to own and now they own that as well. So, no they're there they're going to, and they own some land across the street as well and they're not it's going to remain a family compound.
JJE33 Holdings LLC rep: Also, to be clear, we bought it with all of them, but the Mercurio house we don't have a plan to like be tyrannical and try to just buy up every bit of land available like we we have more than enough beautiful buffer and like we've had opportunities for some of the other plots around us that we we haven't, because there's been no need for it, so anyway, I also just wanted to say that, like there's no"
[end of relervent transcript...] if you would like to read the whole thing the link is here, scroll to page 28: https://www.lewisborogov.com/sites/default/files/fileattachments/planning_board/meeting/18561/lewisboro_planning_board_appd_minutes_062122.pdf
so to sum up, does that information match Blake and Ryan, she mentions 3 kids and that they are not finished having kids, she would have been pregnant at the time, she is one of five siblings and her husband is one of four, her husband was working in the south of france at the time, June 21 2022?
also included in the transcript was these applications and maps showing the parcels of land and i believe the name listed as Paul M Zukowsky, as manager of JJE33 Holdings LLC is also Ryan's manager?? can someone confirm for me?
anyways, for those that have said all along its blake and ryans house, i did ask for proof and I wasn't ever able to find any or no one ever sent me any lol but if i have been wrong all this time, I sincerely apologise for saying you were wrong.
im very embarrassed right now lol
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