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#getting reeealy niche with the polls xD#polls#for the happy few#prudence has a solid chance#she once kicked a cop’s butt so hard he fell to the ground#but vautrin is the death dodger#and a hercules farnese lion/tiger/bear oh my combo#can he be defeated via physical prowess at all?
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Another Person, Another Promise
The concept for this fic was inspired by this lovely piece of art by @drawing-cookie.
Whumptober #5 Rescued
Batman had told him to stay, that it wouldn’t be too much longer; that he’d find a way to get him out of the boys’ detention center and find him a home. For the first few weeks, Dick held onto to the hope of those words like a lifeline until the promise of escape fell away like water through cupped hands. After a month those words were nothing but useless platitudes said to him to keep him from asking further questions about his parents’ murder.
He wouldn’t listen to Batman anymore no matter how scary the man appeared to be. This place was poison. He didn’t belong here. He wasn’t a criminal. He was just a boy who no longer had parents. Perhaps the cops thought they were doing him a favor; a pre-emptive strike bypassing a foster home and instead sending him strait to jail. Social Services in Gotham City was seriously messed up.
Dick had been at the boys detention center for a month and it was already the longest month of his life. Every day was a lesson in finding new hiding places so he wouldn’t get his butt kicked. No one cared that he didn’t do anything to start the fight. No one cared that he didn’t belong here with young criminals. All that mattered to them was that he was “fresh meat” and needed to know the rules and the “lay of the land”.
There was a twisted hierarchy that existed at these centers. Dick postulated that it didn’t really matter who was the biggest in size (though it helped), what mattered was who had the seniority.
Dick had gotten jumped on his first night at the detention center. “The welcome wagon” had been five boys that came into his room at lights out. They had told him if he knew what was good for him – he’d keep his mouth shut. This wasn’t a problem, who was he going to tell? The guards didn’t care. The cops that had come to question him about his parents’ murder didn’t bat an eye at his busted lip or the way draped his arm over his bruised ribs.
After the first two weeks Dick started to get a bit braver. He embraced the anger and started to fight back. Not enough to cause any damage, but enough to send a message that he wasn’t anyone’s punching bag. He used these fights as an outlet to let out the anger he had felt at being ignored by Batman. The man hadn’t come to see him since his first night at the Center.
This newfound bravery of course backfired and now the beatings increased with more frequency. The anger soon started to drift into depression and indifference.
At his one month anniversary of being at The Center, Dick got a visitor. The Batman had come to see him. Under different circumstances he’d be happy with the visit, but truthfully Dick was tired. He was tired of the lies and promises that came with every adult visitor.
Dick didn’t smile, make eye contact or say a word to the towering man standing in front of him in the small visitors’ room.
“What happened to your eye?”
“I fell,” he answered. “Any leads?”
“Some. The progress is still slow.”
“Right…so…why are you here?”
“I just wanted to check on you.”
Dick nodded. He wanted to ask Batman when he could leave and go home or go back to the circus, but it was pointless. No one seemed to know how much longer he still had to be at The Center, so he stopped asking. Every time he had asked, it was the same answer, ‘Not much longer. I promise’. It was the promise that stung the most, because a month had passed, and he was still here in this hell hole getting beat up every night at lights out.
“Are we done?” Dick asked.
Batman nodded. “You won’t be here long. I promise.”
There it was, the empty promise to ring in a new month in Hell. It was exactly what Officer Bullock had said, and later Commissioner Gordon and now Batman. Another person, another promise – this time from a guy in a mask.
“Whatever,” Dick sighed.
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The meeting with Batman only made Dick more depressed. He lay in his bunk pressed up against the wall hoping the shadows would swallow him. He had reached the point where he had stopped caring about anyone rescuing him. He had no one in his corner. No one was fighting for him. There was no one else in his life anymore that he could depend on for safety, reassurance, or love. The only people he had in his life were he parents and they had been taken from him. God, he missed his parents.
He missed their touch, the pressure of their hugs, and the proximity of their existence in his life. The weight of their absence pressed on his chest until he could no longer breathe. He fought hard to push down the lump in his throat, but it was no use. He finally let out the sobs he had been holding in for a month. A month had passed and he hadn’t even allowed himself to mourn them.
He still had nightmares of the night they had died. He could still hear the rope snap, smell the metallic scent of blood, and see the look of horror on his mom’s face as she fell.
Dick pulled himself further into the shadows of his bunk, allowing himself the space to cry. He hugged his pillow tightly to his chest just for the pressure in the hopes that it would help calm him down. No comfort came from hugging the pillow, but it did help muffle the sound.
This place was slowly suffocating the life out of him. If Bullock, Gordon or Batman weren’t going to get him out of here, he had to do it himself. He couldn’t wait to make a thorough escape plan. It had to be tonight.
Ultimately this plan was dumb and impulsive. But Dick had reached a reckless desperation that planning would take too long. He knew where all the great hiding places were as he had honed this skill over the last month to avoid fights with the older boys.
He stuck to the shadows using the darkness to sneak through the halls using his agility as an acrobat to his advantage. Dick’s goal was to make it to the basement laundry room. There was a window high up on the wall that lead to the street level. No one without acrobatic experience would be able to reach it. It was an easy climb to maneuver. He planned the jumps in his head many times when he was assigned to the laundry room.
Dick’s biggest hurdle was getting passed the guards’ station. He took his shoes and socks off to avoid them squeaking on the tile and giving him away. He knotted the laces of both shoes to keep them together and placed them around his neck to free up his hands. Waiting behind a wall he watched as the three guards leave the station to walk the halls. Luckily the laundry room was in the opposite direction. Dick wasted no time heading straight over there.
The door was never locked, but it was sticky. It squeaked something terrible as he opened it but Dick was careful not to let it slam shut behind him. Dick wasted no time making his way down the stairs into the laundry room. The Warden had purposely not placed any machines under the window should any of the boys use it as a boost to sneak out. Dick didn’t need anything under the window to make it. He climbed onto the nearest machine and jumped.
Just as his hands made contact with the windows ledge, he heard the door squeak open and the sound of jingling keys as someone descended the stairs.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?”
Dick scrambled to get the window open with one hand. He could hear the heavy footfalls of the guard approaching. It was at this moment that he thanked the universe for making him a very short and agile 12 year old. The guard couldn’t reach his legs, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying.
The handle on the window was hard to pull up. Especially since Dick could only use his one hand. He knew the window opened. He’d seen it opened during the day when the dryers were on. His sweaty hand was making it more and more difficult to grip the handle, but he wasn’t giving up. He was so close to getting out of here. He couldn’t give up now.
Dick tried not to get distracted by the scraping sound of a ladder below him. He continued to pull up with all his might on the handle. Finally, the handle budged and he pushed open the window feeling the cool Gotham air in his face. His victory was short-lived as he then felt his body jerk down as the guard grabbed his ankle.
“You’re not going anywhere, you little shit.”
Dick tried to shake out the grip on his ankle while still holding onto the ledge of the window.
“Get off!”
Dick kicked out and made contact with the guard’s face. The guard lost his balance and so did he. The ladder clattered to the ground, and Dick struggled to find purchase on the window ledge with arms. He had the upper body strength to hoist himself up but the exertion used to open the window and fight off the guard exhausted his muscles. Tears started to swim in his eyes. It wasn’t looking like he was getting out of here.
His biceps were straining to hold him upright on the window ledge. His toes anchoring him on the wall were getting sore. The ankle the guard yanked throbbed along with his rapid heartbeat. He could hear thunderous sounds of more guards coming into the laundry room. He was so screwed.
Dick took a breath and proceeded to hoist himself upward. His muscles shook horribly at the effort.
“Here, I got you,” a gravelly voice said from outside the window. Hands suddenly grabbed Dick under his arms and helped pull him out of the window.
Dick allowed the help once he registered that the voice belonged to Batman. He only had a moment to collect his bearings before three guards surrounded them outside; including the one Dick had kicked off the ladder.
“We’ll take it from here,” The guard said, reaching out a hand to grab Dick.
Dick scuttled away and stood behind Batman, using him as a shield between him and the guards.
��Please, Batman, don’t let them take me,” Dick whispered. He was on the verge of tears now as the adrenaline slowly started to seep out of his body. “I can’t go back there. Please, you promised.”
He looked up in time to see Batman looking at him and giving him a small nod of the head before returning his attention back to the lead guard.
“I don’t think so, the boy coming with me,” Batman growled.
“Under whose authority?”
“The Division of Child Protection and Permanency. All the necessary paperwork is on the Warden’s desk. Richard John Grayson is now a ward of Bruce Wayne.”
Dick’s head snapped up at the name Bruce Wayne, the billionaire wanted him to be his ward? This had to be a joke. He didn’t trust the information. Why would Bruce Wayne want to help him anyway?
The guard looked like a fish out of water struggling for words that were not coming.
“We’re done here,” Batman said. “Dick, get into the car.”
Dick did what he was told and got into the sleek black car that was parked near where he had climbed out of the window. He wasn’t sure that he trusted Batman yet. He wanted to believe that Batman had his best interests. He wanted to trust that Batman was telling the truth and was sending him somewhere safe.
Dick tried to brace himself for eventual bad news, because living with Bruce Wayne was just too good to be true. There had to be a catch somewhere. There was always a catch to something. He never used to be this cynical when his parents were alive, but their death changed him in ways that even he never saw coming.
They drove a little ways before Dick was brave enough to ask his question.
“Is it true, about my paperwork?”
“Yes.”
“You weren’t lying…about Bruce Wayne wanting to take me in permanently?”
“No.”
In only a month he saw the worst in people, mostly kids around his own age, but also adults. Some adults meant well, but none of them kept their word. They easily made promises but constantly broke them.
“What’s the catch?”
“No, catch. I pro –,”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Batman.”
Batman kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel. He pushed a button that must have been an auto pilot feature, because the car started driving itself. He slipped his cowl off and turned to look at Dick.
Dick immediately recognized the face.
“Whoa, you’re Bruce Wayne.”
“We’re going home, my home. I promise you, Dick, no more surprises. No more secrets.”
Dick just stared at him trying to find his words. He had so many things to say to that statement. None of them were good; most of them were offensive and started with an ‘f’.
“Will you let me help you with the investigation into my parents’ murder? Tell me all the leads you have so far on their case. Leave nothing out?”
Bruce sighed. “I promise to tell you everything of relevance. But if it starts to be too much for you, and leads to negative change in your behavior, I’m restricting your access. Deal?”
Dick thought over the terms and found them agreeable.
“Deal.”
The car rushed through a waterfall leading further into a dark tunnel. The car stopped and spun lifting on hydraulics as it settled into an elaborate underground lair.
“Welcome home to the Cave.”
“It’s a BatCave,” Dick corrected.
“Follow Alfred, he will show you to your room upstairs.”
“There’s more?” Dick asked.
“Much more, young sir. I shall give you the grand tour, but first let’s get you something to eat.”
Dick was in awe of his surroundings. He just became the ward of Bruce Wayne, who was also Batman. Batman was still on the case looking into his parents’ murder. He was no longer staying at a detention center and constantly worrying about getting beat up. He was home.
“Mr. Wayne,” Dick called.
“Yes, call me Bruce.”
Dick ran full tilt toward his new guardian and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Thank you, Bruce, for getting me out and bringing me here.”
“You got yourself out, Chum.” Bruce said, returning the hug. “I just pulled you out of the window.”
#whumptober2020#no.5#failed escape#rescued#Batman#fic#Dick Grayson#Bruce Wayne#fic inspired by fan art
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Love and War
A/N: Heyyyyy, I feel like this is the only way I start a post but... I’m not dead yet. Moving Sucks. I want it to be over....... I have been trying to write a little bit when I have a spare moment (which is not often). I did finally finish this though, so that’s something. And the funniest part is this is not any of the one-shots I had planned :/
Anyway, enjoy :)
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Word Count: 3k(ish)
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You and Jordan had been together for years. You had met him in a rehab center for vets. You know, the ones they force you to stay at after you come home to make sure you're okay. Though you two were in different branches, Jordan being Army and yourself being Airforce, you clicked almost instantly. The two of you spent some time getting to know each other, and within a few months, you had decided to stick together. You were both unsure of what to do with your lives, but you knew you wanted a fresh start. So when Jordan recommended California, you didn't hesitate.
So once he got his spot on a police force in a smaller town in southern California, you were off. You decided to get a degree, the military paying for it. You weren't really sure what you wanted a degree in, but you had some time to figure it out while you got your Associates. You had joined the force straight out of High School so you hadn't taken a college class of any kind. Luckily you were a pretty good student back in high school, so you hoped it hadn't all been forgotten in 5 years.
But that was a different problem than the one you were dealing with now. Unpacking and stocking your new apartment. Though you had already been in Beacon Hills for a few months, you were doing this very slowly, not sure how to proceed.
You and Jordan had very little belongings and didn't have much in the way of household stuff, so you had to buy quite a bit of stuff. The biggest issue was you were not a domestic person. I.E, you didn't cook or clean very well. It's not that you hated it or anything, your shitty mom didn't really set an example or teach you these things. You were learning, but it was a slow process. Even slower was figuring out what you needed and where the best prices were. Which Jordan was supposed to be helping you with, but he was MIA. Which was kinda worrying you.
Jordan had confided in you that he was worried because someone had made a kill list, one that included kids. He wanted to stop it, but he didn't know how.
Now that he was missing, you got worried. So you called the sheriff's station.
"Beacon County Sheriff's department, how can I help you?" A female voice answered.
"Hi, this is (y/f/n), I'm deputy Parrish's girlfriend. Is he still at the station? He called me over an hour ago saying he was on his way home but hasn't arrived. I'm just a bit worried with all these murders happening…"
“Please calm down ma’am, I am not sure if he went home yet but I will check with the Sheriff.” She replied in a calming voice.
She put you on hold and you took that time to start shoving your feet into your boots and grabbing your thick leather jacket to keep you warm. You also grabbed your guns. Though you were hoping you wouldn’t need them. You had your keys in your hand and were standing by your car, ready to go if they said Jordan wasn’t at the station.
The phone came off of the hold tone about two minutes later, and this time, a male voice spoke.
“This is Sheriff Stilinski, one of my officers told me you were Parrish’s girlfriend and you think he’s missing?”
“Is he there or not, I really am not in the mood for pleasantries right now.”
“Okay calm down.” He said.
“So he’s not there, great.” You snapped as you hung up the phone and jumped in the car, peeling out as you went hunting for any sign of your boyfriend.
You immediately followed the way he always took to and from work. When you still couldn’t find him, you started to think like a killer, not a regular worried girlfriend. As you were driving, you noticed a massive inferno shoot into the sky. You had a gut feeling so you headed towards it, tires screeching and engine roaring. You noticed an empty parking lot where a car was blazing. It took you only a moment to realize it was a police cruiser. You screeched to a halt, barely turning off the car before exiting, your one handgun in your hand, the other tucked into your jacket. You kept your gun up and looked to see who was around. You noticed a man running from the burning car and towards his own car. Another cruiser. You heard your boyfriend screaming in pain. You had to make a split-second decision. Luckily, the military had taught you how to think on your feet. So you shot out the other officer’s tires and headed for the burning car. The car was engulfed. You were desperate to get your lover out, but you couldn’t figure out a way without likely dying yourself. You screamed his name as you saw him go limp in the car.
You saw red.
You turned towards the other cop car and looked for the murder. You saw him scrunching down in his car, probably trying to find a way out. But that wasn’t going to happen on your watch. You walked away from the wreckage, using your rage to center yourself and focus on the current situation. Which was making sure this man paid for what he did. When he saw your form coming towards him, you saw the panic on his face and you smiled. You slowly walked towards the car. You could see him fumbling for his gun, but he was too slow. You used the butt of your gun to smash the window and unlock the door. As you opened the door to drag him out, he kicked you in the stomach which pushed you back a few feet. This gave him a moment to charge at you and knock you to the ground. Your head slammed into the asphalt but you used your pain to fuel you (also the adrenaline is the best pain reliever). You quickly grabbed him, kneed his balls, and used his distraction to roll him over. You had dropped your gun so you couldn't use it to knock him out, so you did the next best thing. You kept slamming his head into the ground. You didn't realize, but he had kept his gun and he tried to pistol-whip you, which made you disoriented for a moment, but that was all he needed. He then pulled the gun forward and shot your side. He pushed you off of him and started running to your car. But even with the pain, you rolled to grab your gun and before he had even made it halfway across the lot, you shot his leg. You made sure it wouldn't be lethal, but it would stop him from running. And it did as he fell flat on his face. You mustered your strength and stood up to walk over to him. He was moaning on the ground gripping his leg. You quickly kneed him in the head and he was out you muttered 'pathetic' under your breath.
Once you got the asshole tied up (making sure to cut off the blood flow, and since it was only a surface wound you weren't too worried) you shoved him into your trunk. You did a quick dressing for your side to stop the bleeding. And with one last look at the burning car, you peeled out of the parking lot, forcing yourself to look away from the inferno in your rearview. As much as you wished you had gotten there sooner, you couldn't change what had happened. You could only get justice for the man who murdered your everything.
Luckily the police station was only a short drive from where you were so you got there in no time. You pulled up rapidly, which made your tires squeal as you hit the breaks and parked directly in front of the doors. The sheriff and two teenagers quickly walked out. You got out of your car and barely gave them a look as you walked to the back of your car. You popped open the trunk, ignoring the sheriff who was yelling for you to stop moving and put your hands up. Once it was open, you looked over at the sheriff, tears running down your cheeks and said,
"He is a murderer and it took every ounce of self-control I have to not kill him on site. But I figured a quick death wasn't punishment enough."
You stepped back with your hand one hand up, the other gripping your bleeding side.
The teenage boy exclaimed "holy shit!"
"Do you want to start explaining why you have one of my deputies in your trunk bleeding and tied up?" The Sheriff asked, his gun still pointed at you.
Tears still streaming you said, "This bastard just burned Jordan alive."
"Wait, Parrish is dead?" The girl asked.
You nodded, your head bowed. You were constantly switching from rage to intense grief and sadness. And with a look at the man in your trunk the rage came back and you screamed,
"This fucker didn't just kill him. He put him through hell before he finally-"
Your voice broke before you could say the word you didn't want to think about.
"All for money. He just killed the love of my life for money. And all I could do was stand there and-and watch him burn." You murmured lowly.
The girl came over and took you by the shoulders, leading you into the station.
Slowly the adrenaline started to fade and you felt the weight of the night hit you hard. And your mind became unfocused. It was running through your memories, regrets, and what you had dreamed of for your future.
You hadn't realized, too stuck in your head, but the young female had sat you on a couch and was speaking soothing words.
You had no idea how much time had passed, but when your focus started coming back, you half-heard a conversation.
"...hasn't moved or reacted to anything." You heard a female voice.
"It's a frequent thing…. shock or …. PTSD… mile stare… watched him…. Soldier…" this was a male voice speaking, he sounded young.
"Stiles….side." it was the female voice again, she sounded panicked.
"Oh shit…. Bleeding really bad…. Hospital?.. I don't know wh…."
You heard a loud bang and jumped to your feet, pulling your gun from your belt and aimed it towards the noise. You then started swaying and dropped your gun due to the immediate pain in your side.
"Whoa whoa, hey, take it easy." The younger man said as he gently guided you back to the couch. You hissed in pain as your side was still sending shockwaves of pain through you.
"I'm fine, I've had worse." You said and gritted your teeth before standing and picking up your gun before creeping toward the door and cracking it open. You could hear the sheriff talking to someone, but it was too muffled to pick up the words. You cracked open the door ever so slightly. Your gun pointed out and just one eye peeking through. You didn’t see anything, but you could hear bits and pieces of the conversation.
“...you okay?.... Happened…. Dead…” you could only hear the sheriff, you had no idea who he was talking to but you intended to find out. You turned your head to the two kids behind you and whispered: “stay here.”
The boy went to argue, but you shut him down with a look. And you had a feeling it was more terrifying than usual due to the blood you were most likely covered in.
You crept out of the room, leaving it slightly cracked. You stuck to the walls and kept your steps near silent. As you got closer and could hear the other person, your heart stopped. You swore it sounded like….
You rounded the last bend with your gun pointed out in front of you and you nearly dropped your gun when you saw who the sheriff was talking to. You just managed to place your gun on a nearby desk before you launched yourself at the man in front of you.
"Whoa- oh." He seemed shocked until he realized it was you and he gripped you tight in return. You started crying again, not being able to help it.
"Oh god, I thought- I-I.. I watched you burn. I heard you screaming.” You sobbed into his chest.
“Shhh, I know,” Jordan spoke softly as he clutched you tighter. “I’m so happy to see you. All I could think about was you.” he murmured into your hair.
You pulled back from his chest and looked him over. He was covered in soot, his clothes were all but gone, but he was there.
You glanced at the sheriff, then back to Jordan.
“Is this real, am I hallucinating?” You asked aloud.
Jordan chuckled and pulled you back in, “No, it’s not a hallucination. I promise you I am as real as it gets.”
You heard shoes skidding to a halt behind you.
"Parrish? You're alive?" You heard the sheriff's son ask.
"Yeah, and I get the feeling things are going to get a lot more complicated." He said. As he shifted you to the side, keeping you in his hold, you hissed in pain. And the pain you'd pushed to the back of your mind came back.
"What's wrong?" He asked looking down to your side.
"Uh I may have been shot…" you got out with a grimace.
"Okay. Are you patched up?"
"Nope."
He gave you a look and immediately lifted you into his arms to sit you on a desk. He moved your jacket and shirt away, then pulled off the shitty dressing from the bloody wound.
"You stupid, reckless, silly woman." He sighed looking up to your face.
"Yeah, I know." You said unapologetically with a smile. "Hospital or can you just stitch me up?"
Jordan proceeded to closely examine the wound.
"Looks like it was just a graze, but you've been bleeding for a while."
You groaned at the thought of having to go to the hospital.
"I'll make you a deal, I'll stitch you up but first thing tomorrow we go get you checked out and make sure you're okay."
You squinted at him as he gave you that stupidly soft look that melted you every time. And he knew it.
"Stop. No. I'm not gonna look at you." You said firmly as you closed your eyes and turned your head away.
You heard him shift while laughing lightly. "You are such a child." You could hear the smile in his voice.
"Don't care, I won't look at you."
"Do you agree or do I have to wrestle you into the car and take you to the hospital now?" You could hear the smugness and you could imagine him staring at you with soft eyes, arms crossed and standing straight.
You looked at the floor and murmured a "fuck you…. smug asshole"
He laughed and patted your thigh.
"I'm going to clean up and then we'll get you stitched up and head home."
As he left to grab whatever clothes he could find and clean up, the two teenagers approached. The boy looked at you with awe and an intense look that said he had 800 questions. The girl followed behind looking slightly intrigued but clearly in a different way than the boy.
"Hey so that was crazy and you did a hell of a job on him and dad already gave him a quick patch but he's been whimpering since he woke up. What happened, how did you get shot? How are you-" you cut the young boy off by raising your hand and giving him a look. "Right, sorry."
You gave a half laugh as you shook your head.
"First of little Stilinski, why are you so interested and second why were you and your girlfriend here this late anyway?"
They both sputtered and tried to get out that they weren't a thing but you had a feeling if they really weren't together, they would soon.
You just chuckled and gave them a look. The girl then stepped up next to him and started talking.
"Look a lot is going on right now. We came here to talk to Stiles' father about something and that's when you pulled up." She said as if that answered everything. From the look of her and the brief description Jordan had given you, you figured this had to be Lydia. The girl he thought was a psychic.
"Hmm, Lydia is it?" You asked but didn't give her a chance to confirm nor deny, "If you think that is going to satisfy me clearly you aren't as smart as Jordan described. I was in the Airforce for a long time and had more training than you can fathom. With this, I know when someone is trying to hide something."
"That's not what she was trying to do. And we don't know you, so we're not just going to tell you about all the things happening in our lives." Little Stilinski said, jumping to Lydia's aid.
"And you know what, that's fine. I don't need to know about your teen drama. But. I do have the right to know what's going on when it involves Jordi." You said, a look of fierce determination.
"You know I hate that nickname," Jordan said as he reentered the room.
"No you don't, you love it." You said with a soft smile.
"No I really don't, but I love you so I guess it's the same."
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Isekai in the Time of Quarantine (Part 1)
[Twice/Jin Bubaigawara -- because certain happenings in the manga are making me feel things and I have to write something to feel better]
Warnings for: Spoilers, cursing, inappropriate amounts of author fawning over fictional character (but, really, someone has to), crack-ish content (but it’s Twice, so...)
“What the fuck.”
You stared at the page open on your phone. Then you went back a page. Then you went back to the page you were previously on. Unfortunately, the same words were there, the same images. Images of a man with a torn mask, his face bloody and sweaty and tear-stained running for a door. For a light. For his friends.
Only to be cut off by a shadowed figure--Hawks, Keigo Takami--bringing down a feather large enough to be a sword and just as deadly.
You couldn’t believe it. Jin Bubaigawara, AKA the villain Twice from the series Boku no Hero Academia just....
“No way.” For a second you debated closing out the page. But you kept reading. Maybe you were hoping for a miracle. That you’d jumped the gun. That Twice would Falcon Punch Hawks and make that beeline for his buds like he was planning.
He didn’t.
“God damn, Hori.” You sniffled when you finished the chapter. God, you were even crying. How were you that attached to a character? Of course, even as you wondered that, you knew it was because Twice, Jin, had been such a well fleshed-out character. A character with dimension.
Oh yeah, he was evil. You knew that without a doubt. But he’d been alone, cast out by the world and forced to resort to crime because nobody that was “good” or “upstanding” trusted him. It almost made you wish he’d taken up Hawks on the whole, turn over a new leaf thing. Not that he would have. The League of Villains were his friends, not his coworkers. He’d said it himself--their happiness was his reason for living. He wouldn’t have been able to function without them.
It would have ripped him apart.
Well, at least Jin had died happy with how his life had turned out. And his clone had gotten to see Toga one last time and protect his buds. It was a bittersweet ending to the chapter, and to Jin’s character, but you were content with how Horikoshi had gone about it.
Your phone’s alarm dinged then, a single note like a wind chime. You sighed, flipping onto your side in bed. The chapter had almost made you forget that you were stuck in your apartment. Because of the sickness going around, a stay-at-home order had been enforced. Everyone was sequestered in their homes--or they were supposed to be anyway--to decrease the numbers of the sick.
Fortunately, your job allowed you to work from home. Unfortunately, your parents and your siblings were pretty spread out. Sure, you’d messaged them and video chatted. Hell, you’d just talked to your parents before reading up on the last chapter of BNHA. But your apartment felt too big, too quiet, too empty.
You missed being in the same room with people. Both the intimate stuff and the simple things. Like talking. Or cooking. At the rate you were going, you’d end up making friends with all your stuff. You were already calling your fridge Frida.
I’ll talk to Mom and Dad tomorrow. You decided, eyes starting to feel heavy. See if they’ll let me stay with them until this all passes.
***
“Are we renting out the base now?” You groaned at the man’s voice and flipped onto your side. Without looking at your alarm clock or phone, there was no way of telling the time. But you were pretty sure it was too early to be awake. The way your eyelids seemed to be glued shut was all the indication you need.
“Man, those Liberation guys sure like making money.”
You groaned a little louder, eyes still shut as you felt for your phone. Seriously, who was talking so much, so early in the morning? Didn’t they realize some people needed to work the next day? In the next few hours even?
“This what you’re looking for?” Someone put your phone in your hand. Which would have been all fine and dandy if anyone actually lived with you. Shrieking, you threw yourself out of bed, getting tangled in your sheets and landing butt first on the ground as a result.
There was a man in your room.
There was a man dressed up as Twice in your room.
There was a freaking Twice cosplayer in your room at four AM.
The floor felt cold. Your butt was killing you. It felt like your leg was gonna pop out of the socket from how it was tangled up in your bedding. You weren’t dreaming. Dammit, you weren’t dreaming, and there was a whackadoodle in your apartment.
This was not the company you were looking for!
He took a step towards you, hands raised, and you screamed again. You flung your phone at him, kicking your tangled leg until you were free so you could run for your life. “Help!” You felt the man try to grab at you, but adrenaline propelled you into the living area. Something fell off your table when you slammed into it.
Still, you didn’t stop running, even when you were out in the hallway. “Someone call the cops! Fire! Fire!”
***
“Look, even if there was someone in her apartment, he’s gone now.”
Your landlady, clad in a blue, fluffy night gown with her hair in a bun, rolled her eyes at the police officer. “So that’s it? You’re not going to look for him. Is it too hard for police nowadays to find some costume-wearing nutjob who’s terrorizing one of my tenants?”
The police had come. Luckily, the nice lady at the end of the hall had heard your screams and called the police after ushering you into her apartment. Your landlady showed up not long after. She looked about ready to raise hell when she’d stomped down the stairs, woken up by the chaos and the police’s sudden arrival.
“Ma’am, he somehow avoided your security cameras, there’s not much else we can do. We’ll increase patrols in the area, but without a description of what the guy actually looks like, without the mask, that’s it.”
The police figured the man, whoever he was, had turned down the opposite end of the hallway while you cried for help and went down the stairs. One of the windows in the third floor hallway, a window facing the alley, was wide open. The security camera there hadn’t caught anything. The wires had been shorted out God only knew when.
You tapped your fingers against your mug. It was pretty with little pastel flowers all over it. The landlady had given it to you at some point, there was a rich, red tea in it, but you couldn’t remember what the flavor was.
“Pah, they expect us to do all the heavy-lifting, don’t they?” The landlady huffed once it was just the two of you. “’Course, you’d expect a little more decency, but with everything going to hell nowadays, I guess it’s no surprise,” she looked at you then, concern clear in her usually steely eyes. “Do you have anyone you can stay with tonight?”
You shook your head, eyes starting to burn. Every time you so much as blinked, you could see that man standing over you.
Your landlady patted the table, a few inches away from your fingers. It was the closest thing you’d had to physical contact in the last week. You almost wished she’d touch you. “The sofa’s a fold-out,” she said, getting to her feet. “We’ll see about your place in the morning.”
***
The only thing missing was your phone. There was no indication of forced entry at either of your windows or at the door (or the vents; you knew the guy wouldn’t have fit in the air vent--but it was an older building, and you’d read enough stories about people skulking through vents not to check).
Your water bottle had fallen off the table. It had broken into pieces on the floor. But you’d finished the water off, so there weren’t any spills.
“Come home,” Your dad had said when you video-called that afternoon. You could hear your mom crying in the background after you’d told them what’d happened. “We’ll get your phone shut down, and I’ll help you move everything.”
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose over your medical mask. That was two days ago. You’d been staring at what remained of the frozen food section at the local grocery store for a good five minutes. It felt like all your nerves were on end. That guy was out there somewhere. Or he was in the store with you. Unless he was in a hospital bed because he’d jumped out of a third floor window.
He could’ve been anyone. Almost anyone. And he knew where you lived and he had access to your phone--if he’d figured out how to unlock it anyways. And, again, wasn’t in the hospital.
It’s fine, You assured yourself, grabbing some chicken. Dad’s coming to get me in a few days, the boss is fine with me relocating as long as I keep working. It’s fine. I’m fine.
“You dropped this.”
Nope, nope, you weren’t fine. Were. Not. Fine. At all. Because you remembered that low voice from that night. But you still turned around. Because you were in a public place, even if the crowds were thinner than usual. And it wasn’t like he could hurt you as long as--
The man behind you was a little scruffy and had blond hair. He smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, but you could only tell because he was so close to you, breaching your personal space with blue eyes the size of pinpricks that gauged your every move. He was sweating, even though it was still cold out. It made your palms sweat around the basket’s handles.
Unhinged, that was the look in his eyes, in his face.
There was a brief moment where you feared he might pounce and try to bash your skull in. A really brief moment, which passed the second your eyes actually focused in on the scar on his forehead. As though he’d been stabbed with a knife.
And then you opened your mouth. Like a freaking dumbass.
“You went way too hard on that Jin cosplay.”
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“Stark’s New Intern” Chp. 17
Summary: Erik has to juggle a few things...
Maure Audience. NSFW. Smut.
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"Can it be I stayed away too long
Did I leave your mind when I was gone
Well, it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you where I'm at
I want to, want to be where you are
Anywhere you are
I want to, want to be where you are
Everywhere you are…"
Michael Jackson—"I Wanna Be Where You Are"
Pussy was Erik's kryptonite post-Naval Academy.
Busting a good nut had him off-kilter, so when Erik stood up to face Devika's unwanted visitor, his natural fighting instincts didn't kick in until the giant man had Erik pinned against a wall with his throat gripped in both of the man's powerful hands.
"Austin let him go!" Devika shrieked.
He couldn't breathe.
Oxygen was squeezed away from his brain cells and Erik felt faint before he felt the angry hard punch from a fist knocking the breath from his body. He fell to his knees and tried to protect his genitals as the man kicked at his balls.
Gasping for air, Erik punched up with his fists hoping to strike anything on the man's body but Austin was built like a brick wall and Erik's punches were like a toddler smacking a Pro wrestler. He lifted Erik up by his waist and slammed him on his knee making Erik holler in pain as he was tossed to the floor. A kick to Erik's right eye made the socket swell up tight crippling his vision.
"Fuck!" Erik yelled scrambling back on his legs while still trying to protect his dick from more injury.
Devika threw books from her bookshelf at Austin who deflected them and charged Erik once more.
"Shit!" Erik yelped hooking his fingers and immediately leaping to his feet and giving Austin a taste of Wakanda with his hands. It was hard for Erik to gage his accuracy because his eye was stinging like hell, but the grunts from Austin let him know the man was getting that work.
Keeping his body low, Erik knew he couldn't use his legs and feet too much because his dangly bits were flopping around dangerously exposed and throbbing with pain. His balls felt like they had swelled up to twice their size.
Devika got in his way trying to be helpful and he had to shove her aside to get at Austin. It took a head butt and a blur of fast fists into the man's stomach and sides to get him to back off. Erik swept his legs in a capoeira slice that would make his mother proud and Austin fell like a chopped tree onto the living room floor with a loud thud. The man groaned and grabbed for his ribs on the left side of his body. Erik felt like he had fractured a few. He held back from the full force of his blows. He didn't need any bones puncturing the man's lungs. Erik wasn't about to catch a murder rap over some pussy.
Erik crawled over to Devika's couch and rested his head on the cushion. He couldn't see anything out of his injured eye. Rolling over he rested his neck on the couch and stared at Austin who climbed to his feet with Devika's help.
"I can't believe you!" Devika shrieked striking Austin in his chest.
She grabbed her cell from her coffee table and stomped over to her front door flinging it open. She snatched a key from the outside keyhole.
"Don't come to my house again!"
"Devika—"
"Leave Austin."
"You are so wrong for this—"
"No one asked you to come here. I asked you for space and you disregard my privacy."
"Give me a chance—"
"Give you a chance, Austin?! Fuck! Just go! Don't make me call the cops."
Austin's eyes widened with surprise and his eyes swept over to Erik who peeped him with his one good eye.
"I might have some broken ribs—"
"Well, that's your goddamned fault."
Devika looked fierce standing naked with just her stilettos on with her hair bunched wildly around her face. If he wasn't in so much pain with a nut sack injury, Erik would be obliged to fuck her against the door just on general principle.
Shit. Looking that beautiful, he'd be open to another beat down just to see her like that again another time. She put that pussy on him like a G and he wasn't mad at Austin for going off on him because they both knew that bitch had that good-good poppin'.
Austin limped out of the condo and Devika slammed the door locking the bolts again. She bent down and picked up the food and wine Austin brought and put them on the coffee table. Kneeling down in front of him, she checked Erik's injuries. He hissed when she touched his privates. He didn't want to look down there to see how much damage there was. The good thing was, he didn't want any kids, so as long as his dick still worked, he could live without a ball or two.
Devika hastened over into her kitchen. She opened and closed her fridge and returned with saran wrap covering chunks of ice in both hands.
"Fuck!" he yelped as she placed the ice over his genitals. He held the ice in place as she put the other pack on his injured eye.
"Erik…I'm sorry…"
"Boyfriend?"
"Fiance."
"Damn. Got me in a serious triangle."
"We aren't together right now."
"Coulda fooled me."
"He used my spare key to come in here. I have it now, so he can't get inside again."
She touched his bruised waist and he ground his teeth huffing out air between his teeth.
"You feel like anything is broken?"
"Nah. My eye is fucked up and my balls hurt like shit."
"There's some swelling down there," she said looking under the pack he held on his nuts,
"Dick looks okay though."
He laughed and she started tittering herself.
"Oh shit...the look on his face when he came in. I didn't know what the fuck was happening," he said.
Devika laughed softly, but then her face grew serious.
"How are you going to go to work tomorrow?" she asked.
"I'll call in sick for a few more days."
"But you'll still have bruises healing on your face."
"Don't worry about."
He leaned forward and kissed her lips even with the pain he felt on his mouth.
"I'm sorry," she whispered caressing his face.
"Not your fault, Ma. It won't stop me from being around you. You still plan on marrying him?"
"We are on break for a reason—"
"On break ain't the same as broken up—"
"No. I don't want to be with him."
"Good, cuz when I heal up, I'm coming for you again."
"You are so reckless."
"But you like it."
"I do. I like you."
"Finally. I get my ass beat just to get the truth outcha mouth. I knew you were feeling me. Been frontin' all this time."
His eyes dragged over body.
"You so fuckin' sexy right now."
She helped him sit on her couch and he grunted when his balls shifted.
"If the swelling doesn't go down soon, I'll take you to urgent care," she said.
She opened the food that Austin brought.
"Chicken Alfredo. Hungry?"
They ate Austin's food and opened the expensive wine. Erik's scrotum didn't enlarge and the pain subsided. He kept icing his eye.
"You can stay here while you call out," she said.
He smiled. She wanted him with her.
Naked on the couch together, Devika stroked his scalp and when the last of the wine was sipped, Erik fingered her pussy until she came all over his hand.
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Tony Stark stared at Erik's face in his office.
Erik fidgeted in his seat but kept direct eye contact.
Reaching into his desk drawer, Tony pulled out Devika's thong and placed it in front of Erik.
Fuck.
He thought he had shoved it deep into his own pocket safely when they left the office five days previous.
"Two things, Stevens. Devika is off-limits. Period."
Erik felt his lips press together tight. He flexed his fingers.
"Your focus needs to be on finishing this internship. Your other extracurricular activities are stirring up a little bit of dissension among your work peers. That is a no-no. Understand?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not going to ask about the shiner."
"Okay. You won't fire Devika, right?"
"She doesn't know I found these, and I will not mention to her that I know what went on in my office."
"Thanks."
"You can throw those away. No need to embarrass her. She's a good girl, Stevens. Impeccable. Let's keep it that way."
Good girl?
Erik didn't like the sound of that. It was too intimate and it was what Erik wanted her to be for him. He regarded Tony's face and thought of what Devika told him at the Expo about mixing business and pleasure. The two of them had something in the past. Was T blocking?
Tony glanced at his watch.
"Time for the intern meet up. Are you ready to discuss final schedules?"
"Can someone else do it?"
Erik's hand went up and touched his eye lightly.
"No. If you're worried about how your face looks, then you should've made better choices while you were out."
Erik cut his eyes away.
Tony stood and slipped on his suit jacket and buttoned it.
"Let's go."
Erik stood up and stuffed Devika's panties deep inside his pants pocket and zipped it up. They strode out of the office together and Erik let his eyes flicker over to Devika who was on the landline talking and swiping her laptop screen.
"Tony, Pepper needs you to give her access to the Rylex app."
"Will do."
Devika glanced at Erik and he was already wanting to stay behind and have lunch with her and shoot the shit just to be up in her face. He turned his head and followed Tony out.
"Please don't give Devika puppy dog eyes every time you see her," Tony whispered.
Erik rolled his eyes.
Six minutes later they entered the same cavernous hall that Erik sat in on his first day of the internship. He caught eyes taking notice of his face. Walking with Tony always made him stand out and he gave up being incognegro months ago. Stepping onto the stage with Tony and three other interns, Tony took in the room filled with eager faces. Many were still jealous of him and the favoritism they thought Tony gave him still.
"Good to see everyone. Thank you for being on time and ready to hear some important announcements as we start to wind down this year's group of interns. You've all worked very hard, made some outstanding contributions to your departments and Stark Industries as a whole. Today I'm going to have a few of your peers address you and then I will be introducing Mr. Sebastion Summerville who will give details about some other internships affiliated with my companies and also opportunities to find employment after you leave us. First up, Erik Stevens with some exciting updates in Biometrics."
Tony stepped aside and Erik approached a raised podium and adjusted the mic on it.
"Good morning, I will be taking a few questions at the end, so please wait until then before raising your hands…"
His eyes swept the room and he saw Giselle watching him from the left side and Athena hawking him from the right. They both looked pissy and Athena had her arms folded across her chest. He would have to tread carefully now that Tony was aware of his dalliances. How many more knew? There was only that one romp clubbing where he even showed Athena affection on the subway in New York, but the others in their entourage were far away from him when they kissed. Maria had no clue he had fucked Athena in the hotel while they watched tv, and even if she knew, she wouldn't blab to anyone because he was her homeboy. At least that's how she rolled with him. He searched his brain trying to think where he could've slipped up. He wasn't the type to brag to other dudes, so Curtis had no idea he was fucking other interns.
Erik finished speaking and turned off the images floating above him. He stepped aside to allow another intern to come forward and share data.
He sat down on the dais and kept his eyes on the podium.
He saw Devika slip into the room and stand by one of the exit doors with a leather-bound file folder in her hand. He swept his eyes away from her and wondered how he could keep away from her. He really and truly liked her. Liked talking with her all night long. Liked cooking food with her and listening to her talk about trifling Black men in Los Angeles and the pick me's so desperate to snag mediocre boyfriends. He liked laying next to her, listening to her breathe when she slept. He liked waking up to her and watching her brush her hair. She treated him like a man and not just a jump-off. He felt like he was adulting with her. Athena and Giselle were cool and fun, but they often made comments that referenced his age or made it seem like his being younger made him less aware or less experienced than them. They had no idea how many lifetimes he had to live just to make it to where he was now.
Ninety minutes after entering the room, they were all dismissed for lunch and Erik walked toward the exit. Devika walked his way.
"Nice work," she said tapping his shoulder with the folder.
Erik glanced back at Tony and his sharp eyes were already watching them.
"Thanks."
His voice held very little enthusiasm, and Devika picked up on it, her mouth frowning slightly.
He just wanted to be in her condo again, enjoying the feel of her hair splayed out on his thighs as he stroked her back while she laid on him watching tv from her couch. The quirk of her lips sparked desire in him again.
"I gotta go," he said abruptly and brushed past her without another word. When he reached the exit and looked back at her, she was still standing there watching him, a look of doubt on her face.
And Tony was watching her…still.
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There was no sense avoiding them.
Erik caught up with Athena and Giselle as they all stood waiting for an elevator. Crowded around the other interns made him comfortable approaching them.
"'sup," he said.
They both looked at him. Giselle rolled her eyes, but Athena just gave him a passive stare.
"Been sick," he offered.
Athena looked at his still discolored eye.
"Fighting too?" she said.
"Can we all go get tacos later? My treat? We gotta talk."
"We?" Giselle interjected with some salt in her voice.
Erik checked to see if any others were listening but they were ignored because of the rush of bodies boarding the elevator. The doors closed and the three of them stepped aside for the next rush waiting on the next lifts.
Erik kept his voice confidential.
"I need to talk with ya'll. Serious shit, okay? I've had a rough two weeks and I need to vent some things."
Giselle's eyes softened and she lowered her left hand from her hip.
"Janine is driving me crazy...Stark is up my ass, and I need some advice."
The big sister angle.
Placing the onus on Janine and Boss Man would allow them to coddle him, deflecting his lack of attention on outside forces. He lowered his head and really gave them the full game.
"Poor thing," Athena said rubbing his arm, "why didn't you call us or say anything?"
"I'm trying to handle it on my own."
"How about we meet at Pacheco's after work? It's just around the corner." Giselle suggested.
"Cool. You down, Athena?"
"Yeah, I can do that."
"I just want to bounce ideas off of you and see how I can handle those two. I just want to make it out alive these last few weeks."
Hook. Line. Bagged.
He separated from them and thought about kicking himself for not using Tony and Janine as a crutch to get out of the responsibility for dodging them.
Maybe he wasn't as mature as he thought.
He felt tense and used his intern key card to dip into one of the executive restrooms. No one was around so he locked himself inside one of the fancy fully enclosed stalls and pulled out Devika's panties. He sniffed them and could smell the lemongrass lotion from her thighs and the aroma of her folds. He wanted her.
Unzipping the fly on his pants he fished out his penis and pulled it through the opening. Fisting himself, he smelled her underwear again then imagined being between her legs and looking down at her face.
"Shiitttt, Devika," he gasped.
He circled the head of his dick smearing some of his pre-cum on her panties. But then the image of her naked in stilettos yelling at her fiancé yoked him up and thick semen shot out all over her underwear.
Cleaning off his fingers with toilet paper, he snatched out his cell and swiped the screen.
Fuck Tony.
"I gotta see you tonight," he whispered into his phone.
He couldn't prove it, but he felt like she was smiling on the other end.
Chapter 18 HERE
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Nodus Tollens Chap 3
(ooc) here is the third installment of my story! Same general tags apply, especially canon-game violence and strong language.
chapter 1 chapter 2
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Rhi was on an ATV flying down the road putting as much distance as she could between herself and the Holland Valley. She was well aware that if John wants her there, he’s definitely got a way to get her there. Tom was nice enough to tell her the way off Dutch’s island, but said he would rather stay back and make sure Dutch stays covered. Rhi thanked him for his help and made her departure.
Her hazel eyes were now searching the sides of the road for any dangers, animal or otherwise when she spotted another person on their knees in front of a cult member. She pulled out her gun, firing a warning shot before skidding to a stop nearby. Gunshots whizzed by near her head and she cursed as she tumbled off the ATV and she hid behind the tree, taking deep breaths. A warning shot was the wrong method to use, she realized now, it’s becoming glaringly obvious that she is going to have to shoot to kill everytime and that epiphany caused Rhi to sigh heavily.
Rhi peeked around the trunk in time to see the woman she was trying to save sweep the legs of the cult woman out from under her and she crashed to the ground hard. Rhi took the moment to run over and finish her off with a single shot to her head. Rhi then doubled over, she really hadn’t been prepared for this kind of buffoonery when she transferred here from Billings. She hadn’t even had to use a weapon until she got here.
“I can see you’re working through an existential thing, but could you give me a hand here?” The lady on the ground inquired, rolling onto her side to reveal her hands were bound. Rhi let out a surprised noise, brushing her brown hair from her face.
“Fuck, I am so sorry!” She exclaimed while moving to kneel beside her and deftly untie her wrists, the woman laughed good naturedly.
“It’s ok...it’s an odd situation here.” She conceded while rubbing her wrists and standing up and taking the rifle off of the cult woman. “She ain’t gonna need this anymore.”
“Odd is an fucking understatment.” Rhi agreed, searching the body for handgun ammo, and cursing when she found none, and the woman laughed again, nodding.
“Oh, if you’re needing any assistance, that Boshaw fellow is close by. When he found out what was going on he started laughing like a crazy man.” Rhi looked up from her knelt place on the ground, hazel eyes wide and her heart rate sped up when she heard Boshaw. As in Sharky Boshaw? Rhi knew she would probably have to face him again eventually, but she was caught off guard that it would be so soon. “Grabbed a propane tank and ran towards the Moonflower Trailer Park...what? You ok? Looks like you just saw a ghost.” The woman asked, and Rhi half nodded, waving her hand dismissively.
“I’m great...just...stunned.” She partially lied, standing to her full height and brushing off her knees, and gave the lady a weary smile. “The trailer park you say. Right up that road there?” Rhi asked, thumbing over her shoulder at the dirt road off to the left, and she nodded affirmation. Rhi groaned inwardly, how would seeing Sharky again after all these years be?
Rhi sighed, as she dismounted her ATV, looking at the trailer park in front of her, placing her hands on her hips. She was not ready to go in here, meeting Sharky again after so many years was sure to be...eventful, to say the least.
After their first and only interaction when she was 16, Sharky actually helped mold her future, not that he knows that. But little rebellious Rhi meeting someone who actually was a badass and witnessed what kind of trouble it gets, made her realize that not all attention is great.
It's when she really started looking up to Earl and the profession he is in, and guided her to be on this side of the law.
Dust came up in little puffs as she walked deeper into the abandoned park, hearing Sharky up on top of one of the trailers, she came to a stop near it, looking him over, her hands still resting on her hips. She chewed on her bottom lip, before making an exasperated noise, looking up at the sky in an aggravated manner and climbing up the nearby ladder.
"Hey, get the fuck outta here, Johnny-law. I know my fuckin’ rights." Is what Sharky greeted Rhi with once she stood to her full height on the trailers roof. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, before stepping towards him, he still sounded the same. Maybe a little more gruffness in his voice from what she guessed was years of smoking.
"Oh, so you know that setting fire to things with a flamethrower is still technically illegal?" Rhi asked, sarcastically, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, shifting her weight to her right leg, tilting her head back to look at Sharky in the eyes. She was surprised to see that there was no recognition in his blue eyes for her, she was just another cop to him at this point.
She shouldn't be surprised, though, as she didn't have that much of an impact on his life as a whole as he had hers.
"Hey, I come out here and I'm not botherin' nobody." He swept his arm in a gesture over the trailer park grounds, pointing at different speakers set up. "I play some of the best music and just let loose here. In a pants free, consequence free environment." Rhi blinked at the speakers as he spoke, before her eyes travelled back to him and trailed down to see he was definitely still wearing pants and she couldn't help but laugh slightly.
"Uh, Sharky-" He gave her a confused look, and she tilted her head in question and then it dawned on her. He wants to know how she knows his name already.
"I know, ya wanna know why I'm still wearin' pants. No one knows what the next few minutes hold." He stated, moving over to some pedals he has mounted on the roof. Ok, so maybe he didn't catch that she called him Sharky. "By the way, my name is Charlemagne Victor Boshaw but if you require a little brevity in your day to day life you can just call me-"
"Sharky, I know." Rhi finished for him and this time he gave her a more suspicious look and she folded her arms over her chest. Why does the fact he doesn't remember her nettle her so much?
"How in the fuck do ya know that? Don't think I've ever seen ya around here, little girl." Rhi's nostrils flared slightly at the way he said "little girl" it sounded so much like when they were all in the police station all those years ago. So condescending, almost like he could never take her seriously.
Rhi made a "tch" sound, clucking her tongue, her jaw setting in her rising anger and she looked at him out of the corner of her eye and in a deadpan voice, responded:
"Man, fuck you." And with that, it was as if a light bulb lit up blindingly in a dark room. Sharky's blue eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly agape as she watched it slowly come to him who she was.
"No fuckin' way. Bitty Rhi?" It was Rhi's turn to give him a confused look, only Hurk Jr ever called her that. Does that mean he talked to Sharky about her off and on throughout the years? "Should have fuckin' known, of course you'd become a cop. You've been a snitch from the beginning." Rhi's anger exploded at that accusation, she never got over that he always thought she was spying on him and Hurk that day.
"Silencio fucker. I never ratted on you two that day. I had just rolled into town. Besides, who do you think convinced Earl to let you go?" They were both snarling at each either, but Sharky was the one to back down, his anger reducing to surprise.
"That was you?" His voice was a lot softer than she had ever heard, and she nodded, her eyes looking away from him and back to him quickly as if to say "uh, yeah". The two stared at each other in silence, sizing each other up, before Sharky finally scoffed and folded his arms over his chest. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re a cop now.” It was Rhi’s turn to scoff and she turned her face to the sky, shaking her tiny fists in frustration.
“Of fucking course a hillbilly ass like yourself wouldn’t fucking change. Outsiders are the devil.” She ended her sentence mimicking his accent, while simultaneously walking back to the ladder to gingerly climb down, still mouthing. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to help me kick this cults ass, but you know what...nevermind.” She called, walking backwards away from the trailers, throwing her hands up in the air before looking back up to where he had been to point at him. Rhi became surprised when she saw that he was following her down the ladder, and her arm dropped back to her side. “Why are you following me?” Her anger had deflated to confusion.
“I can’t have ya runnin’ around like a crazy woman, Dep. Ya might hurt someone...or yourself.” Sharky teased, and Rhi’s eyes narrowed at him, before her index finger came up to poke him in the chest.
“I’ll have you know I can take care of myself.” She promised and he chuckled, holding up his hands in a defeated manner.
“No doubt, Munchkin, but still you’ll need someone to show ya around.” Sharky pointed out and Rhi considered it. He did have a point, sure she had spent a few summers here, but she hadn’t gone everywhere during that time. Her hazel eyes looked him up and down before she scoffed again, giving him a small but sardonic smirk.
“Fine. But I’m driving, Charlemagne.” She mocked, causing him to grimace as she turned and walked back to where she parked the ATV.
“Hey!” Rhi shouted over her shoulder as she and Sharky were taking a break and stretching, they had saved numerous people along the road, and Rhi needed a breather. Sharky made a noise as he dropped a cigarette butt and snuffed it out with the toe of his shoe. “Hurk Jr around, I haven’t seen him in ages.” Sharky turned to face her, about to answer when he saw the orange glow of the sunset catching Rhi’s face just right as she ran her fingers through her hair trying to brush out tangles, and his mouth fell agape instead.
“Uh…” Was all Sharky managed to get out and Rhi looked over at him, her right eyebrow raised, and then she turned to look behind her to see what had Sharky so enraptured, but there was nothing. She had begun to get nervous, thinking it was a bear, but it was literally just a drop off to the Henbane River below. She shrugged and looked back at him.
“Sharkster...ya alright?” Rhi stepped towards him, snapping her fingers in his face, and it broke the trance and he shook his head to clear it.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m great. Hurk is stayin’ at his dad’s up in the Whitetail Mountains.” He answered, motioning in the direction of the mountains and Rhi gave him a quizzical look before nodding, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
“Right…” She turned to go back to the ATV, but turned back to Sharky after a couple of steps. “You sure you’re ok. You looked weird-” Her words were cut off when he walked into her, she stumbled back but his hand shot, grabbing her elbow to steady her, pulling her against him, and she blushed. “Didn’t realize you were right up my ass, Charlemagne.” She tried to sound teasing, but it came out rather defensively, and she broke free from his hold, taking a few steps back from him, her tone catching him off guard.
"Didn't think ya were gonna turn on me either." His tone however did come out his intended way of just being playful. He wasn't sure how to take Rhi, sometimes she seemed rather friendly, but then it was like she realized she was being open and a wall slammed down behind her eyes, blocking everyone from her innermost thoughts. They had spent nearly a whole day together now, and everytime he thinks they are getting friendly, Rhi pushes him back an arms length away again.
Rhi’s eyes studied him suspiciously, had what he said been a tease or was it being passive aggressive about their past again? Sharky then gave her a soft almost puppy innocent smile and Rhi’s eyes widened, a slight blush tinted her pale cheeks, and her defenses melted away. She wanted to slap herself, because, sure, when she was 16 she had found him attractive enough on their first sighting, but that was the rebellious part of her...right? That part of her that was like ‘oh, Step-Ass would absolutely hate you bringing someone like him home’.
Rhi shook her head slightly to clear it before giving Sharky a smile small in return. “Sorry, I guess I’m embarrassed I nearly fell down…” She lied, laughing nervously, before climbing back onto the quad, and patting the area behind her, and Sharky quickly joined her.
“Hey, Dep, ya know who I’d bet would be happy to see ya?” Sharky asked, leaning down to speak into Rhi’s ear as she sped down the road, and a small shiver ran down her spine as his facial hair tickled her earlobe.
“Who’s that Sharky?” She replied, turning her head towards him slightly to make sure he heard her. She was just hoping her talking while driving this fast didn’t have her eating bugs.
“My auntie.” Of course! Addie! Rhi had missed her so much and hadn’t really visited much two years ago while she had been recovering, she just talked to her on the phone more than anything...having been so preoccupied with John. Feeling her anger rising again, she cleared her throat.
“Abso-fucking-lutely! Let’s go see Addie!”
Slowing to a stop close to the Drubman Marina, Rhi vacated the quad after she was sure Sharky was off, she sighed. Of course the cult was here too, she thought to herself as she ran her fingers through her hair in a very frustrated manner. She was just beginning to walk up the slight incline to gain the higher ground when her radio beeped. She froze, it was nighttime now, so the noise seemed like it resounded loudly. She grabbed it quickly, nearly dropping it in her hurry, she juggled it for a couple of beats before finally getting a good grasp on it.
“Deputy...I hope I didn’t wake you.” John again, and Rhi cursed lowly, rolling her eyes, and giving Sharky a motion of hanging herself and he chuckled.
“Not at all, asshole, Sharky here has been keeping me company.” Rhi knew that would ruffle John’s peacock feathers. “The hell do you want? Y’know, since this is Faith’s region afterall…” Rhi pointed out, smirking to herself, and she heard John scoff bitterly.
“Ah yes, Charlemagne. Not sure he is going to be the best fit for you my dear.” Rhi blinked, confused by that answer and she shot Sharky a quick look, but he seemed to not be paying full attention to the conversation at hand, his face cast upwards looking at the stars.
“Oh? And you are?” She asked, turning her back to Sharky and walking back towards the quad, not wanting him to overhear anymore.
“Do you remember that night before you left for Billings?” Rhi’s jaw muscles bunched and flexed, her free hand clenching into a tight fist. Of course she did.
“The night that it was clear you were hiding something from me but I was too stupid to acknowledge it?” She hissed through her teeth, and John was quiet for a few beats.
“Yes, that night.” John agreed and Rhi stared down at the radio as if she couldn’t believe he just brushed off what she said.
What she didn’t realize was, on John’s end, he had placed the radio on his forehead. He hated that he had to lie to her back then, it had been at Joseph’s request that John reach out to her, being certain Rhi needed to be brought into their loving family. He had gotten close to her during the handful of months she was there, and before he knew it, Rhi was leaving Hope County altogether.
“We watched the stars that night.” He continued, standing out on one of his balconies, looking up at the stars, he couldn’t help but think about that night. Rhi’s mind flashed back to her and John sitting on the waters edge, as she pointed out the different constellations, John leaned close to her, one arm draped around her shoulders. How could this be the same person, he acted so different back then. She sighed, looking up at the stars too.
“We did…” Her tone was soft as she remembered it all. “What happened to you…?” It was a bitter question, rhetorical because she was sure he wouldn’t answer such a question, to him, he was probably always the same him. To her, he was two faced.
“You thought I was a perfect fit back then.” His voice was back to being cocky and she growled, she hated that he could switch on a dime like that. “I’m at my home, if you want me to prove how perfect of a fit I am.” The sultry tone of his suggestion caused a hot feeling to run to her core, and Rhi’s face turned blood red at her body’s reaction. Unsure of how to even respond to such a statement, she let out a shaky laugh.
“Oh, John.” Came the weakest comeback she’s ever done in her life, and she knew she had to do better. “I’m not that easy, you’ll have to work for it.” She tried to sound as seductive as she could, not being used to flirting, especially like this, before replacing the radio onto her belt.
“Watch your back then, Deputy.” It was a warning that should have scared her, yet it had sent an inexplicable thrill through her entire body, and she smirked, she was ready for him and whatever he sent her way.
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Summary: After a spell goes wrong and sends you back in time and alters your age, you seek out the help of a young Dean Winchester to get you home...
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 3,600ish
Warnings: language
“Move, Dean!” you said, shoving him aside, a cloud of pink smoke surrounding you. You coughed as you breathed it in, a gunshot ringing out.
“Y/N, you alright?” you heard Dean say but you couldn’t see him, no matter how hard you swiped your hands.
“I can’t see. I can’t...” you said, coughing some more.
“Sammy, I can’t get through this smoke,” said Dean, bumping into something close by. “What’d she do to Y/N?”
“Looks like a de-ageing spell and...oh crap, we gotta get her out of there and now,” said Sam, a shot pinging off the smoke.
“Sam! Watch it!” shouted Dean.
“It’s a time spell too. I don’t know how far back it’ll pop her but we got less than a minute before it happens,” said Sam.
“Guys,” you said, coughing again, their voices farther away. “Dean! Get me out of here!”
“It looks like it’s gonna pop her back in ‘05 if we don’t-”
“Y/N, find us,” you heard Dean say, pounding on the smoke, his voice growing fainter. “Sam’s still at Stanford. It’s not far from here. You know the first cases we had if we aren’t there. Find us and we’ll help you get back. Just-”
You blinked your eyes and looked around, standing in a short grassy field. You swallowed hard and looked around, a sign off in the distance. You headed for it and heard a road, gulping when you read you were standing in a future housing development.
“Oh crap.”
You finally found Sam’s place when you saw Baby parked out front, sighing in relief.
“Oh, Baby, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” you said, walking over to it, the trunk slamming shut, two young men looking at you.
“Can we help you?” asked Dean. He had to be 26, fresh faced and so much more boyish than you were used to. “Is she a drunk freshman or something, Sam?”
You glanced down, gulping when you caught your reflection from the street light on baby’s hood.
If Dean was almost forty where you came from and you were ten years younger...
“I’m sixteen!” you said, running your hands over your face. “No, no! The once was bad enough!”
“Hey, kid. Do you need help or not?” said Dean, narrowing his eyes.
“Shut it Winchester. I ain’t no kid. In fact, I’m older than you on a normal day. Now I need-”
“Great, she’s drunk. Or on drugs,” said Dean quietly, forcing a smile on his face. “Okay, kid. We’re going to call someone to come help you, okay?”
“Dean, I don’t know her,” said Sam. “How’d she know our name?”
“Because Sammy, I do know you. I know both of you and short version is I got sent back in time and deaged and I need your help to send me back home,” you said.
“Alright, listen-”
“You have a group of freckles on your back just above your butt that looks like the big dipper,” you said, crossing your arms.
“Tell me you did not sleep-”
“Of course not Sam,” said Dean. “I’m not an idiot and I’ve never seen this girl in my life. I so do not have freckles like that.”
“Rhonda Hurley. Pink. Satin. Do I need to continue?” you asked, Dean gulping. “I know you, Dean. I know your secrets because you told me them. Now I know you guys are going to work a case right now but I desperately need-”
“We don’t have time for this,” said Dean, ripping open the drivers side door. They were both in the car and down the street in a flash. You sighed, throwing your hands up when you looked back at Sam’s apartment.
Jess.
Maybe you could go warn her this second. You looked around, jogging up the front path to Sam’s building when a cop car pulled up out front.
“Dammit.”
“Hi Bobby,” you said, giving him a smile at the police station. He was still cocking his head at you like you were an alien but he said you were his niece and picked you up regardless. “Thanks for the ride.”
“I just drove for how long to come pick up a strange teenage girl that I’ve never met before in my life why?” he asked.
“If it makes you feel any better, technically, we’ve never met. I heard all about you from the boys though. You’re like a father to them,” you said with a smile.
“How exactly do you know about the supernatural?” he asked.
“I told you on the phone,” you said.
“You sound like a basket full of crazy,” he said.
“Just...hear me out. I’m in need of serious help.”
“Bobby?” you heard Dean say, walking into the front door of the house. It’d been a few months. You knew they had downtime between a few cases right about now so you felt less likely like you’d screw something up if you decided to introduce yourself again.
“Dean,” you said, giving him a smile when he poked his head in the room. “Thanks for calling the cops on me. I appreciate that one.”
“Okay, who the hell are you?” asked Dean, crossing his arms, Sam cocking his head at you.
“She’s your girlfriend in about ten years, ya idjit,” said Bobby, coming up from the basement, dropping a box of books on the desk. “Best researcher I’ve ever seen.”
“Great. You’re a nerd,” said Dean, rolling his eyes.
“You read all of Harry Potter in a week. I’m the nerd. Right,” you said, giving him a smirk.
“Harry what now?” asked Dean.
“Ah, I forgot. You’re still cool guy, Dean. Only cars, women and whiskey for you,” you said, flipping a page.
“Damn straight,” said Dean.
“Don’t worry. You become a normal person soon,” you said, flipping shut the book. “Bobby, the spell I’m looking for packs a punch. A big one.”
“Well alright princess. I’ll go raid my stash. Again,” said Bobby, heading back downstairs.
“Bastard won’t even let me have a drink,” you said, stretching as you stood up.
“Considering you’re a teenager, I can’t argue with him,” said Dean with a smile. Sam excused himself when he caught you staring at them a bit too long, Dean more than eager to let you. “So I got to ask. Are you a hunter or a civilian?”
“I’m a hunter,” you said, Dean nodding his head like he was expecting that. “I know some things, things I can’t tell you. I...there were things I’d like to try and change but I can’t. I’ve already tried a few times and nothing seems to do the trick.”
“Part of your freaky time backwards thing,” said Dean with another nod. “Well, I’m still around and kicking at least.”
“You will be for a while,” you said, rubbing your arm.
“I’ll call that good news then,” he said with a smile, going to the fridge and pulling out a beer. “So am I super into younger chicks in the future or what?”
“We have a bit of an age gap but perfectly normal,” you said. “You always say I’m older than my years.”
“I could say the same thing now,” he said with a more relaxed smile.
“Your jokes do not improve by the way,” you said, Dean shrugging before you saw his eyes go wide. “What?”
“Oh my...” he said. You felt a bit smaller suddenly. Not too much smaller but glancing down you definitely noticed a change. “I don’t mean to startle you or anything but...you just got younger by a couple of years.”
You ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, your twelve year old face staring back.
“Fuck. We have to stop the de-aging. Now.”
“I hate this,” you grumbled, groaning as you hopped off the desk chair and to the ground, stomping to the bathroom. You had to use a step stool to use the sink, your groans giving Dean more to laugh about. “It’s not funny, Winchester!”
“You’re a very grumpy four year old. It’s quite hilarious actually,” he said. “At least we stopped it.”
“I still hate it,” you said, throwing open the door, going back to the desk. Dean tsked you and you felt a pair of strong hands pick you up. “I will kick your ass if you don’t put me down.”
“You have been at it since dawn. It’s late. Sam and Bobby are working a case and you need food before bedtime,” said Dean, plopping you down in one of the kitchen chairs.
“You are not my babysitter,” you said, scowling at him. “I can make myself a sandwich.”
“Well I’m hungry so you might as well eat too,” said Dean. You sighed, your tiny stomach rumbling. Another reason to hate this body beside the height issue was it all felt so off. You couldn’t push it like an adult one. You fell asleep researching after lunch. You needed to go to sleep earlier. You needed more snacks and you knew you were irritated more easily.
Then there was the irrational fear kid crap you were still fighting off.
“Here we go,” said Dean, walking around and flicking on the lights. “Bobby always keeps this place so dark.”
“I’m not scared,” you said, glaring at him.
“Never said you were,” said Dean. He started to move around, your gaze flickering to the calendar on the wall. You knew he’d seen his father just a week ago. He’d meet up with him again soon and then shit would hit the fan. So many parts of you wanted to stop everything that was about to happen but you knew nothing you did would change anything.
You hadn’t realized you were showing your emotions on you face until Dean was bending over, handing you a tissue.
“Okay. Okay. No more teasing today,” he said, ruffling your head as he went back to dinner. “Something bad is going to happen soon isn’t it.”
“Yes,” you said quietly.
“Then don’t get upset over it, Y/N. It happened and we survived it where you come from. We’ll survive it now too,” he said.
“You realize that’s your lying voice. I know when you’re pretending you’re okay with something Dean,” you said.
“I can’t change it. Any time you do try to change something, it goes wrong and you get hurt. What’s the point of obsessing over something I have no control over? Now do you want tomato sauce or white sauce on your pasta?” asked Dean.
You shrugged, Dean silent as he finished with dinner. You tried not to make a mess, sighing when you were stuffed full with half the plate to go.
“You can have it for leftovers,” he said, picking up around you when you finished. You yawned and looked at the clock, grumpy that your little body was already asking for sleep. You hopped out of your seat and went to the stairs, about halfway up when the lights went out.
Your foot missed the step and you tripped, a wet spot leaking through your pants near your knee.
“Y/N?” you heard Dean say. “Was that you?”
“Yeah,” you said, turning around to sit on your bottom. You saw a beam of light appear, Dean coming to the bottom of the stairs and looking up.
“Oh, what did you do?” he said.
“I bumped my knee is all,” you said.
“You shredded it,” he said, tucking the flashlight under his arm. He walked up a few steps and held out his arms, plucking you up and carrying you down the stairs.
“Put me down,” you said. Dean sat you the ground and aimed his flashlight for you. You intended on going to the kitchen and cleaning yourself but your leg wobbled at the knee and you let it smash against the floor again.
You whined, hating how low your pain tolerance was. Dean picked you up again and had you on the kitchen counter in no time, a flashlight hanging down so he could see what he was doing.
“Sorry for being so grumpy,” you said.
“I do not envy being in your position,” he said, a roll of bandages on you before you knew it. “Good as new.”
“I want to go to bed,” you said. Dean nodded and set you down, watching as you went to the couch.
“I’m going to stay up and research some,” he said. You yawned and climbed on the couch, hiding away in a blanket that was far too big for you. “Get some sleep.”
“Hey,” said Dean shaking you awake. There was an awful odor near your face, Dean holding a cup too close to your nose. “I figured out the time part of it. I can send you back but you’re stuck little. Do you think you have something where you’re from to figure that out?”
“I think so,” you said.
“Okay,” said Dean. “Drink this and in a few minutes you’ll be back in 2018.”
“Alright,” you said, reaching for the glass when Dean pulled it away. “What?”
“You’re an adult in your head but I can’t let a four year old wander around by herself,” said Dean.
“I’ll be fine,” you said.
“I’m coming with you. When I know you’re safe, I’ll use the spell to jump back here,” said Dean. You opened your mouth to argue but you already saw a backpack on the floor behind him, a smaller one for yourself too. “I got a feeling old Dean won’t be too happy if I let you get lost.”
“Fine,” you grumbled. After a few minutes you were standing in the living room, holding Dean’s hand, your head swimming. “Dean.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said. You felt something pull at you before it got cold. It was night and you were standing in a pile of rubble and Dean looked absolutely mortified.
“Dean,” you said, tugging him out of the old wood and towards the junkyard.
“What happened to Bobby’s house?” asked Dean.
“Don’t worry about it,” you said, hoping one of the old cars would run. It took an hour but Dean got one running eventually.
“Where are going little lady?” asked Dean.
“Lebanon,” you said, resting your head on your backpack. “Wake me up when we get there.”
“Rise and shine, Y/N,” said Dean, gently shaking you awake. “We just hit town. Where am I supposed to be going?”
You gave him the directions, Dean stopping the car just near the door down into the bunker.
“We live here?” he asked. “Underground?”
“No. I brought you here to stare at this door for no reason,” you said.
“Someone needs her nap,” said Dean, holding up his hands.
“Come on,” you said, tugging on his pant leg so he went to the door. You pressed a hand against it and it opened, Dean cocking his head as he followed you inside.
“Who the hell...” you heard come to a stop, a smile spreading on an older Dean’s face before he frowned. “You’re so tiny.”
“I’m hoping you can fix that,” you said, moving down the stairs too fast, young Dean scooping you off your feet.
“We don’t need you falling again,” he said, setting you down at the bottom. You couldn’t hide the blush on your face when you looked up at your Dean.
“You okay?”’asked Dean. “We found the spell to get you back a while ago. We were hoping you did too.”
“Mhm,” you said, your Dean kneeling down to be at eye level with you.
“Sweetheart?” asked Dean, rubbing your arm.
“She needs a snack,” said young Dean. “Her body acts like a toddlers.”
“I imagine that’s got you pretty pissed off,” said Dean.
“You have no idea,” said the younger Dean. After a hug from Sam, you went to the kitchen and got yourself something, so happy to be home again. “Hey, kid. I’m taking off.”
“Thanks for helping me,” you said.
“Eh, no problem. I’ll see you around someday,” he said with a smile.
Ten minutes later the bunker was quiet again, Dean chuckling as he came into the kitchen.
“What’s so funny?” you asked.
“He won’t remember any of this. I didn’t. Sam and Bobby didn’t,” said Dean.
“I’m glad, otherwise this would be too weird,” you said.
“Because me talking to my girlfriend stuck in the body of a four year old isn’t messed up enough,” said Dean with a chuckle. “Alright. We’ll work a spell to get you fixed up while you settle in.”
“Dean,” you sighed, half crawling over the table for the cereal box. “No offense but how long is this going to take? It’s been two weeks.”
“Other me got like a whole year and I get two weeks?” teased Dean.
“Make me big again,” you groaned.
“Sammy thinks he found something that’ll work but we sort of had to ask Rowena for help,” said Dean.
“I don’t care. I just want to be an adult.”
“Well aren’t you the most adorable little thing!” said Rowena, pinching your cheek.
“Ro. I will bite you if you ever do that again,” you warned, raising an eyebrow.
“Ball of spitfire like always,” she said. “Alright. Sit the munchkin over there and we should have a full grown woman in just a minute.”
Except nothing happened. You frowned, waiting another minute in silence before Rowena was moving around.
“It must be the other spell that’s stopping the de-aging that’s preventing this one from working,” she said.
“We’ll fix that one then,” said Dean, giving you a reassuring smile.
Three hours later you excused yourself, finding your bed and crawling in it. The door opened not long after that, a small blanket placed over you.
“Other Dean left this for you,” said Dean, rubbing your back. “We’ll get it. Rowena needs more time is all. You’re not stuck.”
“What if I am though?” you asked.
“I’d make sure you found a nice family to grow up with then,” he said.
“I’m already grown up,” you said, throwing back your covers. “I-“
“Would you calm down, sweetheart? I didn’t say I’d put you foster care now did I? “ he said, waiting for you to sit back down.
“What do you mean then?” you asked.
“No hunting. We could go somewhere else. You could grow up normal if you wanted. No school unless you really want to go through that again,” said Dean. “You wouldn’t have to try to act like someone you’re not.”
“I’m just freaking out. It’s hard to control these emotions sometimes,” you said.
“Like how you cried at that dog commercial?” asked Dean with a smile.
“Shut up, loser,” you said, fixing your bedspread. “The least you can do is give me a piggyback ride.”
“Alright. But when you’re an adult again, I am so not doing this all the time.”
One Week Later
“Good morning Dean,” you said, sipping on a cup of coffee as he strolled into the kitchen looking at your very much adult self. “Exactly one week, like Rowena said.”
“I missed you,” said Dean, walking over and picking you up, giving you a tight hug.
“Dean. Need to breathe,” you said.
“Look at you!” he said, spinning you around but quickly setting you down. “You’re heavy.”
“Am not,” you said, throwing your arms around his neck, Dean already halfway to the kiss you were looking for. “I’m so glad I’m an adult again.”
“You were pretty cute. I gotta thank my younger self for keeping an eye on you. Not sure how he did it for a whole year,” said Dean.
“Actually Bobby watched me for the most part,” you said. “I see why you turned out the way you did. I sort of took something from him while the house was still standing. Well I made a copy which you have no idea how hard that was to do for a four year old in 2005.”
“What is it?” he asked. You nodded to the counter and the object on top.
“Pictures. There weren’t a lot but there are some of when you and Sam were little. I thought maybe I couldn’t change the past but I could take something back at least,” you said.
“This is awesome,” said Dean, flipping through the small photo album, a smile on his face. “Thanks Y/N. I got to show this to Sam and mom too when she gets back.”
“You’re welcome,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.
“I definitely missed that.”
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It’s Hard To Be A Diamond In A Rhine Stone World 2008
Something I’ve noticed is that the majority of BOTDF songs address the listener instead of a specific person in the song. This is concerning given how sexual the songs are and how young the fanbase is.
Slash Gash Terror Crew Anthem!
- Fandom name.
- Violent
- Anthem for the fanbase is very sexual despite fanbase is young.
Bend over
Shake those titties
- Gross and demeaning
Pull over
Hello Kitty
- This is a FUCKING CHILDREN’S CARTOON CHARACTER!
Back it up like a U-Haul truck
Sock it to me
Rub my junk
- Anthem for fanbase asks them to do sexual things to Dahvie
You’re a freak… like me!
- Trying to connect to the audience and make them relate to him
Save the Rave
You can talk
You stupid tricks
- Demeaning to people who criticise him or come out with allegations against him
I’ve taken the pills
Giving into cheap thrills
- Normalising drug use
I fell in love with a girl
At the dance club
She said what! As I’m kicking
Up the party drugs
- Connecting relationships, ‘love’ and drug use
Shoot up this place
- Violent
S My D
- A whole song dedicated to Dahvie’s oral sex fixation
I’m probably gonna lick
Feel you up until you drip
- Oral sex fixation and overly sexual
Do you like my sexy hair?
- Wig, shitty, mouldy, stinky wig.
I’m not wearing any underwear
- So it’s easier to get your dick out?
- Also, this is said in a very childish tone instead of trying to sound sexual
S my D
Pop it out like lipstick
- Childish sounding when referring to his oral sex fixation
Take the bottles, pop ‘em out
- Connecting alcohol with sex
Gimme gimme more on the dance floor
- Sex in public, exhibitionism
Turn around, what the hell
Go real fast, break it down
Do it ‘til you touch the ground
Want it slick, want it sure?
- Fast semi-violent sex
Bitch I know you want some more
- Disrespectful and also sounds very rapey
So open me up like Christmas
- Childish sounding which is very gross
S my D motherfuckin’ bitches
- Disrespectful and demeaning
Suck it good
Suck it hard
Suck it right
- Demanding
- Oral sex fixation
- If you want good oral sex then maybe you shouldn’t try to get oral sex from underage virgins, most of which don’t know or understand oral sex
Ima Monster (Heart On My Sleeve)
- Yes you are
I’m banging with the b-o—t-o-dizzle
With wiffles
- What the fuck does this mean?
‘Cause I dribble like I’m rubbing on nipples
- Obsession with breasts
- Why would rubbing nipples make him dribble so much? He’s not seen boobs for the first time, he’s an adult
Gotta get out the pickle
- Childish sounding and gross
Make it rain with the ripples
Let my candy rum trickle
- Linking alcohol and sex
Get you buzzed with double triples
Getting head, in rentals
- Oral sex fixation
- Car sex again
Avoiding the parentals
- Why would adults need to avoid parents? Because an adult should be having sex/a relationship with an adult so parents aren’t an issue right? Unless this is actually because he is avoiding parents because he intents to pursue a minor
They be hatin’ us
Cause we glamourous
They be hatin’ us
Cause I’m fabulous
- Uses things like jealousy as the only reason he/the band are hated
Can’t stop me once I’ve started
- Sounds rapey as fuck
Baby got me retarded
- Slur
Chop, chop, chop you up
- Violent
Eat you like a cannibal
Spit you like an animal
- Violent
- Dismissive, uncaring and disrespectful
Slice, slice, slice you up
Cut you up, I’ll slice and dice
- Violent
Serve you up as cold as ice
- Gloating
Go ‘head girl, shake that butt
Make me freaking bust a nut
- Overly sexual
- Objectifying
Let’s get wasted, super UHW
Guess what honey, I’m a freak
I’m a freak, inside the sheets
- Links alcohol and sex
- Saying he’s a ‘freak’ is reminiscent of how he uses BDSM as an excuse
Rough, tough, naughty nurse
Rip it up, make it hurt
- Normalising rough sex to a young audience that doesn’t know much about sex
- Telling fans what he likes and what he’s like (supposedly) sexually
Don’t stop, get it, get it
Last for hours, not for minutes
- Demanding
- Yeah as if you could Dahvie
Open wide for my surprise
- Oral sex fixation
Scratch and blow for your grand prize
Smear it on your plastic face
- Rude
- Marking who he’s with sexually
Leave you with a sweeter taste
- He has told girls that his cum tastes like ice cream, young girls.
Super soaker on your chest
Let it drip down on your breasts
- Breast obsession
- At shows he would pour drinks on girls chests. He would also spit on them, mainly whichever girl he decided he wanted to have sex with
Haters make me famous
- He indoctrinates his fans to think this way so whenever they see people criticise him or talk about what he did to them they will just replay that their ‘hate’ is just making Dahvie more famous
- They aren’t haters and Dahvie is famous for all the wrong reasons
It’s Hard To Be A Diamond In A Rhine Stone World
Slash Gash Terror what?
Slash Gash Terror who?
Slash Gash Party Crew
- Violent name for fanbase
You know how we fucking do
- Telling fanbase how to act
Pull over, that ass is so phat
You makin’ me clap
- Overly sexual and demeaning
I don’t know how to act
- He really doesn’t
I do it in the front
I do it in the back
Shake it down like that
Make that booty go clap
- Overly sexual while sounding childish and not sexy in any way
Can’t knock it, I’m profit
- Money obsession
- Uses money and parents connect to the cops in his area to get out of any repercussions
I got paper to chase
I got money to make
- By scamming fans
Squish, squish on your chest
- Childish sounding
Rub those titties, super breast
- Ah yes, one single super breast, the other one is mediocre
- Breast obsession
Ah, ah lost my breath
Ultra sex you’re the best
- Overly sexual
I’m packing
- Doubt
I’m stacking
Some rated x action
Strawberry whip cream
We can be a sweet team
Bang bang choo choo train
Show me how you work that thing
- Childish sounding while being overly sexual
This is how we fucking do
In the Slash Gash Terror Crew
- Addressing fans
- Telling fans how to act
Keys To The Bakery
Haters block
- ‘Haters’ = valid critics
- Ironic since he blocks anyone who comments on his posts with the allegations against him
And snitches rock
- Does he mean rock in some kind of bad way?
- He calls anyone who confesses what he did to them as a snitch to make it sound bad so his fans go after them
Yo pass me the cup
I’ll drink till
I throw up
- Unhealthy behaviour being normalised to a fanbase where the majority can’t legally buy alcohol
I get you wetter than Hurricane Katrina
- Hurricane Katrina happened in 2005, three years before this album came out. People were still suffering.
- Hurricane Katrina caused 1,200 deaths and $125 billion in damages
- This line is said eight times in this song
Cuddle leads to trouble
When you’re up in my bubble
- Sounds incredibly rapey
I don’t chase em
I replace em
- It has been reported that over 100 people have reached out with stories about how they have been hurt by Dahvie
- If Dahvie couldn’t get what he wanted from someone he would stop contacting them
- He would also stop contact if he felt at risk of being exposed
Stackin’ hoes
Like dominoes
- Disrespectful
Make a rumour
- Constantly calls the allegations ‘rumours’ so they seem less valid, especially to people who don’t look into them further
Sense of humour
- Nothing about rape or paedophilia is funny
Entertain with my life
Make me popular over night
To be famous is so nice
- Acts as if the allegations just gain him fame. He is the literal embodiment of ‘HaTeRZ MaKE mE FaMOUs’
Reeses pieces butter cup
- Random and childish sounding
Mess with me
I’ll fuck you up
- Threatening violence
- Many victims have said he is a violent person
This is how we party up
- Saying the way he acts is normal
She licked it like a lolli pop
- Childish sounding
- Oral sex fixation
Don’t stop till you hit the spot
- Demanding
You got me crazy or maybe
Get smashed
- Linking sex and alcohol
I can’t stop
Till I pop
- Sounds rapey
- Only cares if he gets off, doesn’t care about the other person
There’s danger on the spot
- Dahvie is the danger
Got money in my hands
Mad dough! Cash flow
Got the diamonds that glow
We be popin’ Champaign
Like we won the damn game
- Obsession with being rich and flaunting that
- He hasn’t got anything now. He’s poor and lives with his parents
Mosh and Roll!
When I step in the club
Everybody shows me love
- No they don’t
- And now some places, not just clubs, won’t let him in
I’m in the business of terror
- Being honest there
More metal than Slayer
- HA! HA! HA!
- THE FUCK!?!?!?!?
I got money and hoes
- Demeaning
In different area codes
- Has victimised women in many states and even different countries
Cause haters make me famous
- This stupid narrative again
But love will make you shameless
- Dahvie doesn’t understand love and he also should feel shame
I’ll slash, gash this party bash
- Violent
Gotta get that money cash
- By scamming?
Up and down with no breaks
We as in, I’ll make you shake
- Gross and overly sexual
We’re gonna burn this town
To the ground
- Violent
I’m not a trend sweater
I’m a trend setter
- This is an actual line that is spoken
Girl you better pop an umbrella cause
You’re making me wet drip, drip
I gotta get that lick
- Oral sex fixation
For the centre of the tootsie pop
- Childish sounding
You know I can’t stop
- Sounds rapey
Shank you with my bling brass
- Violent
Stacking up on my money cash
- Obsession about money
Do You Want To Be A Superstar?
Ummm… Mic check…
One… Two… Um… Fucking twelve
- Again this is an actual line that is spoken
My fashion is so siq
- He dresses the way he does so he looks younger
My fashion will make you lick
- Oral sex fixation
Watch those panties fucking drip
- Gross and overly sexual
Scene hair weave
- Scene hair wig you mean
Scene attitude so fucking mean
- Acts like being mean is okay and normal because of being part of a certain ‘culture’
Get on the floor
Get on the whore
- Demanding and demeaning
Pull down your pants and drop your drows
- Demanding
(Like Oh My God Dahvie you’re so obscene)
- Acts like everything he does is just because he’s ‘obscene’ which is like him saying that how he treats women while he forces himself on them is BDSM
Bitch I’m the motherfucking war machine
- Violent
Don’t give a fuck just bust your grill
- Doesn’t care about being violent
Throw them hoes
- Demeaning and dismissive
Throw these motherfuckers who get too close
- Violent
Porn star bash
Porn star splash
- Porn obsession
My porn star cash
- Dahvie isn’t a porn star
Pretty damn stoned
- Linking drugs and sex
Pretty fucked up? Yeah I know
- Acts like everything he does is a big deal
Do you wanna be a super star?
Get fucked up and go real far?
- Acts like if you’re famous you are going to get ‘fucked up’
Or do you want to be a porn star?
Fuck for money and go real far
- Demeaning sex work
Wet from dreams
Wet from screams
Wet from sex and dripping with cream
- Overly sexual
HOT HOT SEX!
HOT HOT BREASTS!
HOT WHITE TIGHT SHIRTS
BUSTING OUT YOU’RE CHEST
Double D titties
Double D pretties
- Obsession with breasts
- Objectifying women
Girl got them thighs
You’re pretty damn fine
- Objectifying
I don’t give a fuck what I say
I don’t give a fuck I do it everyday
- He literally doesn’t care as long as he gets away with what he does
Yes I’m different
Yet I’m unique
- ‘Uwu I’m not like other predators’
Mess with me
I’ll grind you like meat
- Threatening violence
Let’s get wasted, super fucked
Go head girl shake that butt
- Childish sounding
- Linking sex with alcohol
(Let’s get wasted)
Make me fucking bust a nut
- Demanding
Wet Dream War Machine
Operation get crunk, I'm in love with your trunk
- Combines sex, alcohol and ‘love’
Get me fucking love drunk, baby girl I want
Drugged up like party monster, sexed up so grab the condoms
- Links drugs and sex
Boom, Boom, Boom
In my hotel room
- Raped underage girls in his hotel rooms while touring or would book a hotel room to take underage girls to
I'm the teenage bloody dream
- ‘Bloody’ is he trying to be British or violent
- He isn’t a teen and also shouldn’t be encouraging teens to want to be with him
Everybody fuck me
- No
Getcha drink on
Take your clothes off
Let’s get down and dirty
- Normalising drunk sex
- Demeaning
Mad Rad Hair
- You mean wig
I'm fenny not a faggot!
- Slur
With extensions so thick
- It’s a wig not just extensions
You can suck my dick
- Oral sex fixation
So get in my chair
Let me pimp your hair
- Used cutting hair as a way to spend time with underage girls. Arrived at a time when the parents would have to go to work so he could be alone with the underage girl
- He couldn’t cut hair. He called himself Dahvie The Elite Hair God on MySpace but he had not talent. I would think it’s the same with makeup. During this time his makeup wasn’t very heavy. It was only when Jayy joined the band and the band was more successful that his makeup got more extreme since he could afford a makeup artist, and Jayy actually can do makeup.
Let’s get wasted super fucked
- Alcohol reference
My hair is better than yours
- IT’S A WIG!
So just fuck me on the dance floor
- Demanding
- Exhibitionist
Everybody gettin' tense
Feeling up my body
- Overly sexual
I love this filthy
Life to get CRUNK ALL NIGHT!
- Linking alcohol and sex
My hair’s looking so tight
- WIG!
In case you didn't know
I'm a really big deal
- He wasn’t overly famous outside of MySpace at this point
So shut the fuck up
- Demanding and disrespectful
And take your clothes off
- Using fame to get people to have sex with him
Come' a MySpace whore
- Demeaning
- Telling his fans the kind of person he’s interested in
- Being scene was a way for him to look younger and prey on young girls
Change your name to
XXGORE
- He gave some of his victims their MySpace name
#Blood On The Dance Floor#dahvie vanity#kawaii monster#anti blood on the dance floor#anti dahvie vanity#trigger warning rape#tw: rape#botdf#anti botdf
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in my head
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story prompt: he’s a villain. she’s a hero. they’re roommates. they’re in a relationship. nobody knows but them.
(Rated M. Read at own risk.)
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they see demon
i see angel
without a halo
a wingless angel
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“Uravity! Look out!”
Uraraka immediately braced her arms over her head. A second later, a heavy slab of concrete came into view. Hands outstretched, she slammed her palms up and felt her quirk lessen the load bit by bit. She heaved, and shoved the concrete sideways.
“Release!”
A quick tap of her fingers had the debris falling ways beside her. Uraraka breathed a sigh as she stood up and fully surveyed her surroundings.
The district had been completely sealed off to prevent civilians from coming in. Any civilians that were present beforehand had been escorted away by some of the heroes also present in the vicinity. Several police cars were gathered at the end of the highway. If she squinted hard enough, she could make out more burning buildings a few blocks down.
“Uraraka, are you okay?” Deku rushed to her. She waved off his concern and looked at him once over. He was fine aside from the bleeding gash on his forehead and possible bruising on his jaw. “It’s fine, Deku,” she sighed.
Deku had always been her best friend that transitioned from high school to work. She used to have a major crush on him, but ever since he got together with his boyfriend Todoroki, she saw no reason to pursue him at all.
“Wonder what’s got Lord Explodo-Kills so mad about?” Deku mused as they jogged downtown. Uraraka winced.
“I could only guess.”
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The fight was bloody. It was messy, it was extremely hot, and it caused her a headache.
Lord Explodo-Kills was extremely mad, according to Deku. He wrecked seven buildings and several hundred thousands worth of property. Uraraka liked to think that she was very good at her job. While she was mostly around in her field of rescuing civilians, she also participated in apprehending criminals. One could say Uraraka had a knack for subduing villains even other heroes had trouble capturing.
Uraraka was good at being a hero.
Uraraka was good at capturing villains.
Just...
(not this villain.)
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“I’m home,” Uraraka called quietly as she slipped off her boots. The apartment was silent and the lack of lights suggested her roommate was still out.
She sighed and trudged to her room. Her hero costume was almost torn to shreds; the work of evacuating citizens, helping to rebuild street damage, and fighting with a topnotch villain ruined her bodysuit until it was just barely clinging to her body.
The moment, Uraraka threw her door open, she was grabbed from her wrist and pinned to the door.
“What took you so long?”
She relaxed, and buried her face between the crook of his neck and shoulder.
“Katsuki,” she breathed and he released a shuddering breath. Bakugo walked backwards until his knees hit the bed, and fell with Uraraka on top of him. He was wearing loose sweatpants and the skull tee that she bought him last year. His arms were wrapped around her head and back, so she shifted until her arms came to rest on his chest.
A beat.
“You kicked my shin,” Uraraka whined.
Bakugo huffed. “Not my fault. The nerd got in the way, I was aiming for your ass, actually.” He gave her bottom a little pat.
She ground against him, and he clenched his teeth to stop from making a sound. “You like my butt,” she teased him.
“Eh, it’s okay,” he said offhandedly and pinched her very well-rounded rump. Several seconds of silence pass as they take in each other’s heart beat while he runs his hands through her hair.
“Babe,” Bakugo said after a few minutes. No reply.
“Ochako, baby,” he tried to shake her awake. Uraraka groaned and buried her head firmly in his collar bones. He sighed, fixed his arms around the gravity manipulator, and scooted over the edge of the bed. He stood up with Uraraka clinging to him like a baby koala.
“I filled up your tub.” Bakugo entered their joint bathroom and plopped his girlfriend on the closed toilet bowl. Said girlfriend looked at him with eyes blinking blearily. “Come on, don’t wanna get all those shitty dirt on the bed,” he teased her as unzipped the bodysuit from her back.
Bakugo carried Uraraka and placed her gently in the tub. He sat at the rim and grabbed shampoo as he saw how groggy the girl was.
He washed her hair quickly, and grabbed the soap bar that Uraraka bought a few days ago. It was called Strawberry Fields, and it smelled nothing like strawberries.
“Can you wash yourself?”
“You do it,” she murmured and looked up at him with big, glassy eyes.
He quickly washed her down, sneaking in a few sucks of her nipples and fondling of her breasts. Uraraka sighed as he slipped a hand between her thighs.
Bakugo sat at the rim of the tub with water up to his forearms, fingering his girlfriend as she writhed beneath him. When Uraraka made a particularly arousing sigh, he threw all caution to the wind and picked up his girlfriend.
Still soaking with soap suds and water, he placed her seated on the sink counter and bent down. His girlfriend wasn’t feeling well, and he was admittedly a very good boyfriend.
“What’chu doin’, Katsuki?” Uraraka breathed.
“You know what the fuck I’m about to do, pink cheeks.”
Bakugo grabbed her knees and pried them apart. He slipped a finger up and down beneath her folds, and he felt himself go hard at the shuddering moan she rewarded him with.
He latched onto her clit easily and sucked like a baby learning to drink milk for the first time. Uraraka moaned and grabbed his hair. He flicked his tongue around her center and pressed it flat along her sex. He plunged his finger in her walls and removed his mouth from sex to latch on a nipple.
She tasted like soap and arousal and he couldn’t fucking get enough.
He drew his mouth from sucking her tits to shoving a tongue down her throat.
--
“Why do you wanna stay with me so much?”
The question wasn’t meant to be asked.
It was 2 am and they both hadn’t eaten dinner so he fixed her some cheese omelettes and soup. They were at the sofa and he watched her as she dribbled bits of egg down her chin.
“Why are you asking?” she returned and fixed a look at him.
“Forget it.” Bakugo’s voice was gruff as he slouched on he sofa.
A few minutes pass and the silence is filled with Uraraka’s chewing.
“I’m a villain,” his voice cracks. He doesn’t mean for it to crack.
“I couldn’t be a hero. I destroy things. Fuck, angel. I’m a fucking mess of everything you’re not supposed to be. I can’t give you a damn happy ending.”
Her stare never waived as she grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together.
“Because there’s no one like you. You keep me safe, you keep me happy. You see the power in me that no one ever saw. You never underestimated me. You’re caring, even if you destroy things you never destroy people. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I could go on, but I don’t think I need to. You know how important you are to me.”
He grinned. “Just don’t let the cops catch you fucking with some villain they’ve been trying to catch for years.”
Uraraka grinned and moved the bowl to the table. She tied her hair with the band at her wrist.
“Who said I’ll let them catch me?”
She moved off the couch and sat eye level with his knees.
“Now, I believe I have a debt to repay.”
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end. that’s it. i’m sorry i just love kacchako.
i’m learning a new style or writing where the story starts as if it’s simply another day, not where life changing and mind boggling events take place. so if you’re a little confused with how casual everything is, yeah, it’s meant to be like that.
#kacchako#bnha#katsuki bakugou#kacchaco#bakuraka#boku no hero academia#boku no hero#uraraka ochako#bnha bakugou#bnha uraraka#tododeku#smut#bnha fanfiction
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Not Our Home
Chapter 3
"Elise, I'm telling you, he is real. I've seen him, and I've talked to him. Look." I glanced around the empty stockroom and pulled a vial out of my pocket.
"What is that?" She asked, as I handed it to her. She shook the vial and watched the brown powder bounce back and forth.
"It's soil, dirt, earth. It's from outside." I told her excitedly. She glanced at me wide eyed, ducking her head just lightly.
"It's what?!" She almost shrieked, I shushed her and looked around panic stricken someone heard her. "Sorry, but what do you mean it's soil. This is forbidden, punishable by death if they catch you with it."
"I know."
"I know you know but I don't think you understand. This isn't like one of your other many trinkets. This is a contamination breech. This, this tiny bit of soil, could be down fall of our entire existence. And here you are happy as lark showing it to me, and if I don't report it that's death for me." She pushed it back into my hand, I felt like I had just been kicked. I trusted Elise with my life, she knew about my underground lifestyle. She knew everything there was to know about me.
"Look, I'm sorry, I just thought." I trailed off.
"That being said, that's kinda awesome." She gave me a wicked smile, I let out a deep sigh of relief. "I wonder what else is out there."
"A whole world we know nothing about." I exclaimed full of excitement.
The day seemed to pass by slowly. Every hour was agonizingly slow, very little product came in for us to stock and we had very few customers in the building.
I watched the clock my last hour, the minutes slowly ticked by. Finally the clock struck six and we could leave. I rushed to my locker grabbing my things quickly. Elise sprinted to catch up with me.
"So are you going to come with me?" I turned to look at her, apprehension filled me.
"Jules, I love that this is happening to you and I'll listen to every word you tell me but I just can't. I can't take the risk of getting caught on this one." I nodded, I knew where she was coming from. She had other people that depended on her well being, the risk was too high for her.
"I understand. Have a safe ride home." I turned and just about sprinted out the sidedoor, not going to lie I was disappointed. I could understand her fears, her worries, if my life was different then maybe I wouldn't do what I doing but it wasn't.
The tube was utter darkness, there was no moon out to guide my way. I ran my hand against the cold plexiglass wall to guide me. I listened to my foot steps echo as I walked home. I was deep in thought, wondering what it would be like to cross paths with menacing creature that the watcher had described. Would I be fast enough to escape? Would I be cunning and be able to outsmart them?
It was then at this point it dawned on me, I could hear another set of foot prints. It was walking a few steps faster coming from behind me. Could it be the watcher? I turned my head slightly to hear better, and I heard foot steps coming from ahead of me.
I reached into my pocket, only to releaize that my pepper spray must have fallen out when I stumbled the other night. I slinked, backing up to the tube side, my heart thumped hard in my chest. The foot steps were close as the sound of metal on plastic started to get louder.
If I stood not moving, whatever they were dragging against the wall would surely find me. If I dropped in a crouching position, there was still the possibility of being caught by the metal and then I would be at a disadvantage. I was screwed, I was maybe halfway through tube, and no way to get help.
I reminded myself to breathe easy, as my heart threaten to burst from my chest. Two on one, and I had little doubt what was in the tubes with me. They had me at disadvantage, if it was who I feared they lived their whole life's in the darkest parts of the underground. I crossed my fingers I was wrong.
I heard one scrape past on the opposite side of me as the other was quickly approaching. I stepped forward quietly, and turned placing my back against the other wall. I heard a the scratching noise pass by just where I had be standing seconds earlier. The foots step began to quiet down as they got farther away.
I felt a sense of relief wash over me, only to be filled dread knowing they hadn't left the tube. Surely they had heard me enter the tube, as I hadn't heard them exit. I was stuck in here, with two people I couldn't see. They had weapons and I had, I had my brain. I would trade that for my pepper spray in a flash.
I slipped off my heavy work shoes, and left them on the side of the tube that the person going away from my building had walked. Hoping if for what ever reason it came back this way the individual would be tripped. I cautiously continued walking the direction of my home. Without my shoes it was deathly quiet, I could only hear my own breath.
I felt something brush up against my arm, it was cool and sharp. In an instant, I heard the individual start to turn, I dropped down. I listened as metal connected with the plexie, I brought my elbow up as I stood, it connect with air. I missed.
However the blinding pain in my ribs told me that whoever it was did connect with me, I dropped to the ground. Attempting to remember how to breathe again when I felt a sharp pain hit me in the ribs again.
"Eh, we got us a girl this time!" I heard him yell down the tube. I pushed myself to my feet as I threw a half ass punch in the inky black night, holding my side. Nothing again as it struck out into the air.
Pain exploded across my cheek and I fell to the ground. I guess I can safely say that the violence in the tubes wasn't just a rumor. I could hear the second set of foot prints rapidly approach.
"Ain't she something, you got her good too. Busted her cheek wide open." I felt something touch my stinging cheek. "She'll still fetch for a good price."
Great, it was just as bad as I thought it would be, they were underlings. They were the worst of the worst in the underground network. These people had no morals and would do anything for quick buck. Ruthless killers, if you happen to have a bounty on your head. They are also quite adept at being able to see in little to no light. I had picked the wrong night to take the tubes home.
"Think she's carrying any?" I felt hands on me in an instant searching my pockets first, looking for money. Then one of them got handsy and started to cop a feel. I lashed out kicking, landing it somewhere on one of them.
He howled in pain as his fiend of a friend started laughing. Something scuffled toward me, he landed another blow on the side of head.
"Bitch!"
"Watch out, Roy. She's a feisty one." His friend got out between laughs, an earthy smell filled my senses.
"Boys, I think you best to leave the girl alone." That voice, I knew it. Visions of him sitting on my couch, I knew it was time to make my escape.
"Back off, yulo. This is our paycheck." A remark echoes through the air. I was crawling away when the scuffle broke out behind me as I crawled to my knees. Pain coursed through my side as pulled up.
I pushed myself to my feet and ran the rest of the way through the tube, I found the door just as I heard screams echo from the darkness behind me. I didn't stop running till I was in my apartment, slamming the door behind me once again.
"Julianne, what are the clothes in the bathroom? You had a boy over and..." She came around the corner and saw me. "What happened?"
"I was cornered by underlings in the tube." I winced as Sasha came up to me and touched my cheek. "As for clothes I can totally explain."
"Well, let's clean you up first." She led me to the bathroom, Sasha poured some alcohol on to the towel and pressed to my bleeding cheek. It stung to the high heavens. "I would say sorry but, it's your own fault taking those things at night. You're lucky you got away, very few escape underlings, and you of all people know that. So how did you do it?"
"The watcher, he showed up." I winced, as she bandaged my cheek.
"What?"
"If you would stop, I'll explain." I said pulling away, she crossed her arms waiting. "The man from the outside of the tubes, he was here last night. Those are his clothes, I was going to throw them in the wash but someone would of seen me. So I hand washed them and hung them up to dry. After I was jumped in the tube he showed up again. That's how I got away."
"So your mystery man saved your skin?" She asked, giving me a look that said she wasn't believing me. "How'ed he get in then?"
"I don't know!" I almost yelled. "You can not believe me all you want, but these are his clothes."
I frantically searched my pockets for the vial of dirt to show her. It was gone, I became more panicked at the realization that one of the underlings must have pocketed it thinking it was drugs. If they knew what they had I was in bigger trouble then I was in already.
"Oh no, it's gone. Shit." My voice was high and tense.
"What's gone?"
"The dirt, it was in a small glass bottle, it's soil from outside and they must have taken it." I ran to the door.
"You are not going back out there!" She argued following me. I turned to face her at the door as I was opening it.
"I have to get it back!" I stepped out while still facing my sister and ran right into the watcher. I stumbled back clutching my side as pain seared through it, he caught my arm before I fell back on my butt.
"Are you okay?" Concern in his face.
"Uh, yeah. I think so." I winced, holding the ribs that had been kicked.
"No, you're not. You're hurt." He walked in and closed the door behind himself. Shielding his eyes he walked me to the kitchen. He pointed to the table. "Sit."
I did as I was told, I watched him walk over and turn the lamp on. He flipped the over head light off, my sister stood by the door her jaw gaping open in shock. He came back to me and attempted to lift my shirt up. I fought to push it back down, his face became stern.
"Let me see your ribs." He ordered, something in his voice told me not the argue. I took my shirt off, heat rose to my face.
He placed his large hands on the light blue purple bruise starting to form. I looked at him, he wasn't this close before. His skin was pale, and his face held the scruff of a five-o-clock shadow. Blood was lightly smeared on the his cheek but I didn't see any wound. His hands were also covered in someone else's blood I presumed.
He smelled of earth and the coppery smell of blood, a whirlwind of other scents I didn't recognize. He pressed lightly on the spot, I pulled away as a sharp pain followed. He reached around pulled me back toward him.
"Stop moving." He mumbled, I flushed up as he pressed his hot hand against my side again. Instinctively I pulled away, my face knotted with confusion and pain. He put his hands on the table, looking back up at me from under his brow. "If you don't stop moving I can't fix your rib."
"It hurts when you press on it." I replied softly, making eye contact. They looked golden this evening with ivy flecks streaking through them.
"You have a broken rib, I know it hurts but it will keep hurting if I don't set it." He reached back around, pulling me back towards him.
"How do you know she has a broken rib?" Oh look, Sasha finally found her voice, I thought.
"I can feel it." He placed his hand on my side again. Slowly his hand started to heat up as he applied gentle pressure at first.
"How can you set it? Doctors can't even set them, they just tape you up and send you home." She bulked at him.
"Cause, I'm not a doctor. I'm genetically modified." He replied cooly, his hand became very hot, and the pressure started to hurt immensely. I managed to stay still, not to pulling away this time. "Good girl."
"What are you doing?" My sister asked again, watching in horror as she could see the pain through soar through my face.
"Fixing her rib." I saw him roll his eyes this time.
"Yeah, I got that but how?" He looked up at me again, I could see the annoyance on his face. A sudden wave of pain hit me like brick, knocking the breath from my body. I became light headed, he was quick to reach around and keep me in place.
"It's almost over, kid. Just hold on a bit longer." He murmured, heat spread out in my side as I felt a crawling sensation. "I pushed the bone back into place and now I'm accelerating the bone growth."
"How can you do that? That's impossible." She admonished, the crawling sensation eased up. My side was warm, and he removed his hands from me.
"All done, kid. Just take easy the next day or two." He told me me softly, and smiled while I took slow deep breaths. I pulled my shirt back on as he turned to face my sister. "What part of genetically modified didn't you hear? I'm not like any of you, I can see, hear, smell, and do things you can't. Example, I can tell you broke five of the small bones in your left foot, probably around the age the seven. It was never set right, it gives you problems after you get off of work because swells and hurts."
"You're right. We were pretending to fly in our bedroom, Sasha jumped off the top bunk and land on a toy house. The doctors said nothing could be done and taped her foot." I replied sliding off the table clutching my tender side. Sasha's eyes widened as she brought her hand to her mouth. "What happened to the underlings?"
"The what?" He asked, turning to me.
"The guys that attacked me."
"They won't be bothering you, or anyone else, any more." His voice was cold and flat. His face was stone, no emotion this golden eyes changed to bronze in an instant as he looked over his should to me. In my gut I knew, being on the wrong side of this man was a very deadly place to be.
"Who are you?" Sasha whispered.
"They called me Reaper." He walked slowly to the door. I rushed past him, not ready for him leave. I wanted to know more, I had to know more. I slammed my body against the door and pain burned through my ribs. "Damn it, kid, I told you to take it easy."
I slid down the door, the pain was unbearable this time. It was hard to catch my breath, Reaper lifted me off the ground. Shaking his head he took me back to the kitchen and laid me on the table. Placing his hand on my side again, he look me in eye the storm in those eyes had vanished and they were golden again.
"You're lucky you didn't break them again. You can only fix someone's bones so many times." His eyes were tired, not like ready to sleep tired. Tired in away when you've seen the world collapse and die, and every one you is know and have care about has left his earth. Where fighting for your life is a daily struggle, I could of been reading to much into it but I could only imagine. "No more slamming yourself into stationary objects, I have to go. The lights are killing my head and the walls are closing in around me. You need to go to sleep."
With that he turned and left, I didn't move from the table. I watched him as he closed the door behind himself. The room was quiet, I slowly sat up and looked around. My sister seemed as confused as I was.
"Well, you finally brought a boy home, I think we should celebrate."
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The Best Part of Me - The Devil’s Den
Summary: The find the hunting ground is a local dance club. (Y/N) and Dean go undercover but their plan goes all wrong.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 3667
A/N: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!
Sam shook (Y/N) awake first. She looked up at Sam groggily and then felt Dean move under her. “Good morning you two.” He said as they both looked at one another. “Not that I’m not pleased to see you, but how did you end up on my lap?” Dean asked as she got off him. “I was trying to wake you up so you could sleep on the bed, but you pulled me on your lap asking for five more minutes. I must have fell asleep too.” Dean snickered as he scratched the back of his head. “Dean, we need to get going to talk to the head detective to see if we can link any of the victims together. (Y/N), can you do some research online about the women?” She nodded as Dean grabbed his Fed suit and went into the bathroom to get ready. She pulled out her laptop and began researching each of the girls’ names. Once Dean was ready to go, they left waving to her as she continued researching. She remembered the song Dean had been listening to and looked it up on her Spotify account. She began listening to the lyrics and tears came to her eyes thinking about her feelings for Dean. (Y/N) thought the song was a little sappy for Dean and wondering if the song had any special meaning to him. She put the song on repeat and went back to her research.
A few hours later, the brothers came walking back in. Dean loosen his tie and fell back onto his bed. “Rough time?” she asked as Dean gave her a thumbs up. Sam walked in kicking off his shoes and sitting next to her. “The cops think they just left town so they have nothing. What did you find out?” (Y/N) smiled and handed her notes to Sam. “Seriously, is there nothing you can’t find on the web?” Sam asked as he flipped through her notes. “Well, in this case, it was really easy. All three of them were at the same bar picking up guys hours before they went missing. I don’t know if this really matters or not, but they all went to the same high school as well. Funny enough it was the high school I went too.” Dean sat up and looked at Sam, “That is either a really big coincidence or…” Sam started as Dean finished his thought, “(Y/N) is being targeted.” She shook her head, “That’s impossible guys. How could I be targeted? I have basically been living in the bunker for the last year. I only go out when I have one of you with me. Who would want to target me?” Sam sighed running his hand through his long brown hair, “She has a point Dean. It may just be coincidence since this a small town.” She nodded agreeing, “Let’s just come up with a plan and go from there. We know I’m the dragon’s exact type and he is picking them up from the same bar.”
Dean was now pacing taking off his tie and jacket leaving him in dress pants and a white button-down shirt making it hard for her to concentrate. “I don’t like this. Something feels off. Let’s go over everything. Where is he taking them from?” Sam looked at (Y/N)’s notes, “A place called The Devil’s Den. What a great name for a bar.” (Y/N) laughed, “It’s not really a bar but more of a dance club.” She groaned, “I’m going to need to go buy an outfit that is going to completely embarrass me. Awesome.” Dean and Sam both started laughing. “I wouldn’t be laughing because you two are going to have to buy something to wear in this club as well and that means going to a mall. Jerks.” Now Sam and Dean looked horrified at one another. They then played rock, paper, scissor to see who was going in with her and Dean loss. October in Missouri was usually a hit or miss month with weather. Luckily, it seemed that the weather was going to be nice and warm. Dean and (Y/N) walked into the local mall where she watched all the women stare at Dean. He was in a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a black undershirt and his normal jeans with boots. “Why is everyone staring at me?” He asked as (Y/N) giggled, “You look like a Greek god in flannel. Face it Winchester, you’re a pretty boy.” Dean smirked and then shrugged nonchalantly. “Well this is your territory so where do we go for clothes in here?” Dean asked as (Y/N) pulled him into a store called Express Men.
Dean immediately felt out of place and wanted to run. “You know what, I trust you to buy me whatever you think I need to wear. I will just wait for you outside with Sammy in the car.” Dean started to leave, but (Y/N) grabbed him. “Dean Winchester get your butt back here. I need you to stay so I can get the right fit and size. Look, here comes a gorgeous lady to help us. Just flirt with her and forget about the fact you are uncomfortable.” A young blonde came right up to him asking if she could help him with anything. Before (Y/N) could say anything, Dean dismissed her, “No, my girl here wants me to get all fancy so she is all the help I need. Thanks though.” The blonde turned looking at her then to Dean and then walked away without a word. She hit Dean’s shoulder hard causing him to flinch. “What the hell?” he asked rubbing his throbbing shoulder. “We might actually need her help, jerk. Come on big baby.” She dragged him further into the store. She asked him his size in shirt and pants which got him hit again when he made a joke about being big in important areas.
As (Y/N) pushed Dean into a dressing room he was actually impressed with her choices. She picked a solid dark red button-down shirt that fit like his Fed shirts. She picked out a pair of dark blue jeans and a simple black blazer. Everything fit perfectly and he had to laugh at himself looking like a complete douche. “Come on Dean, let me see so I can decide if we need to change anything.” He stepped out and saw a group of ladies who worked there stop immediately what they were gossiping about to look at him. (Y/N) had her back to the dressing room but knew exactly when he had stepped out. All the women in the store were staring past her to Dean. She turned and her jaw nearly dropped. He no longer looked like a hunter, but like a gorgeous model on the cover of GQ. “Wo-ow, Dean you clean up nice.” Her eyes traveled from his feet all the way up to the cocky smirk on his face. “Thanks, I am officially a douche now.” He smiled big and went back into the dressing room. She laughed, “That is what we were kind of going for.” (Y/N) took a deep breath and turned to look at a pair of nice looking boots to go with his outfit.
The blonde came up to her, “Sorry about earlier. He is the best-looking man I have seen in a while so whatever you have done to get him keep it up because wow is he a catch.” (Y/N) smiled, “He saved my life and the only thing I have done is be myself. Really, he is…” Dean cut her off by putting his arm around her waist saying, “Hey babe, are we getting those boots as well? I need a size twelve, do you have them in that size?” He asked as the blonde nodded going into the back room to get them. (Y/N) shook her head at Dean, “What? I would rather be yours than anyone else’s.” He said simply as he put the clothes on the counter. She felt her face heating up as Dean paid for all his clothes. “For Chuck’s sake, three-hundred dollars for one outfit!” She laughed as Dean had sticker shock as they walked out of the store. “Come on, now it is my turn to be embarrassed.” Dean clapped and rubbed his hands evilly. As they walked into Torrid, someone called out to (Y/N). “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)! (Y/N), hey wait up!” Dean felt her tense up as a woman with short brown hair came running up to her.
“Wow, Mandy really great to see you.” She tried to say with a smile on her face. The one person in this world she did not want to see was the woman standing in front of her now. As if things could not get worse, (Y/N)’s ex-boyfriend came up behind Mandy. “(Y/N)? Wow, it’s been a long time. How have you been?” Justin Wilhelm asked as he put an arm around Mandy. She gritted her teeth and then put on her best smile and most pleasant fake voice she could muster. “I have been alright Justin. Just in town for a few days for some business. How are you two?” She felt Dean’s arm come around her waist, “Hey, I’m Dean, by the way, the boyfriend.” (Y/N) looked up at him with a confused look and then nodded, “Yeah, sorry this is Mandy Shilder and Justin Wilhelm. We all went to school together.” Dean shook Justin’s hand and squeezed it a little tighter than he needed too. “Actually, it will be Mandy Wilhelm in a week. We are excited about the wedding and here to pick a few odd items up.” Mandy was beaming as Justin just stared at (Y/N) and Dean’s hand tightly on her hip. “Congratulations, I’m sure you both will have a happy marriage and life together. We shouldn’t keep you then. We’re just here to pick up something to wear this evening. Great seeing you both.” Dean nodded as they walked into the store. (Y/N) looked back to see Mandy giving Justin an ear full. She took a deep shaky breath to calm down as Dean stared at her.
“Who was the douche?” He asked. She looked up to see that Dean had a stern look on his face. “Justin and I dated on and off throughout college. I caught him cheating on me with Mandy. To say they are my least favorite people in the world is a great understatement. Now, can we please find me a godforsaken dress and get out of this hellhole.” Dean nodded as he mumbled, “Took the words right out of my mouth, sweetheart.” They were all back at the motel as Sam and Dean went over the game plan for the night. Dean was also complaining about not getting to see (Y/N) in her dress. “It is only fair I would get approval of your dress since you approved of my clothes.” She huffed in annoyance, “Dean, you will see it when we go into the club. We’re not going together but you will see me as I leave her all dolled up. You got to see my shoes.” Dean let out a groan that only Sam heard thinking about the black heels that she picked out. Sam chuckled as he shook his head.
(Y/N) was starting to get nervous and still had an hour before she needed to start getting ready. Sam was laying down listening to his podcast and Dean was showering since she was going to be needing to bathroom for a long time. She decided to go outside and clean Baby off. She opened the trunk to grab the extra cleaning supplies she kept in there. She had special cleaner and towels for quick cleanings whenever the guys were on the road. Baby really did not need cleaning but it would help relax her so she started at the trunk and had made it all the way around to the front hood when Dean spotted her. He watched from the doorway as (Y/N) skillfully cleaned his car. She had her earbuds in and was swaying her hips to whatever song she was listening too. Dean sighed happily watching her and feeling his heart swell. He remembered hearing her say he was making her fall in love with him and it wasn’t fair, but she was equally making him fall in love with her as well. Her song changed to something more upbeat as she started dancing a little more. Then she surprised him by singing part of the song out loud, “Get down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all I know is everybody loves me, everybody loves me.”
Dean was amazed by her voice and how beautiful it was. “I didn’t know she could sing.” Sam said startling Dean. “Dude!” Sam laughed which got the attention of (Y/N). “Hi guys, what’s up?” Dean was clenching his chest as Sam laughed even harder. “Nothing, Sam just scaring the crap out of me. Hey, I didn’t know you sang?” She turned bright red, “Uh, yeah I was in choirs throughout high school and college. I’m not very good but I enjoy singing. Dean, are you done in the bathroom? I need to start getting ready.” Dean nodded as she put away her cleaning supplies in the trunk. After an hour of (Y/N) being in the bathroom, Dean was getting worried. He was dressed, ready to go and getting tired of Sam’s teasing. “(Y/N), are you almost ready? I’m going to kill Sam if you don’t get out here soon.” She sighed, “I will be out in a few minutes. Do not kill your brother.” She looked in the mirror one last time to make sure she make-up looked alright. It had been so long since she had done her make-up that it was like relearning how too. She was satisfied with her smoky eye look and red lip stick which was the same color and brand that the other woman had worn. She had bought a curling iron so she could curl her long hair which she had pinned to one side and cascading over her shoulder. She opened the door and stepped out as she was smoothing her short strapless emerald party dress.
She was putting on her shoes when she noticed Sam and Dean looking at her funny. “What? Do I look bad?” she asked as every insecurity she had flew through her mind. Sam spoke up first, “(Y/N), you look fantastic. Wow, we’re just used to seeing you dressed like us.” She smiled taking a deep breath and then turned her attention to Dean. He looked amazing in his new clothes and boots, but something was not quite right. “Dean, let me fix your hair.” She went back into the bathroom and came out with a bottle. “What’s wrong with my hair?” He asked before letting her touch it. She giggled, “It’s not douchey enough.” He chuckled as he sat down on his bed allowing (Y/N) to easily fix his hair. She stood in between his legs and was right at breast level with her. He closed his eyes and swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. He enjoyed feeling her hands work through his hair and then imagine how it would feel with her doing that as he did other things to her. “Okay, Dean you can open your eyes now.” She was looking at him funny and his jeans were a little tighter now in a certain area.
He got up and looked in the mirror seeing that now she was right and he was full on douchebag material. “Alright boys, let’s get this over with and gank a dragon. Words I never thought I would say.” They laughed as Sam opened the door for her. They drove the twenty minutes to the club. (Y/N) and Dean got out of the car as Sam was going to stay and watch the back door. “If I see anything I will call Dean’s cell.” Sam said as her and Dean gave him a thumbs up. “Alright, I will go in first then you come in a few minutes later.” she said as Dean nodded. As they rounded the corner out of sight of Sam and not quite to the club entrance Dean grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and spun her around. “Dean, what are you doing?” She asked right before feeling his soft lips on hers. She melted into his arms as she kissed him back. He pulled away first, “If anything happens tonight then I don’t want to regret never have kissed you.” She looked up at him through her lashes and softly wiped the red lipstick off his lips. “Nothing is going to happen, Dean. You have my back which means I will be the most protected lady in the place. I trust you fully.” She began to walk away and then turned back to him, “By the way, best kiss I have ever had Winchester. I’ll be thinking about that all night now.” She smiled as she left him with a dumbfounded look on his face. “I swear, I am going to marry that woman.” He mumbled to himself.
As Dean entered the club, the music was thumping loudly. He made his way to the bar and ordered a beer as he looked around for (Y/N). He found her sitting at a table talking with a couple of guys. Immediately Dean wanted to go over there but she made eye contact with him and slightly shook her head. She continued her over the top flirting with the two guys. Dean felt his phone vibrate as he took a long drink of his beer. “Heads up, a man in a black suit is walking in the back entrance. Keep your eyes on (Y/N) and I don’t mean undressing her either.” Sam said as Dean groaned. “Dude, this is my worst nightmare seeing all these guys hit on her.” He heard Sam sighing, “Alright, alright I will keep my eyes on her and a man in black suit.” Dean ended the call before Sam could start his lecturing. He glanced over towards her table and saw her heading out to the dance floor.
Dean finished his beer and order two shots of their strongest alcohol. The woman who he was falling in love with was dressed in a sexy lowcut short dress and was being grinded on by douchebags. Dean threw back the two shots quickly and decided he needed to pass along Sam’s message to her. He walked out to the dance floor and right behind (Y/N). He glared at the two guys who took the hint to leave. She turned around as the song changed to Nick Jonas “Jealous”. She started laughing, “This is literally your song right now.” Dean was not paying attention to the song at all. He grabbed (Y/N)’s hips pulling her closer to him and she put her arms around his neck. He leaned down and spoke next to her ear, “Sam says a guy in a black suit came in the back entrance. Keep your eyes out for him because he could be our guy.” She nodded as she turned in his arms pushing her butt right up against Dean’s crotch. His grip on her hips tighten and she could hear him groan. “How is it that you are a virgin but you know how to dance provocatively and driving me crazy?” he grunted as she began to swing her hips around in a small circle twirling slowly in front of him.
She put one arm around his neck and the other on his shoulder. Leaning up to his ear and saying, “I may be a virgin but it’s not my first time at a club. Plus, I have watched porn before just never had the right person to reenact it with.” She smiled wickedly as Dean let his head fall back with a moan. The song ended and he let her go but not before whispering, “After tonight your virginity will not be a problem for long, beautiful.” She smiled and put her hand on his cheek patting it. “Promises, promises. I’ll happily be waiting for you.” She turned and walked back to her table where a drink was waiting for her. Dean stalked back to his corner of the bar and ordered two more shots. It was going to be a long night for Dean watching (Y/N). After she drank what was waiting for her she felt kind of funny. That is when a tall, dark and handsome guy in a black suit came up to her. “Hello darling,” he said with a British accent. (Y/N) tried to say something but she felt sluggish. She looked for Dean but could not make out where he was. “Looks like you may need a ride home. Let me help you.” The gentleman said smoothly. She tried to get away or say something all she saw was black.
Dean looked up to see that (Y/N) was gone. He had only looked away for moment and now he was frantically looking for her everywhere. He even barged into the ladies’ restroom scaring a few of them but held up his FBI badge. When he went up to the bartender he showed a picture of (Y/N) he had on his phone. “Have you seen this girl? She was wearing a green dress and had guys all over tonight?” The bartender shook his head and Dean slammed his fist on the bar. “Look again, did you see her leave? This is important.” The bartender rolled his eyes, “I think she left with Mr. Barker. He is a regular who is known to leave with a different girl every time he comes in.” Dean cursed and ran outside to Sam who was getting out of the car when he saw a frantic Dean. “Sammy, she’s gone. She’s gone!”
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Life Doesn’t Always Turn Out the Way You Plan
I was trying to post this on AO3, because it’s going to be a multi-parter. But AO3 is being grouchy tonight. So the first part will go up here, and get put up over there when the database starts behaving itself again. Then the rest of the chapters will go up over there too.
“While You Were Sleeping” is one of my all-time favorite movies ever. It just doesn't feel like Christmas unless I've watched it at least once. And because I love it so much, I won’t be able to resist slipping verbatim quotes in here and there. So, watch out for those. Also, I know this is a Valentine's challenge, but this movie is so wrapped up with Christmas for me that I had to set it then.
I'll be honest - after this chapter, the rest of this so far is pretty much an outline interspersed with scene scraps. I'm hoping to post at least twice a week, but the schedule may be, ummmm, flexible. I'll still try to get it all done in the month deadline.
That said, enjoy!
Life Doesn’t Always Turn Out the Way You Plan
My dad used to say something to me all the time when I was growing up. He would get this distant look in his eyes and he would tell me, "Iris, baby, life doesn't always turn out the way you plan."
l just wish I'd realized at the time he was talking about my life.
But my dad wasn't just about cryptic life advice. He taught me to box, he read everything I ever wrote, he even did my hair. And he would tell me the best stories. Sometimes from his life on the force, because he was a cop, but sometimes sweeter stories. More tender ones. Like the ones about my mom. Those were my favorite.
He'd tell me all about how they met, how they fell in love, how they ran away to get married when they were both barely eighteen. He'd never talk about how she died, which was okay by me, because I remembered a little bit of my mom with cancer, and it's not something I wanted to go over again. I preferred the happier memories.
More than once, even though I knew the answer, l asked my dad what the most wonderful, amazing thing about my mom was.
And he said to me, "Baby, your mom gave me all my dreams."
When I got a little older, I realized that what he meant was that when they were first married, struggling through every day, she supported him, studied with him, and generally made sure he got through the police academy even though it made her life harder and scarier. He became a detective, which was something he'd dreamed of all his life.
But when I was little, I thought of her waving her hand and just making everything right for him.
Well, the first time l saw Eddie, he didn't exactly give me all my dreams. lt was a coffee order and his name, plus seventy-six cents for the tip jar. But l look forward to it. I never know when he'll come in, because he's a cop, too, and his shifts are all different. But he always smiles and he's kind and handsome and -
And he's just perfect. The man of my dreams.
We've never actually spoken - I mean, a real conversation, you know, not one centered around caffeinated beverages.
But l know someday we will. l know it. And I know that when we do, it's going to be perfect. And all my dreams will come true.
Iris studied the cursor blinking on the screen and sighed. She couldn't post this.
Her readers came to her blog for the weird, the unexplained, the things that no newspapers would report on. Men faster than lightning, men who could tear open the fabric of reality.
Not a barista's sad personal life.
She hid it in her drafts folder and shut her computer, sliding it into her bag. She had to get to work.
As she eased out the door of her apartment building, wincing at the bitter cold, she spotted a butt in a pair of baggy jeans sticking out from the open hood of a car. Even though it was four-thirty in the morning, she wasn't surprised. Her downstairs neighbor kept strange hours.
"Hey Cisco," she said to the butt. "Have you got my car working yet?" she added hopefully. If he had, that meant she had another ten minutes that she could go back into her warm(ish) apartment and start working on something that actually was a post and not a maudlin piece of drivel.
"Hey," he said, lifting his head and shaking his head as if to toss his long hair back, although it was bundled back in a little nubbin of a ponytail at the base of his skull. He had a black eye. Cisco also often turned up with strange injuries. Her current working theory was that he was illegally street-fighting to make rent, but maybe that was her wild imagination. Probably he'd run into a lamppost or something. "Still trying, here. So today I'm gonna need a cranberry orange scone." He peered up at her hopefully.
She rolled her eyes. "Everybody wants the cranberry orange. There's never any left."
"Come on, it's Christmas Eve!"
Iris's heart sank. Like she needed the reminder.
"Plus, I'm the guy fixing your car. Purely out of the goodness of my heart, might I add."
"You've been fixing my car for three weeks, and the goodness of your heart sure seems to want a lot of day-old baked goods."
He thumped the fender. "That's because this car's a piece of crap."
She had to agree with that. But she couldn't afford better. "I'll try," she said. "But if some yoga lady bites my head off for not giving her the damn scone, it's on your head."
He saluted her with his wrench.
She glanced down the street. No bus yet. "So how's the job hunt?"
He made a face.
"You'll get something," she said. "You're smart. And you're a great engineer."
"An engineer who hasn't done anything with his degree except fix your car for the past six months."
"You could put that on your resume, right? Automotive - something or other." She was usually better at finding just the right word, but come on. It was four-thirty in the morning.
"Ha. Yeah." He snorted. "Bus is coming, you better run."
She looked up in time to see the bus wheeze around a corner three blocks down. How did he do that? she asked herself, sprinting for the bus stop across the street.
At work, after the first rush had died away, her boss cornered her. "So. Hey. How do the words double overtime pay hit you?"
"I'm not working tomorrow," Iris said immediately. "It's Christmas."
"Come on," Gina said. "Please? Jay just called and said he has a sore throat - "
"And you believed him?"
"Rachel's got a big family thing out of state, and I promised my kids I'd be there on Christmas morning."
"Ask someone else, Gina."
"Everybody else has already turned me down. It's just half a shift, honest! You're opening at nine and Lana will be here at twelve and you can go home at one. Or earlier if it's dead." She leaned forward, her eyes compassionate. "Look. Iris. I know you worked Thanksgiving, that's why I asked you last. And I know it's the opposite of fair. You've worked every holiday. But you know, you're the only one - " She hesitated, biting her lip.
Iris finished her sentence, with a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Without any family."
Gina looked at her pitifully.
Iris tugged her Santa hat straight and growled under her breath, "Work Christmas for me, Iris. Double overtime pay, Iris. It'll be dead, Iris. Yeah, right!"
She'd been running since she got here this morning. It had been three hours and she hadn't had a chance to sit down yet. This was the first moment she'd had to breathe, even, and the state of the counter meant she had to be cleaning it.
To make matters worse, it felt like all her customers had been happy family groups, people clearly on their way to gatherings, wearing silly sweaters, loaded down with Christmas presents. Looking forward to a day of warm togetherness.
What did she have to look forward to? Just sweeping up the coffee grounds she'd spilled. Oh, and her replacement to get here in half an hour, if she actually remembered.
"Hey," said a gravelly voice that sent a thrill down her spine. "Merry Christmas."
Her head shot up. She gaped at Eddie.
He smiled back, his bright smile, his twinkling eyes, oh my god -
"Isn't it the worst, working holidays?"
She clutched her broom like an idiot. "Um. Yeah."
He waited, as if she was expected to be coherent right now, with him smiling at her and the little piece of holly pinned to his lapel, and his eyes so blue she wanted to fall into them, and the mistletoe dangling from the loft above his head.
"Well," he said. "First break I've gotten all morning. Um - Where's your bathroom?"
"That way," she said, flailing a hand. Luckily, it was in the actual direction of the bathroom.
"I'll be right back," he said. "Don't get away."
"Okay," she breathed, watching him go.
She stood, kicking herself. The man of her dreams actually started a conversation and this was how she reacted? She was a mess.
His regular, what was his regular? He didn't really have one. He ordered all sorts of different things. What about hot chocolate, with a shot of peppermint? That was festive. Would it be creepy, having it ready for him? Or a nice Christmas surprise? Or maybe he wanted something else - oh god, she was such a mess.
The door jingled and one of her other regulars walked in, a doctor from the hospital down the street. From the looks of her, she was on her break too. Iris shook her head hard and tried to smile. "Hi there. What can I get you?"
"Chai latte, please."
"Sure thing. Caitlin, right?" She always ordered the same thing. Iris could make her drink on automatic. Good thing, too, because she was still involved in kicking herself and trying to come up with suave, witty, sexy working-on-Christmas banter that would make Eddie instantly fall in love with her.
The door jingled again, and two men came in as she came back from bringing Caitlin her drink. "Hi, fellas," she said, even for some reason though her skin crawled and she desperately wanted the counter to be thicker, higher. She cranked her customer-service smile up to eleven. "What can I get for you?"
"Mmmmm, let me thiiiink - how about a mocha latte and all your money?"
Iris stared at the gun in her face and thought, Who robs a coffee shop? and Gina, if I die, I'm so going to haunt your ass.
"Now!" he yelled, and she jumped.
"Okay, okay," she mumbled, popping open the cash register. Jitters policy was clear - give them the money, let them get away, call the police after. No amount of money is worth your life.
All the same, her eyes flickered toward Caitlin, who -
Who had a gun pushed in her face too, the second robber barking at her to keep her hands where he could see them. She was staring up at him, her eyes narrowed, her jaw set, and a cold chill ran down Iris's spine.
Just - god. Don't let any guns go off today.
"Faster!"
She jumped and dropped a stack of fives, scrambling for them when he waved the gun.
The back door, the one that led to the bathrooms, opened with a squeak. Iris knew who it was before she even looked around.
Eddie walking through that door, his eyes widening, his gun coming up, his mouth forming the words stop, police -
The second robber's gun went off with a boom like a cannon blast. Eddie's shoulder jerked back and he went down hard, his gun flying one way, his badge another. His head bounced off the doorjamb and he lay still.
"Fuck!" the second robber shrieked, his gun waving wildly. "A cop! Man, you shot a cop!"
"Shit," the first robber said, and his gun swung away from Iris to bear on Eddie's unconscious body. "He saw us - "
Without thinking, Iris grabbed the nearest thing at hand and hurled it at his head. It wasn't until the thing shattered, sending glass and stickiness spraying, that she realized it was a bottle of hazelnut syrup. The robber yowled and dropped his gun, and the second one whipped around, aiming his gun in her direction -
She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the next bullet to drill into her forehead.
A sudden blast of cold air buffeted her. She thought, huh, that's not what I expected from dying - and realized she was still breathing, her heart still thundering away in her throat. She risked opening one eye.
The Flash stood at the counter. Behind him, both robbers were tied to chairs - festively, with some of the sparkling bunting from the square outside.
She gaped at him.
"You okay, miss?" he asked her.
"I - Yes? But - " She pointed at Eddie. "He's not."
"He was wearing a vest, but he hit his head pretty hard," Caitlin reported. She was crouched over Eddie, checking his vitals. "You need to get him down to Central City General as soon as possible."
"Eddie," the Flash breathed, which struck Iris as strange - how did he know Eddie's name, and why did he say it like that?
But then he and Eddie were gone, leaving Caitlin and Iris alone in the coffee shop, watching syrup drip slowly off the table. Caitlin reached up and picked some glass out of her hair, making a face as several strands stuck to her hand.
Iris felt numb and floaty, which was probably why she put her hand over her face and mumbled, "Oh, Eddie. I was going to marry you."
She started to pick up the phone to call Gina - Hi, guess what, your Christmas is ruined after all - and Caitlin grabbed her arm. The handset clattered to the counter.
"Let's go," Caitlin said. "We're going to the hospital."
"But - I - " Iris tottered as Caitlin dragged her out from behind the counter, astonishingly fast on the crazy high heels she was wearing.
"Call your boss later. I'm sure she'll understand that you've just been robbed, for god's sake, and that Eddie was hurt. That's his name, right? Eddie?"
"I - I need to lock up - " Iris managed to grab her key out of her pocket and lock the front door behind them before Caitlin was hauling them down the street to Central City General. The ER was a complete zoo, and when Caitlin hustled her through, saying something to the nurses, Iris didn't catch it over the din.
Caitlin guided her to the nearest free chair and pushed on her shoulders until Iris sat down with a thump. "Okay, you sit here, and as soon as we can, we'll get you in to see him, all right? As soon as we can."
Iris said wisely, "Eurgbhl?"
Caitlin's hand on her shoulder gentled. "He's going to be okay. I promise."
Iris nodded, more because the other woman seemed to need it than because she had any idea what was going on.
She nodded back, then charged off, still in her coat, on an Eddie-saving mission. Iris watched her go, feeling her head spin.
Well, Merry Christmas to her.
To Be Continued
#Iris West#Barry Allen#Westallen#Westallenatthemovies#mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name#fanfiction#some violence in this chapter#but that's the last I promise#I'll be honest Barry's barely in this chapter either#but he'll be along#I promise#the flash
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The Biter
This was a commission piece for tthemanwithmanyauandheadcannons’ Mom Jasper Au
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The soft milk light of the crescent moon painted the land with a soft brush. Beneath it, the forest brush was bright by a comforting glow while a tranquil breeze made the pasture dance with gentle sways. Although the night disguised the leaves along the forest floor, painting them black with the shadows, they were all orange and yellow shades. Autumn had changed the forest only recently and yet already most of the trees making the forest grand and massive were bare because its leaves has descended and collected on the ground. All that dwelled in the forest were startled by their feet as every footstep was a crunch because of the brittle leaves.
The crunching leaves were in harmony with the song of the forest. Leaves and bushes rustled with the silent wind and then the leaves crunched as if they were beats from a drum. It played as a song. But the melodious rhythm was disrupted when the beating drums sped up. Leaves were crushed, rapidly, frantically, beneath the boots of a terrified man.
Tim, a man who traded his commitment to the city for to take on the title of wilderness man, panted like a dog as he scrambled to escape the forest he himself lived in for many years. The trees he loves, the rocks he painted suddenly became his enemies, blocking his escape. He dared not look behind him again. The slicing flaps of enormous wings caught up to him and he screamed higher than his old voice could reach. He could feel the bat breathing against his neck. Splashes on the ground told Tim the bat drooled to catch him. The bat’s roar, a screech that curdled his blood, stopped his heart.
Suddenly his next step collided with an oak stump. A surge of pain soared across his body from his foot and he fell to the ground. He couldn’t feel his foot, it was broken. The ground shook beneath the bat’s landing. Tim felt its eyes on him. He grabbed a fistful of grass and dragged himself on the ground. The bat needed only to take a step to outrun him. At the bottom of Tim’s foot blood seeped through his sock and boots; the bat was fueled by the scent of it.
“No—no—please—!” Tim squealed.
The bat’s gore-soaked eyes tilted to the side with perplexity, obvious it didn’t understand the man’s pleas. Its hulking body was covered in mud fur that camouflaged the bat in the darkness; Tim only saw its hovering eyes on him. The bat let out a screeched, planting its claw on Tim’s back to keep him down. Tim closed his eyes and braced for the end.
“GROOOOOOAH!” Another, different roar alarmed him.
From the bushes leapt out Tiger. He dashed across the forest and pounced on the bat, pushing him off Tim. The two beasts wrestled with each other in a feral fight; Tiger dug his saber teeth into the bat’s back and the bat plunged its steely silver fangs into Tiger’s neck. Tim frenetically picked himself up and against all odds skipped on one leg away.
Tiger snarled, his lips parting to bear his fangs as his weapons. The bat’s rattling screech accepted the challenge. Together they pushed off the ground in a charge of rage and speed, their collision echoed through the dark forest. Tiger’s every limb was well-equipped with razor claws that buried into the bat’s hide, but only just. Its hide was thick and its body was protected by muscles as hard as steel. But nevertheless, the bat cried out in pain.
The bat’s talons clutched Tiger’s stomach and pierced his skin. It long legs pushed against him to throw him off, but Tiger crunched the bat’s shoulder because of the pain. It dropped its body on the ground, crushing Tiger beneath it, but when the big cat would not let go, the bat released his stomach in favor of a different strategy. It touched off the ground, a single flap of its mighty wings raised them up. The bat flung its body towards a tree, crashing Tiger into the strong bark.
Stunned, Tiger released his grip and fell from the air. He landed with a thud, whimpering from the fall, and couldn’t quickly recover. Blood trickled from its fangs.
A rich aroma from the animal’s blood revitalized the bat. The piggish pink nose stirred. The bat screeched as it dove down, its talons out like a swooping falcon. An unquenchable thirst in its large eyes blinded it to a surprise attack. Tiger turned sharply and unleashed a wave of bright green light that blasted the bat’s stomach in a direct attack.
The bat howled in agony. It struggled to keep itself in the air, falling sharply but raising just as quickly to compensate. Tiger roared another blast but the bat evaded and crashed into the very same tree it used to harm Tiger. Feeling itself grow weaker, the bat pinned its talons on the bark, keeping itself from falling. Tiger fired once again and it climbed higher as if it walked up the tree. Tiger stammered to stand and give chase as best he could.
Suddenly both beasts paused. Normally dropped, Tiger’s sharp ears perked up with a sound only he could hear. The bat was aroused by a different sensation: smell and whatever it smelled it came from the horizon.
The bat kicked off the tree and summoned its strength to carry it towards the source. It let out a fleeting screech before vanished in the darkness.
Tiger, the most injured, barely had enough strength to stand let alone run towards the source. He summoned a portal beneath his feet, allowing himself to fall straight in like a sink hole. Urgency fueled the beast to reach his new owner before the bat did.
Meanwhile, on the hill shadowing the Crystal Gem’s temple, the lighthouse’s beacon shined across the land in a full circle. On a misty night the enormous beam could break through the densest of fog clouds; and on a clear night such as that one, the beam stretched to the horizon and over. And as it sat atop the tallest hill in the entire city the light went over the citizens’ heads, not bothering them in the slightest. But that night, just like the several before it, the lighthouse’s light served a different purpose as Steven’s camouflage.
Steven repeated another rep of thirty punches into the air. Sweat dripped off his face as though his hair was a faucet that wouldn’t shut. His clothes were drenched and they clung to his body tightly, heavy, from all the reps he had done with only four minutes in between to rest. His body was drained of strength, his eyelids shutting very easily tempted him to stop and rest. But his arms had no intention of stopping and his mind was full to burst with determination to achieve the goals he set.
Training until the late hours of the night hadn’t been something Steven had planned to do a couple of weeks back. He’d always been the first—and only—person in the house to sleep when night came; his comfy bed Jasper spent days making by herself certainly helped. The hours changing and the days becoming shorter took their toll on Steven’s daily training regiment; he would get into his intense mode and shortly after he’d hear Jasper call out to him. While tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep, the idea to sneak out and make up for lost time came to him.
The amber-orange helmet appeared on Steven’s head. Steven suddenly became aware of its weight from his fatigue. But his punches didn’t stop; in fact, they escalated in speed and intensity. He switched to kicks without warning, throwing a barrage of punches and kicks at an invisible opponent. The finishing attack to his fight was a head butt into the ground; Steven dropped to his knees and slammed the top of his helmet into the earth like a battering ram.
He felt his fingers rattle with the impact that caught him by surprise. When he pulled his head up, Steven found himself in a crater that swallowed his entire body with its radius. A cautious hand touched the impacted soil; the brittle dirt tickled his palm with softness. Steven gave a pause. The depth of the crater and the radius of it slowly invaded his body and instilled more energy in him. Steven jumped up in the air with his arms raised high.
“I did it! That’s all me! I’m so cool! I’m so cool!” Steven hollered as he ran in circles with a grin from ear to ear.
A tremor knocked him down. A crack and a boom. He looked behind him; the crater hadn’t grown in size but had grown in depth. A snake-like crack shot through the ground beneath the crater and erupted at the bottom; Steven pressed his eye in the hole but in the darkness of night he couldn’t see how deep it was.
“Whoa, it goes on forever. I’m amazing,” he whispered in awe.
“What are you doing?” Steven recognized the voice of his mother and instinctively flinched out of fear.
Jasper led the rest of the Crystal Gems behind her. She had a look of disapproval that Steven rarely saw.
Jack had his armor on and his sword freshly put away in its sheath. Yellow Pearl followed closely behind Citrine; after it was apparent that there was no danger she walked alongside her; the Pearl was a great deal smaller than the Crystal Gem leader.
“Steven, you’re supposed to be in bed. What are you doing out here this late?” Jasper questioned with the intimidation of a cop in an interrogation.
“I…uh…was sleepwalking?” Steven shrugged.
“I find that highly unlikely,” said Yellow Pearl with a know-it-all tone.
“What are you all doing here?” Steven asked, hoping it would change the subject.
Citrine stepped forward. “We were alerted by a tremor of strength from the mountain. We thought it was an attack and came in a hurry.”
“Steven, I ask what you were doing,” Jasper repeated.
The young boy felt himself singled out and backed into a corner unable to escape so he confessed. “Okay I wasn’t sleepwalking, I was training. But look look look! Look what I did!”
He pointed to the crater and without anyone else in the area the others had no other option but to believe him.
“Steven, you did that?” Jack gasped.
“Yup, I sure did!” He proclaimed proudly.
Jasper stomped on the ground to keep Jack quiet. Citrine also shot him a look. Steven’s mother looked at him with her arms crossed in a disciplinary way. Steven was confused at her reaction.
“I’ve told you before I don’t want you overtraining. And of all times to do it you do it after your bedtime when you should be sleeping. Steven, I’m very disappointed in you,” said Jasper.
“B-B-But Mom, didn’t you see what I did? I’m getting stronger, aren’t you proud?” He asked with begging eyes.
“Right now my only concern is you getting back to bed. And I don’t want you training for an entire week.”
“What?! But I’ll lose so much time that way!” Steven protested.
“Jasper has a point, Steven. You should always—” Yellow Pearl began but Citrine put a hand on her shoulder that kept her quiet.
“That’s an order, Steven. Now let’s go back.” Jasper had already turned around and started for the trek back down, fully expecting for Steven to comply.
“NO!” Steven shouted. His voice echoed all over the hill.
The others turned pale; even Citrine had a shocked expression on her stoic face. Jasper stopped walking.
“What did you say?” She inquired.
“I said no!” He repeated.
“Steven, I’m not going to repeat myself,” she said calmly enough, not turning around.
“No! I’m going to finish my training! I’m going to get stronger, whether you like it not!”
Jasper finally turned around and Steven was met with her angered expression, one that he didn’t have any experience fighting against. The Quartz Gem walked towards her son, bearing an unwavering strength in her posture.
“I don’t like this attitude, Steven. Listen to what I’m saying. You’re going to be grounded from training for two weeks now. You’re going to sit inside the house and think about what you did,” lectured Jasper.
“No! This is all for me to get stronger so I can help during out missions! If I stop then I won’t be any help to anybody!”
“You think because you push yourself past the breaking point that it will make you stronger?! You’re going to get weaker with how tired your body will be! You’re human, Steven!”
“I’m only half! I don’t work the same way! I won’t get weaker, I’ll get stronger!”
“No you won’t!” Jasper shouted back.
“I’m doing this for you and you won’t even give me a chance!” Steven screamed.
Jasper was stunned, speechless. Tears formed along the sides of Steven’s eyes which were pressed tightly shut from anger. Stricken by his words she let her guard down.
The Crystal Gems saw only a black blur cross in front of them faster than any of the unsuspecting Gems could foresee. They had no way of seeing the bat perch itself on the lighthouse nor could they have known it waited for them to be at their most vulnerable. The bat swooped in and snatched Steven off the ground. Jasper watched her son get plucked off the ground inches from her; her hair scattered from the burst of speed.
“STEVEN!” Jasper and the others screamed.
“MOM!” The boy wiggled and screamed, frightened. Steven met the blood red eyes of the bat.
Jasper’s body acted on its own. She kicked off the ground with an explosion like a rocket, speeding through the air and reaching the bat’s elevation in a second. Her mighty fist slammed into the bat’s cheek. Startled by the attack, the bat tightened its claws on Steven’s shoulders and he howled with pain. Concern for her son left her vulnerable for the bat to slap Jasper out of the air with its wing.
“Mom!” Steven cried.
“Steven! Jasper! Citrine, your spear! You’re the only one who can hit a target from the distance!” Yellow Pearl panicked.
Citrine had her spear already out, being held inside a shaky hand.
“I can’t—I can’t risk hitting Steven,” she said.
Jasper crashed into the ground but she wasn’t about to stay down. Quickly she picked herself up and shot back into the air.
The bat heard Jasper blast off the ground. Steven suddenly felt a jolt. He looked up but he could no longer see the bat’s eyes; its stomach bulged out, engorged in a second. The growth seemed to travel to its neck where its lips fought to stay shut until at last it released two large blotches of red. Two small monsters just as deformed and misshapen as the bat flew down like bombs and latched themselves on Jasper.
They were small than her knee, heads full of hair and Gems on their bodies—one had it on its left arm and the other had it on its knee—with a lanky pink tail trailing behind them. They scratched at Jasper’s face while she fought to pull them off her. Their scratching blinded Jasper. The creature released one of Steven’s shoulders and clawed Jasper across her back as she sailed near it.
“Mom!” Steven dug his nails into the bat’s talon. “Let me go, you monster!”
It only enraged Steven’s captor. The creature put both its talons on Steven’s shoulders and soared higher. Steven couldn’t see Beach City anymore with how they were.
Jasper landed and the two smaller rat creature scurried away fast into the shadows. In the darkness that covered the sky and cloaked the bat and Steven, she could no longer see her son.
“STEVEN!” She howled into the air.
The last thing Steven heard was the sound of his mother’s voice. Just then the bat squeezed its talons until the broke his skin; the shock from the bolt of pain knocked Steven out.
“M—om—”
The night was everlasting, or so it felt to the Crystal Gems. An entire night their eyes spent chasing shadows in the sky, reacting like hungry wolves at the slightest inch of movement above. Their minds jumpstarted their bodies into a frenzy whenever their tired eyes saw something, which left a crushing, discouraging sensation in them when it turned out to be nothing.
When the first sign of day break peaked over the horizon, the Crystal Gems acted fast. Citrine, Jack, and Yellow Pearl divided themselves to gather the others into the Temple. Greg was woken up earlier than he’d ever been woken up before by Yellow Pearl. Jack traveled to the barn to fetch Peridot, Lapis and Blue Pearl. Their numbers doubled in a matter of hours since Steven was taken.
Citrine stayed with Jasper. The Quartz soldier was silent and still like a statue firmly planting in the spot all night. As practical as Citrine was, she didn’t say how fruitless it was to watch the sky any further to Jasper. She pictured her own son being taken and realized she’d react the same way. When Jack shouted from the Temple entrance that everyone was gathered inside, Citrine at last rested her hand on Jasper’s shoulder as a way to tell her. It was brief, vanishing just as quickly as it came, but Citrine saw a bit of water outlining Jasper’s eyes.
“We’re going to find him,” Jasper said as though she felt compelled to—to assure herself.
“Look at us. Gem warriors worried over our sons,” said Citrine. She gave her a smile. “It’s love for certain, Jasper.”
Citrine always had a way to reach Jasper with her words. Jasper nodded with a breath of relief slowly returning to her body.
Back inside the house, the stillness of the morning was immediately shattered once the door was open.
“STEEEEEEVEEEEEEN!” Peridot screamed at the top of her lungs.
With a voice guaranteed to wake the entire city if she was outside, Peridot circled around the house and vented her worries at a high volume. The green Gem only needed to hear something happened to Steven for her nerves to rocket into orbit and her mind to flood with fearful thoughts; when Jack told her she was the first to race to the Warp Pad and teleport into the house before the others. The others shared in Peridot’s worry, their faces sullen and their minds unable to sit still but their concern was far less vocal than hers.
“Ugh, would you stop screaming already! This isn’t helping anyone!” Lapis barked when she had enough of the screaming that had gone on long before Jasper and Citrine entered the house.
“Well what am I supposed to do?! Steven is—is—HUKNAPPED! What’re we gonna do?! What’re we gonna do?!” Peridot scrambled.
“Honestly, he won’t be saved any quicker if we don’t keep our heads leveled,” remarked Yellow Pearl.
Blue Pearl looked over to her yellow counterpart whose fingertips were stabbing straight through the wooden seat while the rest of her couldn’t sit still. She took out a little notebook, one she always carries around with a pen at hand.
“You’re shaking in your seat,” Blue Pearl said, writing what she observed down.
“I am not!” Yellow shouted back.
“You are.”
“Am not!”
“You are.”
Lapis didn’t make any attempt to stop her Blue Pearl from escalating any more. She was fidgeting her fingers in a silent worry.
Greg, probably the second most rational person in the room despite being the only human, couldn’t say anything to diffuse the rising tension. He was just as worried for his son as the others were. Strumming his guitar didn’t help, which he brought because after a string of so many instances of Steven either being hurt, taken or fighting he needed to keep himself from having a heart. A few notes in and he had to set it down as his chest puffed in and out with his heavy breathing.
“Not a great start,” Jack commented.
Citrine cleared her throat before delivering an earsplitting call. “LISTEN!” The room was instantly paralyzed by her voice. “We’ve handle crisis before, regardless of any personal connection to us. Steven is another human in need of us and if we want to ensure he is returned safely then we must act like the Crystal Gems. I called you all here because our biggest strength is in our numbers. We will search for Steven.”
The others looked at the leader with mixed faces of doubt.
Blue Pearl, the least intimidated by Citrine’s authority, set her notebook aside and spoke what the others didn’t. “Citrine, if what Jack said was right, Steven could be anywhere. Are we going to be enough?”
“I do. Each one of us possesses a skill perfect for searching as much ground as possible. Together we’ll corner the creature and defeat it.”
Citrine turned to two blue Gems.
“Lapis, you have the skies, something none of us can do; take Blue Pearl with you, she has a sharper eye than you do. I will take the north.”
Then she turned to Jack. “Jack, you and Jasper can outrun anything on the ground so you’ll take the east.”
Greg waited to be ignored as Citrine often did with the lone human in their group, so he was surprised when her amber eyes were on him.
“Greg you know the human populace surrounding Beach City more than any of us, search if anyone saw the creature and what direction it might have flown in.”
The human dad felt himself in the spotlight, energized by discovering he had an edge that none of the other Gems could have.
“Peridot, I’m sure you have some sort of tracking device on Steven,” Citrine assumed but knew she was right based on the nervous, singled-out reaction Peridot gave. Everyone turned to her. “Locate his signal if you can.”
“B-B-B-B-But the d-d-device has a l-l-limited range,” stuttered Peridot on the verge of tears.
“Find a way to increase its frequency,” she said. “You have your orders, everyone. Steven is expecting us to be there for him and we will not fail him!”
The others in the house understood their assignments and acted without haste. Lapis took Blue Pearl by the hand and raced outside where they took off in the air in a second. Greg jumped into his van and floored the gas towards the city limits. Peridot raced as fast as her Limb Enhancers could carry her to the Warp Pad to retrieve her technology from the Barn. Jasper grabbed Jack as he was putting on his helmet and leapt off the patio with a burst of uncontrollable strength. They were all fueled by their concern for Steven’s safety.
Yellow Pearl, the lone Gem left in the house alongside Citrine, was left in a questioning state.
“B-But what about me?” She asked in a voice begging to be told what to do.
“You’re with me, Pearl. There’s no one else I’d rather have by my side all day long,” said Citrine with a sweetened voice.
Yellow Pearl blushed as Citrine took her by the hand and led her out.
The house that was so full of commotion mere seconds earlier was now silent. But it wasn’t empty. As much as Citrine calculated the skills of the others she’s known for some time now, she was forgetful of the most recent edition to the household, the short Amethyst who poked her head up from behind the kitchen counter. Having done eaten all the scraps of food she could find, some of which was hidden by Steven, she listened in on the plan without making her presence known.
Acting to help people she barely knew wasn’t the first thing on Amethyst’s mind. She munched on dry ramen noodles while she contemplated what to do. Amethyst remembered how Steven gave her a room with Jasper and had been the only one in the house she felt comfortable talking with. The boy often stayed up late to answer every question Amethyst had humanity and the world around her; he’d always answer with a brimming smile. Amethyst finally downed the last of the noodles and dashed for the door.
Swinging the door open, Amethyst expected it to open fully but it wouldn’t budge. She kept pushing, growing impatient, until she heard the door whimper. The unexpected sound startled her, but then she saw Tiger’s motionless body was what blocked the door.
“Hey you’re that…thing Steven keeps,” said Amethyst, having been introduced to him once before when he attacked her. He wouldn’t move; she squeezed through the door and found he was injured. “Whoa what happened?”
Tiger could hardly make a noise to answer. His knees were bleeding from dragging himself across the city, and he was completely drained of strength.
“You gotta know where Steven is, right?” Amethyst asked. He could muster the strength to move his tail which she took as an answer. “Take me to him.”
The night wasn’t slow for Steven, the hours flying by in an instant. When the monster snapped its talons and crushed his shoulders, he saw a blurring image of the night sky and Beach City beneath him and then the overcast morning sky above him in the blink of an eye. At first he tossed over instinctively to avoid the morning and avoid waking up, going right back to sleep as though he was still in his bed. But the cold breeze of outside passed through him and Steven’s eyes popped open as he jumped up.
He wasn’t in the plush arms of his bed nor was he covered by his favorite sheets. Steven slept on top a ground of decaying gray grass, using a small mound of dirt as his pillow. To Steven’s horror the dirt that still had clusters in his hair was in front of a crumbling tombstone. He found himself surrounded by tombstones of equal condition, some big, some small, but they were all weathered and eerie.
Steven shot up to his feet and frantically slapped every part of his body to get the dirt and grass off. “Get off! Get off! Off! Off!”
“What was that?” A voice in the distance startled Steven into staying still. Footsteps approached in a fast pace; he panicked.
Steven looked for something to hide behind. Nothing but tombstone half his height surrounded him, unable to provide him any cover. The footsteps stepping on the gray grass grew louder. Desperation and fear of the unknown, moved Steven to drop down and stick his head on the grave dirt, shutting his eyes to pretend he’d been sleeping there the entire time. It was the only plan Steven had on the spot and he waited tremblingly for it to fail. He felt the voice look at him.
“Oh, it’s just the thing tossing in its slipe,” said the voice, a female voice. Steven dared to open his eyes just a peak.
A ragged cloak torn at every opening stood only a couple steps in front of Steven. The hood covered the figure’s face in a perpetual shadow. She didn’t seem to notice Steven’s eye opened so he searched for more features, but he slammed his eye back shut when the bat crept up behind her.
“Do whatever you want with its husk, but leave the Jasper Gem. Try your best not to swallow it,” said the figure.
The bat gurgled its throat, a response.
“I don’t care; deal with them if they find you.”
Steven couldn’t see what was happening but he heard it stomp on the ground, growling.
“You want your consciousness back, don’t you? Do as I say or you’ll spend the rest of eternity as this abomination. Don’t you want to go back to Homeworld?” She hissed.
Steven heard the bat stop its growling and submit to the cloaked figure with a slight whimper like a puppy dog.
“That’s what I thought. I’m going to find the other experiments. Remember: they’re traitors. Shattering them will mean everything will go back to normal. Don’t disappoint me,” she said.
Steven saw a flash of light through his shut eyelids. The bat roared into the sky at the top of its lungs. He felt it coming towards him. Steven burst awake and met the bat face to face; seeing him awake, it spreads it wings out and puffed its chest.
“W-Wait, can we talk?” Steven inquired with shrugged shoulders and a not all confident smile.
The bat kept coming, opening its jaws and revealed its fangs to him.
“We’re the Crystal Gems, we can take care of you. You don’t have keep listening to that person. I-I can fix you,” Steven pleaded.
It pounced like and swatted its wing across Steven’s cheek, knocking him down. Steven was pinned under its talons, unable to push it off. He felt drained, tired and without doing anything he was already sweating. The bat’s talons pushed down on his stomach and he couldn’t move them so much as an inch. Steven suddenly realized: he was tired from last night.
“Wait! We can help you!” Steven cried one last time.
The bat opened its jowls, a hole that was pure red and dripping with hunger. Its head dove down and Steven braced himself for the end. CHNN! Two sharp objects collided with intense force. Steven opened one eye slowly as sword above him holding the creature’s fangs back; opening his eyes fully he saw Connie holding it.
“S-Steven—are you—okay!?” Connie asked, straining.
“Connie!” Steven exclaimed in excitement.
“Connie, be careful!” Barely getting out of the car, Doug, Connie’s father, struggled to free himself from the seatbelt with one hand while holding his trusty flashlight as a weapon.
Ferocity in her approach the way Jasper and Jack taught her, Connie pushed against the sword and threw the bat off, slashing a bit of its mouth. She swung across in a swipe and the creature leapt into the air to avoid it.
“Connie, what are you doing here?” Steven asked.
“We followed you. I saw it take you away—you weren’t moving,” said Connie, turning to him. Her eyes were glistening with water. “Are you okay?”
Steven smiled, blushing a bit. “I’m fine.”
The bat roared. Its talons drawn.
“Connie, Steven, get away! Now’s your chance!” Doug shouted from the sides. The creature turned to the human father and he jumped with fright.
It turned away from the Steven and Connie and shot towards Doug. He screamed, loudly and at a higher pitch than his normal voice, and ran to his car. The doors were locked and he fumbled with the keys as the creature flew towards him, bearing his fangs.
“Dad!” Connie cried. She was quick on her feet to think. “Steven, throw me!”
Steven complied without a second thought. Connie jumped and he caught her by then feet before throwing all his strength to launch her. But all that happened was Connie landed back down on Steven’s hands.
“Owowowowow!” Steven whimpered.
“Steven, what happened!?”
“I can’t—I’m too tired!” He cried.
“Gaaaah!” Doug yelled.
“Dad!” Connie shouted.
The bat landed in front of him, rattling the earth. The boney black wings spread out as if to trap its prey and keep him from running. Doug, the security man without even a nightstick to his name, held the flashlight in front of him to defend himself. The creature roared once more and Doug screamed, accidentally clicking on the flashlight and aiming it direction into the bat’s eyes. Suddenly its wings retracted so it could scratch its blinded eyes, howling with discomfort.
“Whoa, this thing really works,” said Doug.
“Dad, get out of there!” Connie shouted.
He sidestepped around the bat while it shook its head. Doug rejoined his daughter and Steven on the other side of the graveyard.
“I don’t have any strength, I was training last night,” said Steven.
“Oh no. Well, don’t worry, Steven, I’m here!” Connie said, taking her stance.
She charged at the bat while its back was on her and slashed across its back. As it recoiled, Connie stabbed the tip of the sword as a small prick in the creature’s wings, tearing a hole in the thin flesh. The bat fought back, swinging its wing behind it; Connie pricked and pricked the other wing.
“Connie!” Doug shivered with worry.
“Don’t worry, Dad, I’m fine! Now it can’t fly away,” said Connie rushing back to them.
Sure enough, as the creature started to flap its wings, the small pricks Connie left expanded with the air. The miniscule tear grew into a gaping hole in its flesh that immediately downed the bat from taking off. It dropped to the ground with a thud because it didn’t expect to fall. The cemetery erupted in its roar of outrage; the bat turned to them, eyes enlarged. Connie held the sword out in front of her, preparing for the creature to launch an attack, so she wasn’t expected that the attack would come from under her foot.
The graveyard dirt burst open and the rat underling came out and wrapped its claws around Connie. Its elongated snout split open to naw on the young girl. She screamed. Doug clubbed the end of his flashlight across the rat’s face which released its grip on her.
“Hiyah!” Doug yelled while doing so. “I got a sword too!”
“Thanks, Dad, that was awesome,” said Connie. He smiled with confidence, but it was short lived.
The ground in front of every tombstone began to break and from the tunnels more of the same rat monster crawled out. Now in the light, Steven saw that they were bright red. They brushed dirt off their bushy hair atop their wide heads, squinting as they opened their eyes to the dim light of the clouded morning. Steven instantly recognized the Gems all of them bore on their bodies—Rubies. The bat screeched once again and the Ruby monsters gathered around it. Their numbers greatly outnumbered theirs.
“Th-That’s a lot of things,” Doug wheezed.
“Not good, there’s too many of them,” said Connie.
Steven picked himself up as best as he could. His body weighed more than the heaviest boulders he ever carried. Summoning his helmet nearly knocked him to the ground as though the weapon he was so used to suddenly turned heavy.
“I’ll do my best to help!” Steven proclaimed. “Mr. Maheswaran, we’ll take care of them.”
“Are you kidding? This is more action than I’ve gotten on any of my jobs. I’ll fight too!” A fire had ignited in the lonely security guard’s eyes since he barely blinded the bat and it wasn’t dying down. He held his flashlight the same way Connie held her sword.
The bat growled at the gang of Ruby monsters, giving them orders and they scurried towards Steven and the others when it was finished.
“Connie, me and your dad will fight these little guys. Try your best not to poof her completely,” said Steven.
“What? Why wouldn’t I?” Connie inquired.
“I don’t think she’s like the other monsters. I want to talk to her.”
His earnest tone swayed Connie into agreeing. By now she understood well how Steven’s heart worked.
The army of Ruby monsters scurried across the graveyard. Their leader stomped on its talons to keep up, slower than its underlings. Steven and the others braced themselves for the inevitable impact. But another impact broke the rising action by landing in between the two sides.
Jasper punched the ground with her body.
“Steven, are you okay?” She asked with great concern in her eyes.
“Mom!” Steven ran to his mother and wrapped his arms around her. Jasper held her son tightly in loving arms.
“I’m so glad you’re okay.” She ducked down and pressed her forehead to his.
The bat barked to the Rubies and they continued their. Jasper’s eyes became narrow because her moment with her son was interrupted. She cracked her knuckles, an anger fueled by the previous two Rubies that kept Jasper from rescuing her son. She made a mental count of how many she wanted to punch before she would be satisfied.
As the army of rats approached, the reinforcements arrived. Jack came speeding in, panting like a dog, sword drawn and ready to fight. Lapis, Blue Pearl and Peridot soared overhead; Lapis carried them both on each hand. Citrine and Yellow Pearl arrived shortly after the rest; as she got into position, Yellow Pearl pulled up her collar to hide an extra kiss mark that wasn’t there the last time the others saw her.
“Whoa,” Doug gasped at the sight of so many confident warriors.
“STEEEEEVEEEEEN!” Peridot shouted from the sky. When they landed she raced to throw her arms around him. She and Yellow Pearl fought to hug Steven while the army of monsters was fast approaching.
“Get into positions, everyone!” Citrine commanded.
The Crystal Gems got themselves ready. Outraged, Peridot fired threw puffs of electricity into the army which scattered many of them out of place. There, Jack, Citrine and Jasper collided with the wall of underlings. Jasper punched and crushed every Ruby that came her way to fulfill the number she vowed to reach. Jack and Citrine slashed them without much trouble, their blades easily slashing the monsters, often with a single swipe. When any of them were finished, Jasper tossed the defeated Ruby monster into the air and Lapis quickly caught them and threw them clear over the horizon with her giant arm of water; it was the only thing she could do to get rid of them quickly.
Connie and Doug targeted the bat that tried to join the army. He shined his flashlight into its eyes again, stunning it so that Connie could slash away without being blocked. Keeping Steven’s wishes in mind, she kept her attacks light and quick, making sure not to breach the creature’s hide. The bat swiped its talons which meant it had to swing its entire body. Connie easily caught the slow moving attack; she signaled to Steven, who was nearby. He slammed his elbow into the bat’s stomach, knocking it to the ground.
“I guess I have some energy to spare!” Steven said, excited.
“We got a fight to win!” Connie said with matching enthusiasm.
The bat stood back up and turned to see that the army of its underlings had become greatly diminished. Steven could see the fear in its bright red eyes. He approached it cautiously, keeping himself low and his arms plainly visible; he even retracted his helmet.
“I know you’re scared and I know you don’t trust us, but we can help you. We don’t have to fight each other. Just let me help you,” said Steven.
It said nothing and so Steven thought he finally broke through to it. The creature’s head was dropped. Steven was finally close to it.
“Steven, be careful,” said Connie.
Jasper only saw what was happening out of the corner of her eye while she fought off the advancing rats. She held her breath as she saw her son within an inch from the monster.
From up close Steven could see the glimmer of a Gem under the fur on the bat’s neck. It was a rectangle Gem with the color of mud, nothing like any Gem he’d seen before. The bat also had a strong smell to it and whiles it face wasn’t scrunch in a terrifying way, its piggish nose was actually cute to Steven.
He held out his hand. “I’m Steven.”
The bat looked at his hand. It stared at it and then at Steven. He smiled to it.
Suddenly the bat’s face winced. It clapped both its arms around its head and bawled with pain. An intense, torturous pain was evident in its cries.
“What’s wrong?!” Steven asked. The creature thrashed around and pushed Steven down.
Its body recoiled, twisting in violent ways as the rest of it trembled until it was brought to its knees. Steven started to shed tears out of sympathy pain. But as quickly as the attack came, it suddenly stopped with the bat looking back at Steven.
The bat jumped on Steven, grabbing him and hoisting him off the ground. Connie, Doug and Jasper raced to reach him, but they weren’t close enough to reach him in time. The creature sunk its fangs into Steven’s neck while he screamed out loud. The rest of the Crystal Gems immediately stopped what they were doing to rush to Steven’s aid. Steven could feel his limited strength being drained as a rush of blood surged out of his neck. The bat stopped tossed Steven aside. It was then that Jasper slammed her fist across its face.
A roar that outshined all others before it broke the sounds of the battle and stopped everything. The creature’s eyes glowed. Its wings were retracted back into its body, only to reappear with another set of wings behind the first two. The claws on its feet grew in size. Its body expanded, growing bigger until it stood taller than Citrine. Jasper punched its face again, but on the third punch the bat caught her fist with its mouth, biting down hard on her hand which even caused her to cry out, something Steven had never seen before.
A purple whip sliced through the air in a crackle, coiling itself around the bat’s thick neck until it was tied. Amethyst held the end of it with both hands and with Tiger biting down on it to help her. Together the two strangled the bat tightly enough that it was forced to let go of Jasper and turn its attention to them.
Meanwhile the Ruby monsters continued their attacks on the other Crystal Gems. This time Blue Pearl and Yellow Pearl were caught in the struggle. Neither of them were as experienced fighters as their lovers.
“Pearl!” Lapis screamed, diving down to stand in front of her. Her hand of water swatted at the Rubies, but it was then that she noticed many of the rats were some she’d already tossed away, having made their way back to the battlefield.
Citrine protected Yellow Pearl.
The bat wrapped grabbed the whip with all four of its hands and pulled Amethyst and Tiger off the ground. It caught Amethyst’s face with its talons and slammed her into the ground. It kicked the still tired Tiger in his stomach.
Connie swooped in and threw a barrage of slashes, but the creature’s speed had increased with its new form, dodging each one without trouble. It caught the sword with its teeth and broke it in two.
“CONNIE!” Steven cried. He couldn’t move his feet.
Steven yanked off his helmet and threw it as a football which crashed into the bat’s large eye. Doug sneakily carried Connie away.
Amethyst got back up and summoned to whips to her hands. She coiled one around the bat’s right wing and one around its left leg. Her hands glowing bright purple, she snapped the whip which sent a spark of energy that struck the creature and broke its footing enough for her to pull with all her strength and down it. Jasper came in and slammed both her fist down on its back, a colossal amount of power that could crush any enemy. It wasn’t enough to keep the bat down completely.
The bat turned and crunched on Jasper’s shoulder. It jumped and wrapped its entire body around her like a snake. While it bit down on her shoulder, it took all of Jasper’s strength just to stay on her feet, unable to fight back because of its grip on her.
“Mom!”
“Jasper!” Greg screamed out of his van’s window as he parked it next to Doug’s car. He got out in a hurry.
It was the first time he saw the monster that had taken his son. Though the misshapen body of the creature was a bit odd, Greg was able to identify it right away as looking like a bat. And for once in his life, Greg knew an edge on the enemy that the Gems didn’t. He raced to the other side of his van and ripped the doors open.
“What is he doing?” Citrine asked Yellow Pearl.
“I have no idea with that man,” she said.
Greg pulled out his amp and his electric guitar. He gave his son a look of confidence as he started to tune the instrument while the battle was still happening. When Jasper could no longer stand, dropping to one knee, Greg raised the volume on the amp to its highest setting and strummed the guitar.
The sound was high, so high that went over the heads of the other Crystal Gems, Doug and Greg himself. Steven and Connie heard it well and they covered their ears to block out the uncomfortable sound. But they heard another sound over: the bat’s screams. Before they turned to see it, the bat released Jasper and was on the ground holdings its puffed ears. Greg strummed the chords again and suddenly the other Rubies began to feel the pain their leader had.
None of them believed the scene in front of them. Before their eyes, an entire army of monsters and their leader were brought to the brink of defeat with only the unheard sounds of Greg’s guitar.
“You guys want to take care of them?” Greg asked, continuing to strum. “Do your thing, Honey!”
Jasper shook off the pain. Though it seemed unthinkable she was even more angry than before. She reeled her fist high above her head and delivered it crashing back down into the bat’s face between it eyes. It was the punch that did it as the bat exploded into a puff of dust; its Gem landing on the soft ground. In a matter of seconds the rest of the Crystal Gems did the same to the vulnerable Rubies, poofing and bubbling them. Each of them tapped on the bubbles until the bat’s Gem remained. Jasper had bubbled it but Steven stopped her from sending it away.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t talk. But don’t worry, I’m going to help you guys one day,” Steven said to the bubbled Gem. He nodded to his mom who quickly tapped it, and the bubble vanished.
Greg hugged his son tight. Steven, who was considerably stronger than Greg, even when tired, hugged harder.
“Dad that was amazing! How did you know music was their weakness?”
“Oh, I recognized the big one looked like a bat. Bats have hyper sensitivity to high frequency noises, so I adjusted the amp to make a noise that would beat them,” Greg explained, humble in his response.
“That’s some strategy, Greg,” said Jasper, pulling him closer to her. He blushed.
“I must admit that sounds rather genius,” said Citrine.
“Wait a moment, how do you know so much about their kind?” Yellow Pearl questioned, most likely jealous of Citrine’s praise being on someone other than herself.
“I took some classes as the community college when I got to Beach City. Most of it’s a blur though but I do remember that from Biology class. Sure wished I didn’t ditch so many days though,” he said.
“Nice licks, Greg,” said Doug. “Of course you didn’t see my wicked skills with my flashlight. I knocked about twenty of them with a single swing.”
“Really? That’s amazing, Maheswaran. Maybe you could teach me to use that thing sometime.”
Connie leaned into Steven’s ear. “Your dad is so cool.”
“So is yours,” he whispered back. Peridot quickly jumped in between them and held Steven in her arms, shooting Connie a suspicious look.
“He didn’t really knock out twenty of them,” said Blue Pearl who documented the entire fight as fast as she could write.
“Its good to exaggerate sometimes, BP,” said Lapis.
Citrine went over to Amethyst. Jack kept his distance from her, not even turning to look at her or else he’d become angered. “I’m glad you showed up when you did. You must really care about Steven,” she said.
“Yeah well, I owe him one okay,” said Amethyst. She hid her blush when Steven smiled back at her.
The merry celebration of the victory they achieved was halted for a moment. Steven parted from Peridot and stood in front of his mother with a sunken face. The others remained silent as he looked up at her.
“I’m sorry, Mom, I should’ve listened to you. You were right, I was too tired to do anything,” said Steven. His eyes watered.
Jasper knelt down and hugged her son. “I’m sorry too, kiddo. I know you meant well but I’m happy just seeing you healthy. You don’t have to push yourself so much for me; I already think you’re pretty great. And someday you’ll be stronger then me.”
Steven cried into his mother’s chest. “Am…Am I still grounded?”
“No, but I don’t want you training at night anymore. I’ll train with you whenever you want, okay?”
Steven was too happy to speak. He nodded in her chest.
Jasper held her son’s hand as they made the walk back. Connie went back with her dad in his car and the rest crammed together in Greg’s van. It would be a long trip back to Beach City while in a tight car.
Steven was too tried to last the entire drive. He fell asleep on his mother’s lap. His dreams told him to tell the others about the cloaked figure but he was too deep in his slumber to wake up.
The black cloud of smog that spewed out from the van was left hovering over the cemetery. Its density made it drop to the soil and paint the decaying grass with the tiniest bits of an unidentifiable black substance. The figure that watched them leave scraped a bit of the blackness with the tip of her finger and quickly brushed it off. She watched the van full of Gems leave.
“Nine Gems. Two Quartzes, an Agate, a Peridot, a Lapis, two Pearls, and two hybrids. They’ll make perfect subjects.”
The figure inside the cloak vanished. The black rags melted to the ground and flew away with the chilling breeze.
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Slugger
I was always predisposed to violence. I don’t know why, but ever since I was a child, I was starting fist fights over the silliest things. What some might think is a curse eventually became a blessing when the world turned upside down.
I still remember it all, like a dream. I was fourteen. You see, humans are really only good at three things. Eating, killing, and reproducing. Ironically, reproduction was the ultimate cause behind the deaths of billions. I should be more specific: Overpopulation was the cause behind the deaths of billions.
When too many people are in one place, it doesn’t take long before they use all the resources available. This was precisely the problem. Once the population of earth hit 12 billion, there was no way for the planet to sustain the first world nations as we were living. Therefore, people ran out of food, diseases spread, and civilization fell.
It was only a few months before people descended into insanity. Neighbor killing neighbor and eating anything and everything they could find. Those who didn’t die of hunger or disease fought others for scraps of bread and cans of peas. When the scraps ran out, the cannibalism started. It wasn’t long before the once United States became a broken land of violence. Those who were weak died, and those who were strong survived. I was one of the strong ones.
I am not afraid to admit I’ve eaten people. I still do. It’s what I have to do. That is how my aggression and lack of empathy saved my life. When I see someone wandering around, searching in the dirt for any nuts or seeds to eat, my mouth waters. I’ve kept a Louisville slugger from my youth, but now it’s gnarled and marred. Stained with blood and filth unknown. This is my weapon, and my most prized possession.
It’s easy to take a life. It’s a simple act, and I’ve gotten good at it. A quick swing to the base of the back of the skull, and the body crumples. From there, I can butcher my favorite cuts at my leisure. The best parts are the fatty parts. Chest, thighs, butts. At first, I didn’t like the taste. Human meat was chewy and bland. But now, I crave it. And that scares me to no end.
Nine years after the world fell, I am walking around the woods of the Midwest beating people to death and eating them. Most kids want to grow up to be firemen or doctors, but I grew up to be a cannibal. Such is life. I know I’m gross. I know I’m emaciated. I know the meat can’t sustain me forever. But for now, I have no reason to stop doing what I’m doing.
I’ve been walking these woods for years, now. I know them well. My house wasn’t more than a mile from this patch of gnarled trees. I used to play here as a kid. Games like cops and robbers and hide and seek. Normal kids stuff. Nowadays, it’s my hunting ground. A long path winds through the 12 mile stretch of woods. Generally, survivors think it’s a shortcut so they head through to stay out of the way of the bigger groups of cannibals. Good thing nobody ever hears about me.
The woods today aren’t the same. I made a bed for myself in the dead leaves, near the edge of the wood to the south. I couldn’t quite explain it, but it seemed fuller. Instead of growing wary, I grew hungry. I walked to the path, and it didn’t take long for me to find tracks. Five sets. Two large, and three sweet little pairs of feet leaving their mark in the soft dirt of the path. I sling my bat across my back with an old piece of nylon rope, and check to see that my rusty butcher knife is snugly in my belt. All set. The hunt begins.
The steps are short. They aren’t moving fast, which means they’re probably starving. That makes the hunt easier, but the payoff isn’t quite as gratifying. A family of five? That is practically a feast for someone like me. I follow them, keeping an eye on the sinking sun through the trees. The footsteps are getting closer together. They’re getting tired. The sun has nearly dropped over the horizon when I smell it. I smell smoke.
I get off the path, but continue moving forward. Slowly, I inch towards their coordinates. As it gets darker, my eyes adjust to the low light. Then, I spot it. A speck of light through the brush. It is the unmistakable glow of a campfire. I can’t help but smile at my good fortune.
I slide through the leaves toward their camp. I can hear their ragged breathing over the crackle of the fire. The mother coos softly to her crying children. My prediction was spot on. A man, roughly 40. Bearded and gray, his eyes have lost all spark of hope. The mother is about the same age. She might’ve been pretty, but her skin is stretched over her bones like canvas and it looked like her hair is starting to fall out. The children are obviously the priority of the parents. Though skinny, they are fed far better than their parents. The oldest, a boy, was about 8. His sisters are smaller; probably 6 and 4.They will be my targets.
I sit in the leaves and wait patiently, making absolutely sure to not make a sound. Of course they don’t detect me. They’re too tired. Mother and father feed the children a handful of acorns they shelled by breaking with a rock. Not long after dinner, the children fall into a deep, motionless sleep. The mother leans her head in the father’s lap and drifts into a fitful slumber. The father pokes at the fire with a stick and watches his family. His eyes dart from his son, to his daughters, to his wife, and back to his son. He takes one last look around his makeshift campsite before closing his eyes.
I continue to wait, to ensure they are all in a deep enough sleep. Finally, I make my move. I creep forward, practically drooling with anticipation. It takes all of my self control to not sprint at them. I have to plan my next moves carefully. The boy is closest to me, so I’ll grab him first. Hopefully I can quietly drag him off and come back for the rest.
In the dying fire light, I can see the young boy’s face. He looks so innocent sleeping among the leaves. I make my move. I grab the boy, looping my right arm under his arm pit and my hand around the back of his neck, and using my left hand to cover his mouth. I pull him away as quickly as I can. He kicks and struggles but he is far too weak to break my hold. I could laugh at how easy it is, but not just yet. I keep dragging the boy, whispering to him, trying to keep him calm, but to no avail.
Once I reach a suitable distance, I throw the boy down. I take the bat off my back and leave it next to him. He looks up at me, tears in his eyes. Nothing personal, kid. I reach behind me and grab the knife. It flashes in a panel of moonlight coming down through the tree branches. He knows it’s the end. I drag the knife along his fragile neck and watch the blood well up. A few seconds later, he is lifeless. Of course, I can hardly savor the kill, knowing there’s much more work to be done.
I retrace my steps back to the camp and I’m delighted to see that nobody has noticed the absence of their prodigal son. The two girls are sleeping next to each other, so I mentally flip a coin. Heads. I guess I’ll grab the older one. I walk brazenly over to her sleeping form, and prepare to grab her the same way I grabbed her brother. I reach my right arm forward and grab her up, but as my left hand clamps over her mouth she wakes with a start and kicks out hard, striking her younger sister. The younger girl cries out, and the mother sits bolt upright. The father’s eyes snap open and lock with mine. If only looks could kill. I see him jerk his right hand, and see a glint of metal. A knife? No, it’s a gun. Is it loaded? I’m not going to stick around to find out. I bolt out, back to where I left the boy.
I need to reach my bat. I sprint through the dark forest, but I can hear the man behind me. I think I’m losing him but it’s too risky to look back to check. I just keep my head down and keep running.
I think I’m getting close. I know I’m getting close. I keep running. Suddenly, my foot catches on something and I fall, barely able to catch myself. I look back to see what I tripped on. It’s the corpse of the boy. I spot my bat, and take it up. Before I can turn to run again, I hear footsteps. I look up to see the man, standing in front of me, panting heavily, holding a .45 caliber pistol.
I ask him if it’s loaded. He doesn’t respond. Maybe he’s too winded. His eyes are so angry, flipping between me and his son’s corpse. I tell him his son didn’t put up a fight. Still, he says nothing. I doubt the gun is loaded; I just need to force his hand. I bare my teeth at him. They’re broken, brown, rotted. They’re good for ripping up meat, I say. His breathing is beginning to return to normal, but still he says nothing. I was going to eat your son, I tell him. What, is this guy made of stone? Finally, I can’t stand the awkward silence. I pull my knife from my belt and crouch over his son. I hear a click. The man has cocked his pistol. I look at him for a moment, waiting. He does nothing, so I press the knife to the boy’s chest. I hear him speak for the first time. He says just one word. “Don’t”. I look at him incredulously. He puts his finger on the trigger. I start to slide the knife back and forth, slicing through the boy’s body. He repeats himself. There’s no way he has any ammo. He would’ve shot by now. I don’t take my eyes off him, but continue my work. His hand tenses. I see the slight movement and suddenly–
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Dance with the Devil
[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit-and-run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He built a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities on other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
fulfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut-throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well-guarded
And they wanted to test him before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
"This is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw."
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming, "Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!"
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, 'til he broken her jaw
Them dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
Her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness for what she'd gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
[Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, 'cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
His corruption had successfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, 'cause god wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen 'cause the story that I'm telling is true
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact, I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted
You have a self-destructive destiny when you're inflicted
And you'll be one of god's children that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because a dance with the devil might last you forever
[Hidden end feat. Diabolic]
[Immortal Technique]
Oh y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh? Well it's not.
You didn't count on a fallen angel getting back into the grace of god and coming after you.
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
Your producers ain't shit. Your fuckin' A & R ain't shit.
I'll fuckin' wipe my ass with your demo deal.
Yo, Diabolic, take this motherfucker's head off!
[Diabolic]
Go 'head and grip Glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface
I'm overheatin' your receiving circuits by unleashin' deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeat the purpose
Like President Bush takin' bullets for the secret service
Beyond what y'all fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no compassion like havin' a straight-faced orgasm
Tour jack 'em
Have his half-a-ten bitch suck my friend's dick
In the mean time, you can french kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic
A one-man brigade spreading cancer plague
This fuckin' a pussy's face
Holdin' a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin'
Faggot, you're less than nothin'
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction
[Immortal Technique]
You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
Storm the planet huntin' you down, 'cause I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique'll destroy your religion, you stupid bitch
You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you, fuck usin' a chrome piece
I'm illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever your head diagonally for thinkin' of dissin' me
And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy brain-washed your psychology
So you're nothing, like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology
Usin' numerology to count the people I sent to Heaven
Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7
You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you not a motherfuckin' thug yet
Your mind is empty and spacious
Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture and erases
Face it, you're too basic
You're never gonna make it
Like children walking through Antarctica, butt naked
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