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sneakybananabox · 2 years

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The Twins take on Belvoire Ch. 2

Thank you for the positive feedback from chapter 1.

Warnings: Cursing

Chapter 2

All Bea could do was watch this trainwreck happen in what felt like slow motion. Her sister was coming face to face with the woman she spent the night with. The woman who also happened to be their Anthro professor. Bea was tempted to look around for cameras to see if maybe they were being Punk’d. Of course, Ashton Kutcher never came out.

“There is no problem here Professor Kingsley. Sabina and I were just talking about girl things.” Chloe sweetly replied with a sparkle in her eyes. She eyed the professor sweetly. She had heard about professor dreamy; this was the first class she signed up for.

Sabina didn’t know if she was more shocked by the woman, she slept with being her professor or Chloe using her actual name. It sounded nice coming from Chloe. Wait no she needed to stop. She had to deal with the matter at hand and stop getting distracted by pretty women. Should she transfer out of the class? Will it be weird between them? She knew every inch of Ina. Maybe it won’t be so bad. If she was lucky maybe she could get extra special tutoring just to spend time with Ina.

“Get to your seats you two.” Ina said while going to the front of the room. Ina didn’t even give Sabina a second look.

Sabina went back to sit next to Bea and of course the only spot open for Chloe was next to her. She wished the universe would take her to dinner first before being fucked. Can the universe give a bitch a break?

“Don’t get too excited with me sitting next to you, Farmhand.” Chloe scowled at Sabina.

“Don’t worry I won’t, just try not to fall in love with me.” Sab smirked. She winked at Chloe. She may be crazy, but she is pretty sure she saw a blush. Chloe has a weakness.

“In your dreams. Just because you are attractive doesn’t mean everyone is going to swoon for you.”

“Chloe, did you just call me attractive? So, you do like me. I knew you couldn’t resist this Midwest charm.”

“W-what no absolutely not. I would never.” Chloe couldn’t help, but stutter.

“Both of you shut up. I am trying to listen to Professor Kingsley.” Bea was ready to throw a book at the both of them. Why is Sab even flirting right now knowing she just slept with a professor. Of course, her sister has gotten into trouble on the first day of classes. Every time Sab gets into sticky situations she always has to clean up after her. Don’t get it wrong, she loves her sister and would do anything for her, but sometimes it feels like all she does is get into trouble and flirt with women.

After class when everyone cleared out Sabina stayed behind. She had to talk to Ina, especially after such a long night spent together.

“Well, Hello there professor.” Sab approached Ina confidently.

Ina never looked up from her laptop.

“Is there something I could help you with Ms. Hughes?”

“Wow, how formal. I wouldn’t expect it considering I know how you tas-.”

“Ms. Hughes last night was a mistake. I didn’t know you were a student, and it was completely wrong.” Ina was frustrated. How could she make such a mistake? She would never imagine that she could get herself in such a predicament. She was jaded by Sab’s charisma, her toned arms, and the bright smile. She thought about her lips against her neck. Wait no this is exactly how she got into this.

“We had a nice night, Ina. How can you sit there and tell me it was a mistake?” Sabina felt her stomach tighten. She couldn’t tell why her words hurt. She has been with many women. She never actually committed to anyone. It just wasn’t her thing. It would be just another person she would disappoint, and she couldn’t handle that. She felt as if her parents would always remind her how much of a disappointment she was and she can’t handle her partner doing the same.

“As I stated Ms. Hughes last night was wrong. It is best if we just keep our relations to just the professor/student. Now if you don’t have any questions about Anthropology, I have work I must attend to.” Ina couldn’t look at Sab. Of course, she had an amazing night. Sabina was so different from others she had met. The woman she spent the night with might not let others in, but Ina could see through her armor. She wanted to be loved just like anyone else. While they participated in more intimate activities, they spent quite a bit of time just talking in bed while the hours passed. It was one of the best nights Ina has ever had, but she had a career to protect. Everything she had worked for would be lost, years of work down the drain. Ina doesn’t know if she could just start from scratch.

“Well then, sorry for my mistake then professor. I will be leaving then.” Sabina thought their night would have meant more. She had shared certain parts of herself with Ina. Maybe it was the drinks and how warm she felt with Ina that allowed her to share herself. It was a mistake she won’t be making again. God, she needed a drink or coffee. Maybe even both.

After the first day of classes Bea and Zoey were sitting on the couch. It was syllabus day so there wasn’t much work to be done. Bea was already done with what little homework was done and was already skipping ahead.

“Jeez Bea, how are you already done? We practically just started work.” Zoey wondered what kinda robot she was rooming with.

“I don’t know. I was always a bookworm when I was younger, and I guess I never lost it.”

Before Zoey could tease Bea, Sab walked into the living room after slamming the door. She stomped past them going into her room. She dolphin dived onto her bed. Zoey and Bea could only look at each other confused.

“Hey Sab, how was your day?” Bea yelled out to her sister.

“Oh, you know the usual. Chloe was an ass as usual. I got sorta dumped but we weren’t dating so I don’t think it really counts. I thought maybe since we were in a new place, I could try a new me. I was wrong and disappointed again. This is why I don’t like opening up.”

“Okay doom and gloom. We need to get out tonight. Lucky for us there is always a frat party. We aren’t invited, but these frat boys are easy. Pretty women are practically Kryptonite.” Zoey hopped up and jumped on top of Sab.

“Zoey, as much as I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, kissing some frat boy's ass to go to some shitty party sounds like it will make me feel worse. Sticky floors and the smell of shitty beer. It makes my stomach nauseous thinking about it. What kind of fraternity has a party on a Wednesday anyway?”

“Maybe at other colleges, but this is Belvoire. You haven’t seen anything yet. Every day is a reason to party for them. Now get your cute sad butt up.”

“I will get up, but you are all sitting on me.” Sab turned, throwing Zoey off onto the floor.

“Great, now I will have a bruise on my ass cheek. You will pay for that Sab. Bea! You get ready because you are coming out with us. Roomie night!!”

Zoey had helped pick out the two girls’ outfits for tonight. She ordered them all clothes and even had them delivered. It was like door dash for the designer. Sabina had a designer leather jacket paired with her favorite skinny jeans. They hugged her in all the right places. She had her hair down for the night. Bea sported a white shirt with a dark denim jacket and a pair of black shorts. Zoey walked in to check on her two roomies.

“Wow, I have the two hottest roommates on campus. I can’t wait to make everyone jealous.” Zoey dressed in a fitted black dress. It cradled her curves, Sabina’s jaw dropped.

“You are talking about us as if you don’t have a mirror in your room. I don’t know if any words I could use would even do you justice.” Sabina put her arm out for Zoey to hold. “Milady, may I escort you to tonight's festivities.”

“Sabina such a sweet talker, but I won’t deny such chivalry. You are driving though.” Zoey linked her arm to Sabina’s.

“Yes, hello I am here too guys. Also, you look amazing Zoe.” Bea followed the pair to Sabina’s Jeep.

After arriving at the Alphas house. They were stopped in front by a guy about their age.

“Well Hello Michael fancy seeing you here.” Zoey smiled at him, using her sweet voice.

“I don’t think you and the farmhands are on the list Zoey.”

“Who are you calling Farmhand?” Sabina was having a shit day and was not about to take it anymore from this weasel. Zoey put her hand on Sab’s arm to calm her.

“Actually, we are here to show you how we party in Farmsville Michael. Unless you frat bros can’t handle it.” Bea confidently walked up.

“Oh, you are so on Hughes. I think we will give you a run for your money.”

“Well bring it. My sister, Zoey and I are forces to be reckoned with.”

The trio walked into the house and out into the backyard. The house was spotless and not a single spot was sticky. Of course, they have their home cleaned regularly. Bea shouldn’t be surprised. Some of the kids of the wealthiest people in the U.S attended this school. The backyard felt like walking onto a country club. A pool with a waterfall and waterslide. The water wasn’t clear though. It was a bright color and smelled like lime? Jello? These rich kids were weird. They had a DJ mixing on top of the rocks near the waterfall. People were dancing, drinking, and playing games. Bea was surprised, but she was glad she came out. She would spend nights staying back home and barely went out. Now was her time to enjoy herself and have fun. As she eyes the pool a guy jumped off the rocks and sunk into the green viscous liquid.

“Yea Ford!” The boys cheered on the jello.

“Alright let's get some drinks and show these frat bros how it’s done.”

“Couldn’t agree more with that. I need a drink after today.”

Sabina went over to the bar and immediately downed two Tequila shots.

“Alright Sab pace yourself. We just got here.”

“Bea if you are going to mom me tonight, I will throw you into the jello pool.”

“Alright, your hangover tomorrow.”

“Ladies, we are here for a good time. Let’s leave the bickering at home.”

“Yea Bea don’t be a square.” Sabina saw a girl facing her way. She glanced at her and caught a blush on the girl. She sauntered over to her with two beers in hand. She extended a drink to the girl and smiled.

“I’m Sab. I couldn’t help but notice such a stunning woman without a drink. It’s such a crime no one has offered you one already.”

“I was just thinking the same thing Sab. I’m Hayley. Now are you going to make me wait for a dance too?”

“Forward. I like it.” Sabina led her new friend to where everyone was dancing. Sabina pulled Hayley closer as they swayed to the beat. Hayley put her arms around the taller woman’s shoulders. Sabina pulled closer by the hips.The more she looked into Hayley’s eyes the more she felt lost into the music. The alcohol hit her system. She leaned her head forward and waited for permission from her dance partner. Hayley closed the distance and they kissed earnestly. Sabina pulled her closer by the hips which elicited a soft moan. They kissed like time was about to run out. Sabina’s hands roamed Hayley’s body. Her skin felt as smooth as silk. Sab’s heart rate increased, but there was also something else settling inside her heart. They made out for what felt like eternity. After they finally had to come up for air.

“Well Sabina this has been nice, but I should check up with my Zetas.”

“Zetas? A sorority woman, even hotter.” Sab gave Hayley a devilish grin. Hayley took Sab’s phone from her pocket and entered her number.

“In case you ever get lonely Sab. Maybe I could help with some company.” She left her with one more kiss on her lips. After Hayley left the dance floor Sabina went back to the bar to get some more beer. Hayley was gorgeous, but it was just physical. It wasn’t like when she spent the night with Ina. The words of Ina calling her a mistake rang over and over in her head. The words settled in her chest and slowly darkened her heart. She promised herself she would never do this again. Not after the girl from Farmsville nearly destroyed her once before. She went over to the bar and grabbed a bottle. She gave a few 100-dollar bills to the bartender. She needed this pain gone.

Bea got roped into flip cup with the Alphas. Her team consisted of her, Ford, and Carter. The other team was Luis, Michael, and Liam. Ford started against Luis and got the team an early lead. Carter fumbled and of course Bea had to be quick for the win. Bea pulled the win and the boys erupted with excitement.

“Well Hughes you weren’t kidding about showing us up. I haven’t ever been dethroned.” Luis was quite impressed.

“You and your roommates will always be welcome to the Alphas house.” Liam smiled brightly.

Little did Bea know that a certain pink wearing being was watching the events unfold. Of course, Poppy had to attend all the parties. She had a reputation to uphold. Not to mention Carter was rushing the Alphas and she was the good girlfriend. Being the Zeta queen after her dad pulled some strings as a freshman no less, she would have to maintain the Greek relations. Something about Bea really grinds her gears. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, was it because she didn’t bow to her? Everyone feared the Min-Sinclairs, but she didn’t even bat an eye. She didn’t know of her father Piers and the power he holds in New York. She watched her outdrink the Alphas and dance with the group. Poppy could see her toned legs. She had a few tattoos on both legs which made her hotter. Besides being some annoying Midwest farmer, she was quite attractive. Her pride wouldn’t let her admit it out loud. She wasn’t blind though. Bea and her twin were quite the eye catchers. Something about Bea though was different. She had to push whatever thoughts about Bea away. It was time to show her who the queen really is.

“Wow boys I didn’t know you rented a petting farm for the party.” Poppy gave Bea a smirk.

“Hm, does someone hear that? It sounded like a wretched bitch flew in.” The Alphas tried to hide their laughter. Ford ran to grab a napkin after shooting beer out his nose. Bea watched as Poppy lost her smirk.

“Listen here, Farmhand. I don’t know how they do things in the middle of the cornfield where you're from, but I would watch how you talk to me. No one here stands against a Min-Sinclair and lives to tell the tale.” Poppy could feel the anger rise in her chest. Everyone bends to her whim. Who does this girl think she is!?

“Whoa there Pops, you look like you’re about to pop a vessel. In case you missed the memo. I am not just anyone. I’m not sure what gold nugget flew up your ass, but I don’t let bullies just walk over people. If you excuse me, I am going to hang out with my new friends.”

Bea started to walk past, but Poppy put hand to her chest.

“I will not be ignored Hughes!” Bea tried to hold back the surprise. Did Poppy just actually use her name?

“Pop, I am going to suggest you get your hand off of me.”

“Or else what pig g–”

“COWABUNGAA.” Ford jumped from the top of the waterfall into the jello pool. Lime jello shot out the pool and landed on the pool. A little lightbulb went off in Bea’s head.

Bea didn’t even let Poppy react, before throwing her over her shoulder. She tossed Poppy in with ease. Everyone could hear the squishy sound from Poppy’s landing. Throwing off her denim jacket, Bea dived in after Poppy.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Farmsville?! This outfit costs more than your pathetic life. Now I smell like a lime took a shit on me.” Poppy felt cold and sticky in every nook and cranny. When she got back to Zeta, she was going to spend at least an hour in her rainfall shower.

“Lighten up Poppy, we are at a party remember? Bea moved closer to Poppy. She smelled sweet and citrusy with almost a hint of cocoa. It was intoxicating. She had to admit there was something about Poppy being angry that made a little spark go off in her chest. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Where is this feeling coming from? Bea lifted herself from the pool. Poppy looked like she was struggling to get out. Her mom always taught her to help everyone she came across. She was probably going to regret showing the Zeta queen kindness, but it was built into her to help.If they didn’t start off with such a rocky relationship and Poppy didn’t seem so painfully straight she might have asked Poppy out in another timeline. She went over to where Poppy was and offered her a hand.

“I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole farmhand.” Bea could tell Poppy was furious.

“Listen we have been assholes to each other, let me do this and then you can go back to being a supervillain.”

Poppy thought for a second. Her Zeta girls were too busy flirting with the Alphas, not one of them even checked if she was okay. Everyone was too inebriated to even see what happened.

“Fine, just don’t use your freakish farm strength and rip my shoulder off.”

Poppy knew Bea would eventually show her weakness. Instead of letting Bea help her out she pulled with all her might so Bea would fall back into the pool. Poppy pulled herself out of the pool.

“I figured you would be too nice for your own good, Hughes. I don’t need anyone’s help. Let that be a lesson for next time. Don’t fuck with me.” Poppy sauntered off.

“Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” Bea muttered to herself. She felt disappointment well up in her chest. She could only curse her emotions for getting the best of her. She waded in the pool for a moment just trying to decipher her feelings. Zoey finally came over holding up Sab.

“Bea, I leave you alone for a second and here you are floating in a dessert.”

“Zoey, I do not have the time just help me out. Also, I see the tequila is catching up with my sister.”

“Yes, and she is practically a noodle, and I can barely support her. Get your cute butt out of that pool and help me.”

“Zoey, did I ever tell you that I think you are so beautiful?” Sab slurred, barely able to stand up. Bea came up on the other side of her sister and placed her arm around her.

“Alright sis, let’s get you home.”

Bea and Zoey walked/dragged Sab to the exit from the rager. The sound of music was drowned out by everyone’s phone going off at once. Everyone whispered while looking at the trio trying to exit.

Damn it’s always the hot ones who cheat.

Of course, those dumb cornhuskers couldn’t get into college otherwise.

Zoey pulled out her phone and quietly cursed under her breath.

“Bea, I know we have to get Sab home, but you should read this. We will have a lot of damage control to do.”

Bea looked at the bright screen and suddenly any drink she had left her system. Her eyes went wide as the headline of the T called the twins cheaters. It claimed they cheated on their SATs and through most of their classes. Who the fuck cheats in PE and how is that even possible!? What idiot came up with this?

“I should have known you two were in the wrong place.” Chloe walked up with a shit eating grin.

“Of course, it was you. It would have to be someone so dense.” Bea wanted to pummel Chloe for trying to fuck with her and Sab. Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone going off. It was an email from the Dean. Bea was still waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out and tell her that she was being pranked, but that would be too easy.

Dear Ms. Hughes,

Due to recent revelations, you and Sabina have been placed on academic probation. We will be investigating the authenticity of the evidence received. While we contact you high school administration and handle this situation, I expect you both to be on your best behavior. If you have any questions, feel free to contact the registrar office.

Regards,

Dean Steinhelm

Bea was sure her heart plummeted through her stomach and straight to the ground. How is she supposed to fix this? That dumb blonde has the twins walking on eggshells now. For now, though she just needed to get her sister back home. They loaded Sabina into her Jeep and Bea drove them home. Zoey sat in the back with Sab just to make sure she was ok. She slept most of the time while slurring incoherent sentences.

“Ina we can talk about this. Why do I have to be a mistake to everyone? I thought you understood me.” Sab quietly spoke in her sleep. Zoey sympathetically held her hand. She looked over to Bea to see if she could hear Sab’s ramblings. Bea was focused on driving with her furrowed brow. Probably still thinking about the dean’s email.

When they arrived in the dorm the two sober women helped carry Sabina into her room. Bea put a water bottle and some pain medication to help the hangover in the morning. Bea turned out the lights and left the room. She showered and changed into her pajamas letting her exhaustion from the night take her.

They better rest up now because tomorrow was time to deal with a shitstorm.

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#poppy x mc #poppy min sinclair #ina kingsley #zoey wade #chloe st james #dean steinhelm #pb choices #choices game #play choices #queen b choices

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originallovepassion · 3 years

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Rose Hathaway and Dean Winchester || part 1

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fangirlsoftheroundtable · 3 years

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“Broken Hearts”-Charlie Bradburry

I was a bit in a rewatch mood and that was the result of it

Warnings: Sadness, mention of death

Plot: When you lose the person that you hold the dearest it feels as if your heart is broken into countless pieces,unable to be fixed again.

Another notification popped on (Y/N)’s phone and she excitedly opened it, but frowned when she saw that it wasn’t from her girlfriend Charlie.

It was only recently that (Y/N) had learned what her occupation was, when Charlie knew she could trust her with a secret such as that and even though (Y/N) thought that it was a joke at first, she was quick to accept it at least when Charlie had proof of what she was claiming.

And she could see Charlie’s happiness in her eyes when she realised that (Y/N) she wouldn’t think that she was crazy or wasn’t going to run away from her and attempt to flee from everything that involved salt’n’burn business.

But now every time Charlie was away for a long time without any attempt of communicating with her, (Y/N) would feel the dread settling on her stomach. Yet every time, Charlie returned with a smile on her face. She always returned.

She looked at the clock on her phone and she was surprised by how late it was. She decided that she should at least try and sleep, something that she hadn’t succeeded in doing lately. So she lied on her bed, staring at the ceiling until fatigue silenced her thoughts.

A buzz awoke her from her slumber and when she realised that someone was calling her, she immediately rose from her bed, her hand reaching her phone and answering the call, not even bothering to check who it was.

“Hey” her tone was full excitement expecting to hear Charlie’s voice, but when she heard a male voice she was tempted to hang up, until she realised who’s voice it was. Dean.

She had met the Winchester boys a few days after Charlie had told her about the monsters that roamed the earth and, even though they didn’t seem all that fond of her knowing about that, when they saw that she had accepted and continued to want to be with Charlie they were quick to bond with her.

“Hello,(Y/N)” he greeted her, but his tone wasn’t cheery as always.

“What’s wrong, Dean? she questioned her heartbeat rising.

“It’s about Charlie” he seemed hesitant to utter those words, but when he did she felt unable to breathe.

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She drove as fast as she could where he said they were, not caring about speed limits. She dumped the car at the side of the road, running towards them.

Her eyes fell on the body and a sob left her mouth. She ignored them and she ran to Charlie’s corpse, embracing her as tears slipped down her face. She could barely see, her eyes blurry but the red stain was hard to ignore.

She couldn’t hold back her cries as she pleaded for her to wake up and hug her, but those pleads fell silent on the ears that (Y/N) wanted to hear them the most.

She felt strong arms wrap around her body from behind her and hot tears landing on her neck and she turned to find Dean crying with her and Sam staring at her with tears on his cheeks as well.

After what seemed like hours had passed, she finally stopped crying. Her eyes were throbbing from the pain. She rose from her seat, hesitantly releasing Charlie’s body from her grip, letting the boys wrap the corpse with a white sheet and place it on sticks and light the body on fire.

The flames danced in front of her and she felt her face heat up. The thought finally settled on her mind. She was dead, never to be seen again. The person that she had fell in love with no longer breathed.

She heard the voices of the boys but she paid no mind to them as she stared at the fire. Slowly, the never ending sadness she felt had been replaced by rage and she stormed towards them, surprising them.

“Why the hell is Charlie dead?” they have never expected to hear such an aggressive tone from her. The boys looked at each other before Dean started to tell her what had happened.

She remained silent as she heard how the person she loved had ended up dead and even though she knew that Sam hadn’t killed her she still felt a grudge growing in her heart blaming him for Charlie’s death and Sam knew that by the way she looked at him.

By the time Dean was done, she felt the need to distance herself from the boys, so she silently turned away from them and headed to the fire, Charlie’s body had almost burned to dust. But the silence that she desired was soon interrupted by Sam.

“I am truly sorry about your loss” he started and she realised that this phrase had a double meaning. He was indeed sorry for Charlie’s death. He felt responsible for her death and he blamed himself for the pain that she was feeling at the moment. He felt as if he had murdered a family member.

Her expression softened when she understood that she wasn’t the only one who was suffering and the Winchester boys cared about her as much as she did. So, as much as she wanted to blame him, curse at him, even hit him, she couldn’t do that to somebody that Charlie cared about so much that she would endanger her life to help.

“I am sorry for your loss as well” she curtly responded, her eyes never leaving the flames.

“Was the archive that she protected safe?” it was a silly thought but she felt that a piece of Charlie’s soul belonged to her work and she would definitely feel a little better if her death wasn’t all for nothing.

“Yes” he responded, slightly surprised by the question. “But Dean doesn’t want to use it.”

“What?” her voice almost rose but she managed to control herself. “I cannot change the fact that she is dead, but I sure as hell will not let her death be in vain.”

Once again he was surprised by her response, but he agreed.

“If you need help, I will help you” she assured him and even though she knew that she wouldn’t be much of a help, she wanted to help the boys who Charlie had considered as brothers.

Sam managed to smile at her tries to support him, before convincing her to join Dean to watch the flames burn the remnants of Charlie.

And they all stood there, together, as their hearts were breaking.

#charlie bradbury #supernatural #SPN #charlie bradbury x reader #dean #dean winchester #sam #sam winchester #winchester #castiel #cass #one shot #angst #angst oneshot #Zoey's imagines

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waynes-multiverse · 3 years

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Dean Winchester Masterlist

SERIES

Plastic Hearts Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory. (25/25 – Complete)

To Be Human Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Reporter!Reader Dean and Y/N have been best friends and inseparable since they were kindergartners, leading somewhat boringly normal lives in Lawrence City, Kansas. Now all grown up, Dean is working as a firefighter and Y/N as a reporter until one fateful night changes not only their lives but also their friendship forever. (In Progess – 26/?)

Don’t Blame Me Saga Dean Winchester x FBI Agent!Reader As an FBI profiler and special agent, you’re at the peak of your career. There are only two serial killers you’ve never been able to catch: the Winchesters. For twelve years, you’ve been hot on their heels, thinking they had murdered your partner, but what happens when you actually find the brothers? Season 1 – 4 (In Progress Season 3 – 20/40)

‘Tis The Damn Season Engineering Student!Dean Winchester x Biology Student!Reader Dean’s had his eyes on a mysterious girl on campus since his first week at MIT. After yet another accidental run-in with his dream girl, will he finally get a chance for more this holiday season? (9/9 – Complete)

Starry Nights Mechanic!Dean Winchester x OFC Feeling lost and unsure of her future, globetrotter Zoey Lafitte returns home after graduating college and decides to spend the summer in Granite Creek, Colorado, with her old friends and family. Dean’s more than happy to see the familiar face in town again and wonders if this time she might stay. But where will her journey to happiness lead her? (22/22 – Complete)

ONE SHOTS

Cruel Summer Dean Winchester x F!Reader Request for Dirty Drabbles.

Scream Dean Winchester x F!Reader Request for Dirty Drabbles.

Motel Diablo Dean Winchester x F!Reader Request for Dirty Drabbles.

Love On The Brain Dean Winchester x F!Reader Dean and Y/N – hunting partners, bunker roommates & idiots in love. Sam is fed up with their constant “will they/won’t they” bullshit and decides to move things along with his own plan until these two fated lovers’ paths finally cross one night – naked.

Labyrinth Dean Winchester x F!Reader A dangerous Wendigo hunt takes the Winchesters and their companion to an abandoned mine shaft and a maze of tunnels. Dean, on the other hand, not only has to find an exit in an underground cave system but also fights against his feelings for a young huntress as he battles through a labyrinth of thoughts and fears.

Mercilessly Demon!Dean Winchester x F!Reader Once upon a time, there was a heroic, green-eyed hunter, but now, not much of him and his emerald eyes are left after he made a grave mistake and broke the wrong girl’s heart, leaving her empty behind. Y/N, however, is dressed for revenge and ready to take back what once belonged to her…

Everything I Wanted Dean Winchester x F!Reader For once, Dean Winchester had everything he ever wanted and was convinced he’d found a glitch in the matrix of bad luck and heartbreak – until his dream turned into a nightmare. Alternate ending to On The Beach.

On The Beach Dean Winchester x F!Reader A few moons ago, on a hunt like any other, Dean unexpectedly met a girl who not only spun his head around in the blink of a literal eye but also made the brave hunter face some of his biggest fears to date.

It’s Just A Spark Dean Winchester x F!Reader When Dean gets into the usual trouble, he doesn’t necessarily expect to meet someone unusual. Y/N’s an enigma he can’t seem to shine a light on, leaving him to wonder if there’s such a thing as meeting someone twice.

Face To Face Dean Winchester x Doctor!Reader Seven years have gone by since she’s last seen her ex-boyfriend Dean after he left her with a broken heart – until one night when he ends up on her doorstep again and asks for help.

Love Dean Winchester x F!Reader x Love Quinn (You) When you and your boyfriend stumble into a sunny bakery in California, it quickly takes a dark turn after meeting the mysterious owner. Can your relationship survive a crazy psycho bitch?

Creature Of The Night Dean Winchester x F!Reader When her car breaks down on a dark lonely road, she is lucky a handsome stranger takes her in. Grateful, she is willing to do anything to repay his kindness.

Lights, Camera, Action... Bartender!Dean Winchester x Film Student!Reader When Dean’s girlfriend has to leave for an internship in LA, she wants to make sure her boyfriend has enough entertainment to keep him afloat while she’s gone.

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Childhood Crush

Summary; Dean Winchester x Fe!OC -> Dean and Zoey grew up together, they lived across from one another when they were children and their dad's hunted together. But when time begins to move on, and they begin to see each other over and over and over again, will something grow from what they once knew?

Warning; FLUFF, spn hunts, spn level violence, fade to smut, love, swearing, long fic etc.

Dean and Zoey had known each other since they were 2 years old. Of course, she had only been a baby at the time, but same difference.

They lived directly across the street, Dean's bedroom window looked directly across from Zoey's nursery. And, as they both grew up, every night Dean would get out of his bed once Mary and John had tucked him in. Dean would crawl off his bed and kneel on his window bench, open his curtains a little and wave. Zoey couldn't see him, but he did it anyway.

Except, when he was four and she was two...everything changed. John roped Michael - Zoey's dad - into helping him. Both of the men had a fansination with hunting.

The years that followed, Zoey would stay home with her mom until Mike deemed her old enough to come with them. But, even from a young age, she knew that there had to be something better than this. Something better than watching Dean raise Sam, better than watching both boys learn how to handle weapons rather than learn how to solve 5th grade math. Better than...this life. Hunting.

However, as much as she cared for the boys, there was something that always made her closer to Sam. They understood one another. They had their love for school and a normal life in common. Whereas, Zoey and Dean...well...they butted heads more than they got along.

It had started from a young age. How to clean weapons. Who was better in the Scooby-Gang. What life was better.

But there were two key moments both could remember where everything came to a head. The first was when she was 14 and he was 16.

John and Mike had gone out on another hunt and with Zoey's mom out of the country for a business meeting, it meant all three kids were staying at Bobby's.

"And Dean will be training you."

"Training me? Why does he have to train me? I don't need training."

"Yes, you do. And Dean's the best."

Meanwhile, John was giving the same talk to Dean. But rather than talking back, all Dean said was, "Yes, Sir."

But once they finally left, Dean would come to regret underestermating her and everything that he'd known about her.

Bobby watched from the kitchen window, fixing up some grub for them to eat for the night. Sam was sat in the living room with his english homework writing up an essay to do Gullivers Travels.

Every now and again, he looked up to see Dean and Zoey talking. Well, more like...arguing calmly. But after twenty minutes, Bobby cursed loudly, dropped the plate into the kitchen sink and ran outside.

Zoey had been sparring with Dean when all of a sudden, Dean got into a readied stance and Zoey shocked him by running up the side of a car, jumping over his shoulders and within a few moments found himself on the ground with Zoey stood above him, his arm twisted and her foot on his chest.

"Boy, are you okay?" Bobby asked as Zoey eventually let him go. She had to walk away, her rage still rattling her. Bobby helped Dean up from the ground who was just as shocked, if not more, than Bobby.

"What the hell was that?" Bobby asked, turning to look at her.

"That was sparring."

"No, that was nearly killing Dean!"

Zoey looked from Bobby to Dean, making a point of repeating his words back to him. "What? I thought he could handle my 'girly' fighting. Besides, isn't what this is meant to be? Us learning how to defend ourselves against those things out there? Because apparently school work isn't as important."

There was a hammered silence between the three of them. Zoey looked down with her hand on her hips, taking in deep breaths before she finally looked up. "I'm gonna go help Sam with his homework."

Once she was out of ear shot and inside the house, Bobby looked back to Dean and checked him over. He had a small cut on his forehead from where she'd cut him or where he'd fell and cut himself. Zoey had done everything so fast, Dean just really dropped to the floor without any warning.

"I've got a kit upstairs. You know where it is. Go and clean it. Did you know she had that in her?"

Dean just shook his head but soon regretted it because only now did he realise the ammount of pressure that was inside his head.

"No. I didn't even know she could punch as hard as she did."

"She punched you?" Bobby hadn't seen that part.

Dean had to let out a chuckle. If he didn't, he wondered if he might actually cry. "Yeah, earlier. I told her to take a swing at me."

"Did you try and stop it?"

Dean just shrugged at Bobby's question. But he wasn't asking it out of worry, he was asking it because he didn't think Dean was that dumb.

"What? I've never seen her punch anything before. I didn't know she knew how to fight! You didn't!"

"Alright, get inside. Grub's almost done." And as Dean walked away, all Bobby could do was remove his cap, fix his hair before replacing the cap on his head, shake his head and mumble. "Kids."

The second time everything came to a head and when Dean and Zoey came very close to killing one another was when he was 17 and she was only 15.

Zoey had voulenteered to go with Mike and John on the hunting trip. She was done with her mid-terms and Sam had been begging her to go and, if she didn't feel anything else towards his older brother, she would have wanted to go just to see him.

Zoey sometimes wondered if she did harbour a crush on Dean Winchester but then he'd do something that would make her want to kill him, or punch him, or...she didn't know. Embarrass him in front of the girls at school so maybe he'd actually listen to her.

Dean had a habit of that. Not listening to her.

One day, Mike and John had decided to take the kids into the woods to 'train' them again. It was fucked up to Zoey, and secretly to Dean. Dean was okay with doing it himself, but John making Sam do it? Mike roping Zoey into it? No. Absolutley Not.

They'd set up different traps and senarios for them to go around to make sure they could defend themselves in the best way possible.

They were soldiers getting ready for battle.

Zoey and Dean found themselves together on a team. Mike on his own and Sam and John together. It was the first time Dean had actually seen a smile on Sam and John's face in a long time. And they were smiling together. That made Dean feel happier than ever.

But, as they got around, Zoey and Dean found themselves cornered. Or lost. They didn't really know.

"We're lost." Zoey called out to Dean as she looked around but he just shushed her.

"What? It's not like they can hear us. This is probably apart of it. Get lost in the woods and find your way out and back home safely."

Dean shushed her again. Zoey just rolled her eyes.

"I can see you doing that."

"You're not even looking at me."

"But I can feel you doing it."

"That's not the same as seeing it. To actually see it, you have to be looking at me when I do it, Smart-Ass. And you weren't doing either."

"Would you just shut up for a second? Wait! What was that?" A branch broke.

Dean moved a step more.

Another one broke.

"I think they're out here."

Zoey stood back and watched him, "Seriously?" she asked herself and rolled her eyes again before calling out; "That you, you idiot!"

Dean looked down and behind him. "Oh."

Zoey now marched towards him. "Yeah, 'oh'. Come on, the motel's back this way."

"No it's not." Dean argued. "We came from the south."

"No, we came from the west."

"We came from the south. That's south." Dean said, pointing it its direction.

They were face to face with one another now, Dean towering over her slightly.

"No. That's East. That's South. And that's West. We came from the west." Zoey corrected him.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is." Zoey replied copying his tone. "You want me to make you a compass so you can see?"

Dean stared at her for a few moments before heading off in his direction.

"Where the hell are you going?!"

"Back to the motel!"

"You're going the wrong way! And they said not to split up!"

"You're welcome to join me!" Dean called back out, not looking back.

Zoey remained quiet for a second watching him walk away. He was going the wrong way and usually she would have left him but Sam would kill her if she did. So, with a loud groan, she followed him.

Dean heard her as she hurried to catch up, smirking to himself.

"You can wipe that stupid smirk off your face, while your at it."

"To see it, you have to actually be looking at me!" Dean called to her.

"Don't quote me to me. And, actually, I can see it. Every time you do that smirk of yours, it somehow makes its way into your walk."

Dean dropped the smirk and grumbled under his breath; "Smart-Ass."

"I heard that!"

It was a few months after that when all hell broke loose.

Dean was sat at the motel room table cleaning their weapons whilst herself and Sam were sat on one of the beds and she was helping him with his math homework.

"But how?!" was mostly Sam's reaction when it came to the answers. So she would go back and explain it again, and again, and again until he finally understood it.

Meanwhile, John and Mike were discussing the next case before John got annoyed and raised his voice turning to his son and Zoey.

"You don't even need that! What you need to be doing is research!"

Zoey, before realising she'd even spoken, spoke out in a sarcastic tone. "Yeah, because that's true."

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"What's that meant to mean?" John asked her.

Zoey looked between John, Dean, her father and then Sam before back to John. She'd been harbouring these words for a long time. Maybe it was about time someone told him what for.

"Okay." Zoey sat up, placing her pen down and her feet on the floor. "I don't believe your research, the stuff you want Sam to do, is what he should be doing."

"And why not?"

"Because he deserves a life outside of all of this!" Zoey said with a small scoff.

"Listen here, Lady-"

No time like the present.

Zoey quickly stood up before John could finish. "No. You listen. You drag these boys around the whole fucking country their whole lives. No stability. No hope. Just plain, brutal killing. That's it. No family. No care. No love. No Life! You expect them to know everything before they've already done it and you expect the best!"

"As I should-"

"You expect them to be the best Hunters. Not students. Not kids. Not men. Hunters. Soldiers. Soldiers for your own sick and twisted crusade of finding the thing that killed your wife!"

John now stood. "Don't you dare-"

"Talk about Mary?" Zoey asked. "Why? Why should I? We all knew her didn't we? She's their mother! She was your wife! She was his best-friend. She was my mom's best-friend. Why shouldn't we talk about her? She's what this is all about, isn't she? She's why you do this, isn't it? Why you drag Sam and Dean from school to school, from hunt to hunt, with not a care whether you live or die. Whether they live or die! Because if you pulled your head out of your ass-"

"Zoey!" Mike scolded. But there was no stopping her.

"Because if you pulled your head out of your ass for just two fucking seconds, you'd realise that this isn't what Mary would have wanted for her boys! Right now! Right now Dean should be thinking about college or work-"

"He is working!"

"He's cleaning weapons! Guns! Something he's been doing since he was 7 years old. And that's only if he's not raising Sam because you can't be bothered to even look at your son's as son's rather that soldiers!"

Dean now stood up, annoyed, angry and frustrated. But at who? He didn't really know.

"Hey! Don't talk about me like I'm not here! And who said I even wanted to go to college?"

Zoey now looked at him, directly. "Yeah, but should at least get the choice."

After a quick second of silence that felt like it lasted a life time, she looked back to John and Mike.

"You both sit there, day in, day out, solving other people's issues because you can't fix your own. Right now, Sam should be in a bedroom, with a desk, worrying over his math homework there. Not in here being surrounded by crime scene photos that have been illegally obtained. I understand you think that there is a point to this, that you think that by putting yourself in danger that you're protecting others but did you ever think, just for two seconds, about the people you should be protecting? About who should come first in your life?" Zoey was now moving around the room, unable to remain still. She was too angry. Too enraged.

"You have a family." Zoey told John before looking to her own father. "You both do."

That hit home.

"What you should be doing is protecting your children, your families. You should be thinking that you have someone to come home to and if something happen to you, that there are people who would be lost without you. And I'm sorry, but none of this should be happening! God, you say that you're doing this to avenge your wife but in fact it's nothing more than an excuse to take your anger out on your children for being the ones that lived. Taking your anger out on other people because they weren't hurt. I'm sorry John, but Mary wouldn't want this! And you finding this Demon won't bring her back! She'd dead, John and maybe it's about time you accepted that!"

However, just as Zoey finished, she found herself in Dean's hands as he dragged her back and was about to pin her to the wall only, a roar ripped out from John and Mike and, sort of, Sam since Zoey wasn't about to be the one on the wall.

Instead, Zoey was dragged back but quickly flipped the control and Dean, shockingly, found himself as the one trapped.

Both were breathing heavily and deeply. Zoey's voice became calmer as she looked Dean in the eyes. His body language said he was angry. He was ridged. Stern. But his eyes. Zoey could see the truth.

He was hurting. He was breaking.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I really am. No kid should ever have to go through what you and Sam did. But this isn't right. You and I both know it." The pair kept their gazes on one another and she felt Dean's body under her arms relax a little, so she did the same in return.

"Mary's death was an accident. Or maybe it was fate. But it couldn't be prevented. And I know that's what you think this is. Hunting: Preventing other accidents. But the truth is, when time is up, it's up. You can't stop it. You can't slow it down. It hurts but you can't just alter the world with a click of your fingers or a shot of your gun. Sometimes things happen and we have no power or control over it and letting others try and beat it out of us to say that you can...it won't work. It doesn't work." Slowly, Zoey let Dean go and stepped back.

The entire room was silent. No-one moved. No-one said a word. Not even John.

After holding Dean's gaze and seeing the truth in his eyes, Zoey turned to look at her father.

"You finish this hunt and finish all together and come home, or you don't come home at all." Zoey told him, her gaze locked on his eyes. There wasn't a raise in her voice. She was steady. Ready. She'd accepted what she had to do and it was his choice, but either way she was ready. Zoey was ready to either hold on to him or let go. It was his choice.

"I've see the fear in mom's eyes every time the phone rings. I'm not going to be apart of that fear. I'm going home. I'll either see you there or we say goodbye now and I tell mom that your not coming home. That way, she can move on and not live in fear anymore." Zoey explained. "You took vows to protect her and any children you'd have together. Are you going to break them?"

There was that silence again.

"Okay, then."

Zoey moved over towards the bed and pulled her bag out from under the bed, packed the last of her books into the bag, grabbed her jacket and swung the bag strap over her shoulder.

Zoey made it to the door, opening it up when Sam stood up. "Wait!"

Zoey looked back and was greeted with Sam's body colliding into hers, hugging her tightly. She smiled, kinda sadly, and hugged him back just as tight.

"Please don't go." Sam whispered.

"I'll be seeing you." Zoey smiled at him. The only people close enought to see her eyes were Sam and Dean.

Dean didn't move from his spot but they made eye contact as Sam stood back from the door to let her go. Zoey gave a sad smile towards Dean and a small nod before it dropped as she looked to John and Mike.

And without another look, she grabbed hold of the door handle and closed the motel door behind her. She caught a Greyhound 40 minutes later and was on her way home.

After a week, Mike decided to go home. Hunting wasn't worth loosing his wife and daughter. Zoey had made her point and she wouldn't have to make it again, ever.

John understood but cursed him out all the same. That night Mike drive home and arrived back at 7 in the morning the next day. Zoey looked at him and after a few nervous seconds on his end, she rushed to him and hugged him.

Over the years, Sam and Zoey kept in touch but with John always being by Dean's side and making a point that they should never talk to them again, Sam never told anyone.

Zoey passed her exams and headed off to college, eventually graduating as a certified Vet.

But, even by the time Sam left Dean and John to go to college, he didn't see Zoey.

Yet, Dean did.

It was about a year into Sam being at college and Dean was on his own hunt. A couple of spirits possessing a few bodies around down.

Only, with the spirits he'd miscounted, he had a job on his hands.

It was the dead of night when Dean finally broke into the family funeral-home thing and after about an hour, the attacks started coming but just as he finally, maybe, found the thing that was tying them to the world since their bodies had be cremated, a spirit come to attack him and just as they were about to throw a marble slab into his face, a match was struck and the spirts all appeared and bust into flames.

Behind the real flames, Dean saw a face he recognised. It was a little older but still held the same beauty and anger as he'd know before.

"That's the last time I save your ass, Winchester."

Zoey said no more and walked outside. Dean was quick to scramble to his feet and follow after her.

"What- Why are you here?"

"I live here."

"In...Applewood Cemetary?"

Zoey looked back to him with her eyebrow raised and rolled her eyes. "In town, idiot."

"Did you follow me here?"

"I did. Spotted you coming out of the computer room in the library. Gathered you were looking into the deaths."

"You knew there was a case here?" Dean asked. "Did you even think about checking it out?"

"I have a day job, Dean." Zoey sighed. "That I also do night-shifts on. I have others to look after, Dean."

"Not once-"

Zoey zipped around to look at him. "You could just say 'Thank you' and we can part way again."

"Why did you save me?"

"Because I'd rather not be accused of murder. Also, Sam would kill me if I let you die." Zoey pulled out her car keys and unlocked her car.

"You still speak to Sam?"

"Yeah. Heard about how it went down. Sorry." Zoey said before getting into her car. "But, you should call him. He misses you."

"He could always call me, too."

Zoey rolled her eyes and got into her car, rolling down the window before starting the engine. "You're both too stubborn for your own good. Call Sam! It will be good for both of you!" Zoey called out to him before pulling out of the cemetary and heading home.

Dean stayed in town an extra night, watching as people came in and out of the Vet practice across the street. They looked happy. Zoey...Zoey looked happy.

Dean looked to his phone again, Sams contact bright on the screen. Maybe he should listen to her for once. She had always been complaining that he never listen to her when she should.

But as he went to call Sam, his phone screen flashed.

Dad.

Maybe listening to Zoey for once would have to wait.

And he did. For another few years.

The world had almost ended 50 times over by the time Dean saw Zoey again. They'd gone from moving around motels to finally finding the Bunker.

It had been pretty quiet recently, going back to their Moster-of-The-Week hunts. And they had to admit...they'd missed it.

But it was one Tuesday morning when Dean was going filling up Baby's engine and spotted someone from the corner of his eye.

He had just been looking around, wondering if anyone was watching him. He couldn't be too careful. That was when he saw a woman. She was a few years older now, but still as beautiful. Her hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail whilst she wore green scrubs and running trainers on her feet.

She had rushed into the gas n' sip, smiling at the person who held the door open for her. "Thank you."

Dean watched as she rushed inside and grabbed a sandwhich from the back fridges, a couple bags of chips and finally a drink before paying at the counter, running back across the street where she narrowly avoided being run over -- so many times she'd stopped Sam, and Dean, from doing the same thing when they were younger. Dean watched then as she ran inside a clinc style building.

She had a practice in Witchita? 20 minutes from the bunker?

Moments later, Dean pulled up outside the Bunker and rushed inside.

"You'll never guess who I've just seen." Dean began, seeing Sam sat in the Map Room on his laptop.

"Amy Adams?"

Dean placed the plastic gas n' sip bag on the table, unloading the food. "Zoey."

Sam looked up. "Zoey? Wait- Zoey-Zoey? Our Zoey?"

Dean nodded. "She's working at a practice in Witchita."

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded again. "The lady at the counter said she came into town a few weeks ago."

"Do you know where she's staying?"

"No. My guess is in the motel down the street."

"Should we...I don't know...check in on her? I mean, we haven't seen her since...since I was, what? 18?"

Dean had never told Sam that he'd seen Zoey after he was 17 and when she saved his life. Now, he didn't know why. It just never really came up.

"I mean...we could try? But I doubt she'd want to see us again."

"Why?"

"Do you seriously not remember how it ended?" Dean questioned his brother. "She was tearing a new one into dad and then she nearly beat my ass to the ground again before she left. She looks happy, Sam."

"I say we go and see how she's doing."

"I can tell you how she's doing. She's happy."

Sam chuckled. "Dean, come on. It's not like we're dragging her back into the game or asking for her help. We want to see her."

"We do?"

"I do." Sam said. "Do you?"

Dean didn't answer right away. Did he want to see her? He hadn't thought about for in a long time and then today he saw her and...

"Fine."

And with that, they were driving around town looking for her motel. Sam went into the practice just before it shut, asking for Zoey but the girl at the reception desk said they'd just missed her but she would be back in the morning.

But, eventually, they found her motel.

"There's got to be reason she's here." Dean whispered under his breath.

"There is." Sam smiled, looking up from the laptop on his lap. "She's got her own practice here, man."

"But don't you find it...I don't know...freaky. We don't see her for years and then suddenly, she'd in the exact same town we are, no more than a 20 minute walk from the Bunker?"

Sam just smiled. "No, Dean. I don't find it freaky. It's just a fluke. Look."

Sam turned the laptop so Dean could see. "She's a renound vet. All her clients love her and so do their owners. She's got her own practice in five different states. This one is her new one. Maybe it's just fate."

"Do you not remember the last time we dealed with fate? She tried to kill us!"

"Fate tried to kill you?"

Dean, slightly embarrassingly, let out a small scream as he heard a voice from behind him. Both of the brothers had jumped and turned around to find Zoey, leaning down and looking into the car.

"Zoey." Sam said with a smile of relief.

"Hi, Sam." She smiled back before looking at Dean. "Fate tried to kill you?"

"Yes." Dean answered. "But an Angel saved us." Dean answered honestly and quickly before he looked around Zoey and found that she and they were the only ones in the parking lot. "Wait. How long have you been watching us?"

Zoey looked to her watch, estimating. "About half an hour. I was in the diner across the street when I heard your car. I've got grub if you want some. I'll be inside."

Without another word, Zoey stood up and walking into her motel room, leaving the door open for the brothers. Only, they were a little slow catching on.

So, standing in the open door way, Zoey held up a bag of food. "It's getting cold! You can either sit out their and freeze your asses off or you can come in! It's your choice!"

"Alright, alright. We're coming."

By the time they made it inside, Dean shutting the door behind them, Sam and Zoey were already hugging.

"God, you're so tall."

"Yeah," Sam chuckled awkwardly. "I kinda shot up after you left."

"I think that's an understatement." Zoey joked. "Food's on the table. I got your usual order. Chicken burger and a side salad. Got your's too, Dean." Zoey held it up. "Double bacon cheeseburger, extra onions."

"You remembered our orders?" Sam asked.

"Figured you'd both be hungry."

"How've you been?" Dean asked.

"I've been good. I heard about your dad...I'm sorry."

Dean nodded but Sam answered for him. "Thanks."

"I heard through the grape vine that you boys nearly ended the world and then fixed it again so...thank you for that." Zoey was unpacking some of her groceries into the mini fridge.

"You're welcome." Sam said just before Dean asked; "How'd you find out about that?"

As Zoey finished cleaning up the side, she turned around with a sigh and folded up the dish towel.

"After dad came back...it wasn't long until he went back out again. Just a couple of investigations here and there but he went back to it. I yelled at him. Mom yelled at him. He yelled at us. Mom kicked him out. I saw him at my graduation and he said he wanted to see me. He missed having his family. I told him it was too late. Over the years, a couple things came up and other hunters came to deal with them. Then, I got a call. Windigo attack. DOA. So, they brought him home. He had a Hunter's funeral. Bobby called me. He gave his condolances, I asked about you two. He said that you two sons-of-bitches were being a pain in his ass."

Dean chuckled. "That was Bobby for you."

Zoey smiled. "He updated me on everything and would call to check in with me once in a while."

"He never told us that."

Zoey nodded. "But he told be all about you two. Also, do you two ever stop to live?!"

Oh, boy.

"I understand him not listening to me," Zoey began pointing to Dean. "But you, Sam? Seriously?"

"Okay, okay. You may have a point."

"Oh, I have a million of them."

"But we're alive right now. Look. See."

The conversation soon turned to something else. Zoey told them all about her practice and could see Dean was still weary about the fact that she suddenly turned up in the same town as them.

They told her about everything else. About Lucifer and Michael. About meeting their Grandfather and how they're legacies. The whole story.

"Why are you living here anyway?" Dean asked, looking around. "If I remember correctly, you use to say we all needed a proper home."

Zoey nodded. "I've been looking but none of the houses are right for me. Even apartments. I went to look at one last week, the plumming was done so the toilet was in the middle of the master bedroom and that the electrics in the living room switch the oven on in the kitchen. Another, I'd be living in between a crazy cat lady and a guy who hangs outside his neighbours door, upside down. And don't even get me started on the upstairs neighbour."

"What if you lived with us?" Sam asked before looking to Dean. "I mean, you wouldn't have to pay. The place runs on magic as it is. It's warm and you wouldn't even have to have neighbours if you didn't want. There's like 50 rooms. An entire library, and we're usually away hunting. And it's warded so no-one can get in. You'd be safe. At least until you find a place you like?"

Zoey was surprised. She looked to Dean who seemed to agree with Sam. Why not? The Bunker was nice place, she'd be safe, she was just down the road from her practice and she wouldn't be living in a motel for the next year and a half.

It took some convincing but eventually Zoey agreed. It would just be like old times. Except, with less of the training and less of the whole out-of-fashion-even-for-the-70s vibe.

In the months that followed, everything ran pretty smoothly. Sam and Dean still continued on as they did, except when they came back from a hunt they actually had someone who knew how to do stitches and avoid infection.

Sometimes, like usual, Zoey would scold the both of them for getting hurt or not listening to her. She knew the lives they led meant that the chances of getting hurt were slim to non, but they could at least try.

Zoey walked to work every day and if she got back before the boys, she'd cook or if they were back before her, they would, well...Dean would.

Sam typically cooked breakfast since he was up at the crack of dawn.

But, as the months passed, it wasn't long before Zoey met Charlie.

Charlie had called. She had a week off work and she was due a major binge of tv, snacks and catch up with her two favourite hunters.

But, the boys had sort of forgot to mention that they had Zoey staying with them. And Dean couldn't have regretted it more. It would have at least avoided Zoey finding out about the Supernatural Books.

It was around 3 o'clock that Charlie got in, and after a long catch up on when she had been doing and what the boys had been hunting, they all turned as they heard the Bunker door open and saw Zoey walking down in her green scrubs and coat with her hair, once again, tied back in a messy pony tail.

"Oh, my god."

"Uh...Charlie. This is..Zoey. Zoey. This is Charlie."

Zoey smiled. "Hi."

But Charlie smiled back, although more star-struck than ever. "Oh my god. Zoey? This is Zoey?" Charlie looked to Dean who was a little confused. "This is the Zoey that beat you in training? The one you had, like, a major crush on?"

"What?" Zoey asked, looking slightly worried, flicking her eyes between the red head and Dean.

Dean flushed bright red as he walked backwards. "What? No. No. No, no. She- Huh - She's uh...She's just kidding. I - I'm gonna go and check on Sam."

"He's not cooking is he?" Zoey asked.

"What? Oh, no. We've ordered pizza."

"Oh, thank god."

By the time Dean slipped away and towards the kitchen, Zoey hung up her coat before turning to Charlie.

"It's nice to meet you. Sam told me your guys met on a hunt? Before Dean ended up in Purgatory?"

"Oh, yeah. I was working for Dick Roman at the time. Well, a Livaithan, but I thought it was Dick Roman and..." Charlie trailed off in the conversation and by the time Sam and Dean came back in from the kitchen with pizza boxes and beers, both of them stopped in their tracks.

"You guys have books written about you?" Zoey took a beer from Dean.

"What?"

"The Supernatural Books?"

"Charlie." Dean scolded.

"What?" Charlie asked, innocently. "I thought she already knew about them."

"Can I find this books?"

"They're on-"

"No. Absolutley not." Dean warned to Zoey but she just laughed and smiled back.

"No what?"

"You are not reading those books."

"And why not?" Zoey asked.

"Because it's...weird. They're weird. Look, just...promise me you won't read them."

Zoey could see a look in Dean's face that intruiged her. There was something, or maybe many things in those books that they both wanted to hide. But...she nodded.

"Fine. I won't read them."

"It's okay, I have! I can tell you everything."

Dean took hold of the back of Charlie's chair and pushed her down the hall away from Zoey.

"I'll take it that I'm not allowed to either, then!" Charlie called out from down the hall before eventually rolling herself back.

Charlie left a few days later and they all went back to how they were before. Only, there came a time when they'd needed Zoey's help.

They'd been on a hunt about an hour away from the bunker. Nothing was adding up until eventually it did.

There was a werewolf pack experimenting. On humans, babies, animals. Turning them all. Sam and Dean had called Zoey on as much information as they could get about putting animals to sleep, just for a while - like they'd do in surgery.

"Dean, I swear, if you're about to do something stupid-"

"You know me. I'm careful."

"No, you are not. Look, do you need my help? Because I can-"

"No. Zoey. I didn't call you to bring you back in."

But she went back in anyway.

Sam and Dean had found the back, gathered together for a meeting in a barn just south of town. They all fought, they all either got hurt or were the ones hurting and just as one of the wolves sent off two shots of Dean's gun, by the time the third one was done, Dean found that it hadn't hit him but he had been hit by something.

Sam came behind the final wolf, killing him dead when the two brothers turned and found Zoey lay beside Dean.

"Ow."

Dean didn't have time to think as he turned to help her get into a more confortable position and called out for Sam to get the first aid kit.

Zoey had put one in their car just a few days after she moved into the Bunker. Dean had found it on their next hunt and it made him smile.

"What ever happened to 'that's the last time I save your ass, Winchester.'" Dean was worried as he looked for the wound in semi-darkness.

Zoey felt okay. It hurt but she would be okay.

"Well, this is definitely the last time." Zoey half-joked.

She could feel Dean beside her, looking for a wound when she took his hand and placed it to where it was bleeding.

It hadn't hit anything too serious. And the bullet wasn't that deep. She was lucky. They both were.

"Can you stand?" Dean asked after a sigh of relief.

"I think."

Dean carefully helped her up to her feet. "Here, put your weight against me."

Dean got her outside to her car and sat her on the rim of Baby's trunk. "Can I?"

Zoey nodded. "Sam, can you drive my car back?"

"Sure."

Zoey gave him the keys before Dean gave his brother a reassured look. "We're okay here. Go on ahead."

Sam nodded and headed off, driving Zoey's car back to the Bunker.

"I thought I told you to stay home."

"And I thought I told you to be careful. You almost got yourself killed, Dean! I wasn't just going to stay at home and wait for Sam to tell me he's sold his soul this time."

Dean cleaned out her wound and patched it up as best as he could. "I need to clean this place out before we leave."

"I'll help you-"

"No, you will sit there and not go dying on me. I'll be back soon."

A few hours later, Dean was finished and they were back at the Bunker. They all got a good nights sleep, waking up mid-day. Thankfully, it was a Sunday and the practice was shut for the day so Zoey could sleep in without a worry.

As the day passed, Zoey cleaned her wound and patched it up but was struggling to get the bandage to stay since every time she twisted, it only hurt her more - what with the bullet having hit her side.

"Zo? Zoey?"

"In here!" Zoey called out from her bathroom.

Dean walked in further until he found her. "Sam finished the ironing so I brought your clothes- What are you trying to do?"

"This...it won't stay. Everytime I twist it just-"

Dean placed her clothes down on the bed and moved over to her. "Come here. Stand still."

Zoey stood infront of the mirror and watched as Dean pulled the bandage gently around her waist and back and forth until it was secure.

Only now did she realise she was stood in her joggers and a sports bra. It was the only was she could see the wound without her t-shirt getting in the way.

Dean tied it securely around her middle before standing back up straight and meeting her gaze in the mirror.

"Done."

Zoey smiled. "Thanks."

Only, as Dean smiled back, he looked down realising his hands were still on her shoulders and arms. But, a second later, that was when he saw something.

A scar.

Old, but still there.

Zoey seemed to notice as his gaze changed from whatever that moment was to seeing her scar. Swiftly, she moved around and smiled. "Thanks."

Zoey quickly zipped from his side and out to her room to grab a freshly warmed t-shirt.

Everything in Dean wanted to know where and how that had happened. How had she been hurt? When had she been hurt? Was if a pet with anxiety or was it something else? Was it a hunt?

But he could tell that she didn't want to talk about it. Or she would have mentioned something by now.

She kept her back to him as she put her t-shirt on. "Thanks for bringing my clothes."

"You're welcome. I- I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see you later."

Dean left after a short moment and once he did, the door closing behind him, Zoey sat on her bed.

Before he spotted her scar, there had been this feeling in her stomach. Usually, she wouldn't have cared about what she was wearing. Clearly Dean didn't. He didn't even notice. But she did. And when he looked at her in the mirror...his face when he saw the scar.

That scar played on Dean's mind for two months. He wondered if she'd ever tell him. Maybe it was nothing? Maybe it was just a pet she had been looking after? But her reaction...how she tried to hide it...it couldn't just be nothing.

But, he finally got his answer after two months when himself and Zoey were staying in a motel together.

She was checking in on one of her other practices since the very first client of hers had another pet and only wished to see Zoey. A puppy with a broken paw.

Dean decided to go with her since Sam was going to see Elieen for the weekend, so he would have just been on his own.

"Hey, how was it?" Dean asked as Zoey came in after almost 14 hours of being out of the room.

Zoey collapsed onto the bed. "All done. I have to go back in and check on him in the morning but he's sleeping for now. I need a shower but I don't want to get up."

Dean chuckled. "Well, there's chinese in the fridge if you want some."

Zoey was up at that. "Ooh."

She hadn't eaten since this morning.

Around 2 hours later, she had eaten and found the energy to have a shower before she finally came back out in her pjs. She hadn't put her jumper on yet since her hair was dripping wet.

Dean watched as she sat on the edge of the bed and towel dried her hair. And that was when he spotted it again. The scar.

"Dean."

"What? Sorry." Dean realised he'd been staring.

"You can ask, if you want to."

"I didn't know if you'd want to tell me."

Zoey moved her hair back and moved her shirt, showing him. She called him over and he sat beside her on the bed.

"How'd it happen?"

"About two years after I last saw you." Zoey answered. They were both so close to one another than it caused them both to speak just above a whisper. "There were a couple hunters in town. They had a spirit case. They called me and begged for my help. I got there and one of them was bleeding out. But, they hadn't burnt the body yet so the spirit was more pissed than ever. It threw me against a tree before I came crashing to the ground. Threw in a book of matches and then saved the guys life."

Dean traced a finger, gently across the scar, scared he'd hurt her. But she just smiled and whispered; "It doesn't hurt."

Dean chuckled softly. "Sorry."

The scar finished at the back of her neck and as Dean's finger stopped at the top, he looked to Zoey.

There was that look again.

It was the same look they had shared before he noticed the scar in the first place.

Their eyes searched one anothers for a small moment before they flicked to the lips and back up. Before either of them knew it, they were moving in closer and finally met in the middle.

Their lips met in a soft kiss. Gentle. New. Unfamiliar yet...like forever. Like they had done this forever. That it should be done forever.

They both pulled back, their foreheads pressed against the others, their eyes still shut.

Wow.

Eventually, they opened their eyes and found they were both smiling. And it wasn't long until they kissed again. Zoey's hand was placed gently against Dean's cheek whilst the hand that had play at the top of her neck moved around and held her in closer. They each smiled into the kiss.

This is what they had been waiting for.

The passion behind the kiss, they could feel growing. Dean pulled her flush against his chest before they found their bodies moving for them.

Slowly, Zoey found herself on her back, Dean crawling to be over her body before he was above her.

They both pulled back in need of breath.

Just simply looking at her was enough to make her blush. Dean moved a strand of her hair from her face and behind her ear before he let his hand rest of her cheek. Even in partial darkness, he could see her loving blush. But that wouldn't have mattered because he could feel her smile and blush through his palm.

Slowly, he moved back down. Looking from her eyes to her lips and back again for confirmation, she nodded before Dean kissed her again.

Zoey hands pulled him in closer by his face, feeling the kiss deepen, and deepen and deepen.

It wouldn't be until the next day that either of them would talk about it, but even when they did, they already knew the answer.

Zoey's alarm went off at 6 and Dean groaned.

"Sorry."

She quickly shut it off and lay back down, Dean moving himself to hold her closer against him. He was like a human heater for her as he did so and she didn't want to leave.

"Wait." Dean grumbled when she tried to move.

But, as much as she wanted to stay by his side, she had a puppy to check on.

So, she used her initiative to make sure she could get out of bed. Even if what she was about to do would make her want to stay.

She leaned up and pulled Dean closer kissing him, his arms around her becoming more secure as she made sure he stayed down until finally, she kissed him a final time and rushed off the bed.

"Hey,"

Zoey just laughed and rushed into the bathroom. "You're welcome to join me!"

A while later, they both left the bathroom, this time Dean wrapped with a towel around his waist and Zoey in some fresh scrubs.

"Wait."

Dean pulled her back in before she left, and kissed her. "Be careful."

"I thought I was meant to be saying that to you." She smiled.

Zoey kissed him again but slowly backed out of his arms and rushed to the door. "I'll be back soon."

It got to around mid-day when Dean strolled into her practice. No-one was in since the place was shut for the day so, he called out and heard Zoey call back.

"Back here!"

Dean came through carrying a couple of sandwiches and coffee. "Thought you could use a break."

"Ah," Zoey smiled, closing the cage of the kitten she had been checking over. "You are a life saver. Both literally and metaphorically."

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you, you know, since you took a bullet for me?"

"I don't mind hearing it."

But Dean kissed her instead. The kisses peppered a little and she smiled. "Even better."

"Coffee."

"Thank you."

"So, Sam called. He said he and Eileen are gonna be staying at the cabin for a few more days so I was thinking maybe, before we go back to the Bunker I take you somewhere." Dean smiled.

Zoey looked at him as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Oh, god. You're not about to kill me, are you?"

Dean chuckled, "No. Just...once you've finished up here meet me back at the motel."

Zoey smiled and leaned over to kiss him. She placed down her coffee and wrapped her arms around Dean, him doing the same with her with his hands on her hips.

The pair shared a kiss that only deepened. Both Zoey and Dean smiled into the kiss before they let go, but they still held onto one another, smiling.

They'd both waited a life time for this.

Eventually, Zoey shut the practice for the night and met Dean outside the motel. He'd picked up food for both of them and had already packed the car up.

"Ready to go?"

"Yep." Zoey smiled before Dean pulled her in for another kiss, not that she minded.

Dean drove the few hours towards their home town. As much as Dean wanted to avoid this place years ago, he'd found a happy memory to focus on now.

Eventually, he pulled into a small field and turned to his side. Zoey was fast asleep in the passenger seat, her head against the bench.

He watched her for a moment. She looked so peaceful. He felt peaceful. Right now, there was no worry. There was no hunt or moster of the week. It was just them and no-one else. Nothing else. Just them and a billion stars in the sky.

Gently, he shook her awake.

Zoey fluttered her eyes open and looked around, a little confused.

"You are going to kill me."

Dean just smiled. "Come with me."

"Okay, but if you kill me? Sam will kill you. And so will all my clients."

"Just come on."

Streching, Zoey got out of the car and followed Dean from where he grabbed the blanket from the trunk and lay it down on the ground a little further away.

However, as she looked around Zoey realised where they were.

"We're in Lawrence?"

Dean nodded.

Zoey joined him on the ground and lay her head on his chest as he covered them both with another blanket.

They lay there in silence for a while, looking above and watching the stars.

"When I was a kid, I'd get out of bed every night to wave at you from my window." Dean admitted as they lay there.

He hadn't hought about it in years until last night.

Zoey moved herself so she lay her head on top of her hands that lay on his chest, so she could look at him.

"Mom would tuck me into bed and the moment I heard her door close, I'd bound out of bed and sit under my window and wave to you. Every night."

Dean now looked to her. Zoey could tell every word he'd just said was the complete truth.

"I knew you couldn't see me but I waved anyway."

Zoey smiled and leaved over to kiss him. It felt different than the others. More...intimate. More...thankful. After all this time, she might never have grown up across from him. They might never have met. They might never have fought or loved. They might never have had this life together.

"Thank you for telling me that." Zoey said, her voice quiet.

"You were my first crush. I was so embarrassingly in love with you."

"I thought I was a pain-in-the-ass?"

"Oh, you were that, too." Dean teased. "But you were still you. You could beat my ass to the ground within three moves. Better than any damn hunter I know. And you were right, that night, about what you said before you left. We shouldn't have gone through that as kids, but...for some reason, part of me is glad we did, because I got to be with you. And Sam. After all of it...you and Sam made it worth it."

Zoey could only smile.

Even when she was younger, as much as Dean never listened to a word she said and always did the opposite of what he probably should have done...he was here. With her. And, once she took away all the moments of him being her very own pain-in-the-ass, maybe he was her childhood crush too.

But they were both more than that, now.

They were grown adults. They were living their lives, and sometimes it would be more dangerous than the typical life, but they couldn't focus on that right now. They didn't need to focus on that right now.

All they needed was each other. And they couldn't have been more happier.

Zoey moved closer, the kiss starting out soft and slow before she whispered against his lips. "I love you, Dean."

He pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and smiled. "I love you, too."

They both smiled lightly before moving in closer and sharing a kiss. Zoey's hands came to his face. She could feel the stubbled beneath her hands. Dean's own hands pushed through from her cheek to the back of her head, through her hair. His other hand was against her hip as she moved upwards and straddled his hips.

A moan came from the back of Dean's throat as she did so. Zoey pulled him closer and he soon found himself sitting up, pulling her closer if that was even possible.

All they needed was one another. And they would have, for the rest of their lives.

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Queen B 2, Ch. 16 AKA The End of All Things

What happened this week:

Despite all the nonsense bullshit schmoozing you’ve gone through, there remains one more Apoidea challenge in which you must—wait for it—schmooze!

After a little trifle with your and Sloppy Poppy’s dossier, exposing her scammy paid actors, and fake-promising a scholarship (truly the epitome of the rich), congratulations, bitch! You’ve become the very thing you swore to destroy!

Sloppy comes to yell obscenities at you by a fountain, déjà vu sure, but really? Everything that has happened in this chapter. Has already happened. If they’re attempting a slick little callback, it’s pitiful at best, because it’s not even a callback, it’s the exact same fucking thing! How trite, honestly.

Anyways, exert your frustrations and rejoice in your victory with a final dirty thirty (of this series, I don’t think we’re stopping those in general anytime soon). With the love interest of your choice, yes, including the racist Sloppy and the semi-illegal, irrelevant, smuggled professor.

Anyways, it’s the end of the year, so that means graduation, giving your #girlboss speech and reminiscing on all the fond memories you’ve made in the past two years. For example, finding your stalker’s noodle shrine in his closet. Yeah, remember that? Again, I’d like to say… what the everliving fuck, PB?!!?!??!

The B in Queen B stands for “Bye, Bitch!” I never wanna see you fuckers ever again!

Thoughts:

That’s it? That’s it??!?!!?! What am I even here for then?!!??!?

When ending every recent (by recent I mean like, post 2018 because time isn’t real) book I’d find myself staring at it and thinking to myself, hm, I could’ve done this better and I could have! PB is just a coward for not hiring me on the spot! Also, everything they do is just ass. Literally. And to our right, ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else, here you see MC’s ass. Her clothes are off! Oh! And here is the LI’s ass! Their clothes are off too! Wait—slow down, why are your clothes off? Why are my clothes off?!!??!

Now Dean Margie, she and I have had our differences, right? But by God, do I relate to her in the fact that I can’t stand these bitches and will probably drink myself dead within the hour. Can you imagine if people like this existed in real life? Oh, wait.

Congratulations to Zoey Wade, the only character in this book who looks like they have a sustainable future ahead of them. While people were over here playing Mean Girls, or getting fired from being sexually interested in mean girls, she was out there making a name for herself with the coolest off-brand musician in the industry: Lil Nas X But Weirder To Think About!

The amount of people that still root for the racist hate-crimer is… concerning. Especially those who overlook the racist hate crime.

You know, for my last This Week on Choices review ever, this was unsurprisingly lacking. One would think that one of the flashiest, tackiest books would have at least a flashy, tacky ending to wrap things up with a bang, but alas, no. I suppose it’s a good reminder of why I’m stopping these in the first place: they’re drab. They’re uninspired. I can’t review stings if I have no content to review!

I suppose that’s it then. Goodbye, Queen B. Goodbye, TWoC. See you all… never again! I'm freeeeeeeeee!

#this week on choices #playchoices #choices stories you play #queen b

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Author's Note: This is my headcanon about the ending of Queen B Book 2. I wasn't satisfied with the ending with Poppy I wanted to know more what happened after they graduate from Belvoire. Remember this is only based from my imagination, and I apologize if there are any lapses in my grammar. I'm still new with writing. THIS IS AN AU WHERE BEA HUGHES (MC) IS TWO/THREE YEARS YOUNGER THAN ANY CAST OF QB.

"Adieu For Now"

It's been two weeks since I graduated from New York City's most prestigious institution, thanks to my late aunt's massive inheritance. My parents made the decision to relocate to New York City, take over my aunt's business, and leave Farmsville behind to begin a new life, you know how the story goes.

My reign as Belvoire's badass angel Queen B has come to an end. All of my friends and foes have left, probably living their best or worst lives in the real world.

Zoey began her path to become a well-known DJ with the help of her mother and mentor, a.k.a. THE LIL NOS F HIMSELF. To be honest, I'll miss the days when we spent our time together hanging out, going to wild parties, hooking up with some of Belvoire's hottest girls and guys, as well as devising a plan to stop Poppy, X, and other potential enemies from ruining my repuation, but with Zoey and my posse by my side, we were unstoppable and managed to graduate in the end.

Lexi's old job is taken by Professor Ian Kingsley. After being fired from Belvoire due to allegations of him sleeping with a certain student...me...well, it only occurred once...ok, maybe twice...but I ended things with Ian after the school board nearly discovered our illegal relationship. Dean Steinhelm offered Ian his former position back once we proved the school board 'wrong,' but he declined, stating that he wanted to start over.

I haven't pursued him like a love-sick school girl since then, and it was probably the best that we stopped. Ian told me that he still has feelings for me, but I wasn't willing to give him what he wanted. I'm not selfish to let him destroy his career over me again, besides he's not the only person I've ever slept with during my time in Belvoire. Ian and I decided to keep in touch and agreed to remain friends, and only friends. No more, no less.

Of course, I'll never forget about Poppy Min-Sinclair, the ex-bitchy ice queen/sworn enemy/rival/fling who tried to ruin my life when I first got into Belvoire. All I wanted was to experience a normal college life: go to classes, hang out with friends, join exciting parties, and obtain a degree at the end of my senior year, but that bitch gave me a hard time since I set foot in campus.

You see, Belvoire University, has a strange popularity-based caste system. Where Poppy Min-Sinclair was their Number One Queen in the student rankings. She was known for being a ruthless, manipulative, narcistic, yet witty, cunning, and ambitious leader. Not until I arrived on campus. I was the new small-town girl genius who skipped grades and came from new money, thanks to my dead rich aunt who left her massive fortune, to my parents and me. Everyone in campus was interested in knowing who I was.

Poppy didn't take that quite well, so every attempt she made to ruin my life always backfired at her. And again and again I always remind her that she messed with the wrong person. For the past two years we were always at each other's throats, competing, giving insults, and fighting for the position of Number 1 as Queen B in Belvoire, after that we always end up in bed doing hate-make outs, constant hookups, you get picture, but it was our 'normal' way of getting to know each other, believe or not behind that crazy alpha bitch attitude is a softie when it comes to animals. No one knew this side of Poppy, except for her family and me. Heck, she owns at least twelve animal shelters in New York, she even plans to make a zoo to rescue endangered animals. That's how she cares about animals.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for that horrible skank, which I clearly did when I said I choose her, and it's always been her throughout my graduation speech. Poppy being Poppy, denied everything and spouted angry words about how she loathed me and everything, but I knew better.

I rolled my eyes, knowing all those angry comebacks and insults were nothing more than hollow words, so I did the logical thing, I kissed her in front of everyone to get her to quit talking. Everyone was shocked, including Poppy's parents. Nevertheless, everyone cheered, I heard some of the frat boys and zeta girls made a bet on my love life.

I took a step back and left her side to finish my graduation speech. After that, I led everyone to our post-graduation party, but my joy was short-lived when my parents called. Due to an emergency, they informed me that I needed to return home early. This threw me off guard. My parents have barely enough time for me since we became wealthy. I was hopeful that they'll come because their only daughter had graduated as summa cum laude, sadly they didn't appear. At least Poppy's parents cared enough to see her graduate, I envy her for that.

Back in Farmsville, I was raised and taught that family always come first. My relationship with my parents wasn't always like this, I had a wonderful and loving relationship with them, especially with my dad, but that changed when my father took over his late sister's company. He became distant, cold, and busy. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure why he called. I was surprised to say the least. This is the first time he approached me in nearly two years.

I notified my posse, which includes Zoey, Carter, Chloe, Veronica, Penelope, Thomas, Professor Roberta, and Taylor, that I need to go home immediately due to some family emergency via group chat. My entire posse agreed to assist me. Penelope and Zoey helped me in leaving the party, so I can get into my dorm room and packed all my things. Carter and Taylor then volunteered to carry my belongings and wait for my chaperone to pick me up from campus. While Chloe, Veronica, and Thomas stayed at the party to keep everyone entertained and announce my departure once I'd left.

I took one last glance at Belvoire before leaving. Here, I made both good and unpleasant memories. It shaped me into the person I am now. I turned to face my friends, especially Zoey.

"I'm going to miss you guys a lot." "Thank you so much for everything," I cried. Giving them all a big embrace.

"Me too, boo," Zoey muttered. "We'll all miss you."

"Hah! Bea, you'll always be our QB," Carter said.

Taylor dried her eyes and said, "No matter where you are, just call us whenever you need someone to talk to."

A vintage automobile honked at me. "It's time to go home, Miss Bea."

I smiled at everyone I knew as I wiped away my tears.

"Your ride is calling you." Penelope added, "We'll make sure to take care of the rest."

"Thanks guys, and it's not goodbye, more like see you later!" I salute and hug them one last time.

While I was inside the car, I've read Thomas post on The T about my departure.

Wassup Thoroughbreds!

This day has been an emotional ride for our graduating seniors here at Belvoire University. Some cried, some don't, and some our relieved to end this crazy school year. Too bad I won't be posting anymore juicy news here on The T, cause I'm about to graduate myself. But eh, enough about me.

In any case, if you're wondering why Queen Bea disappeared from her own party. Unfortunately, our benelovent QB had to leave early, because she had an important business to attend to. Of course, she didn't forget to thank people who loved and despised her throughout her reign. Let's not blame the poor girl. Her life has been living hell since the day she came to our school. All our new QB wanted was to live her college life peacefully. But not in Belvoire. Despite coming from new- money she proved again and again that no one dares to mess with her. Afterall, she's naturally a born genius. She did skip two years in middle school, became valedictorian and all-time prom queen back in Farmsville High, dethrones Poppy as the new QB, and now graduates college as SUMMA CUM LAUDE at only nineteen. I bet Mama and Papa Hughes must be ecstatic of their daughter's achievements.

Here's her farewell pic and message to everyone.

-Inserts picture of Bea waving goodbye at Belvoire-

"Congratulations Graduates of Belvoire! See you next time for our school reunion. But this time, take your life seriously. We'll be on our own once we graduate from college. There'll be many hurdles ahead of us when were in the outside world, but I'm certain that we'll all succeed in achieving our dreams. Goodbye, Bea Hughes

That was a very wholesome message coming to our Queen B. I almost cried she really did make a difference for the underdogs this past two years. With her heart of gold, sense of justice, great intelligence, and mercy. Our new queen B is truly a saint. Just look how she beats Poppy and outrank her for being number 1. Speaking of Poppy, I've heard she's angrily looking for Bea, our queen left her enemy turned to lover without saying goodbye to her. So, Dear Bea if you're reading this make sure to look at your phone, because Poppy looks very upset right now.

P.S I'm leaving the "T" to my trustee apprentice "S" who'll be in charge with "S" from now on, because you know their name starts with letter "S". Anyway, it was nice knowing you all. T is out.

-Kisses The T-

I smiled at Thomas' post. Wait did he say Poppy? I scrolled my phone and read his post for the fifth time

"Shit I forgot about Poppy!". I thought. When I went through my phone there were at least 50 unread messages, and 17 missed calls from Poppy.

HOW DARE YOU KISSED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, ESPECIALLY IN FRONT OF MY PARENTS, YOU SOW WRESTLER! DID YOU SEE HOW THEY REACTED? HOW EMBARRASING!

WHY AREN'T YOU REPLYING MY TEXT?

WHY DID YOU LEAVE HANGING IN YOUR PARTY?

FARMSVILLE WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING MY CALLS?

I DEMAND A REPLY FROM YOU RIGHT NOW!

DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU CHOOSE ME!? WAS IT ALL A LIE TO JUST GET BACK AT ME, FARM GIRL? DID YOU ONLY TOY WITH MY FEELINGS? IS THAT IT?

SO JUST LIKE THAT YOU'RE GOING TO IGNORE ME? AFTER EVERYTHING YOU SAID IN FRONT OF WHOLE ENTIRE SCHOOL JUST TO HUMILAITE ME AND LEAVE ME BEHIND! I THOUGHT I MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU….

Bea please reply I need you to talk to you.

I gulped, feeling guilty for leaving her behind. I was too preoccupied with the party and then my parents suddenly called. Just when I was about to reply.

THUD! The car bumped into a big whole, accidentally throwing my phone out of the car window, and seeing my beloved phone for nearly two years get crushed by rush vehicles. All my contacts, memories, and pictures where there. Damn it!

"SHIT, NOOO! MY PHONE!" I yelled in panic.

"MISS BEATRICE I APOLOGIZE FOR THE DISTURBANCE, BUT PLEASE REFRAIN FROM GOING OFF THE WINDOW. YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF. YOU KNOW YOUR FATHER DEMANDS THAT YOU COME HOME IMMEDIATELY."Sebastian. My aunt's former butler/chaperone/assistant said.

"But my phone… Poppy…she, she…"

"Poppy Min-Sinclair? The girl who bullied and nearly ruined your life? Are you friends with her already? I'm sure your father would love to hear this."

"Sebastien, you know my parents doesn't care about me. There too focused on taking over my aunt's company" I sighed "Besides I need to call Poppy I kind of confessed to her that I like her in front of everyone, and I kind of made her parents angry when I kissed her."

Sebastien groaned. "Oh my goodness. What will your father say?"

"Uhh, Dissapointed…Maybe?...Hehe…"

"Young lady. I'm sure your father will be upset but not disappointed. If you must know he's basically proud of you."

"Really? How about Mom?" I gleamed like a little kid who wants nothing more than to spend with her parents. What? Just because I'm a 5'8 ½ ft, attractive young adult woman, doesn't mean I don't like being pampered by my parents.

Sebastien gave me a rare smile. "Your parents are very proud of you, Miss Bea." I know they don't show it as much as they used to, but know that they adore you and only want the best for you. Once you've returned home. Your folks have planned a major surprise for you." he said, grinning.

Really? I looked him with skepticism. When was the last time they surprised me with something? Right, when I found out that my late aunt had left her entire fortune to my family. At first, I was excited since my family can afford to transfer me to a prestigious university. Since, they have the money to give me anything I want. I adore my parents and am grateful for everything they've done for me, but all I want is to go back to how things were. We used to live a simple life. Farmsville was a place that I'll greatly missed. I missed living on our farm back home, caring for our animals, competing in town-events and winning them all, seeing my mom and dad's smile, and so many fond memories that I'll never forget.

Going back to the surprised. Poppy was going to wait for now. Now I know I may sound like a douche for ditching Poppy behind (You are a douche). Shut up mind! I'll get back to her after my so-called surprise with my parents, and it's not like she'll cry about it, right? She's a headstrong, yet crazy bitch who's probably in the verge of madness texting me and demanding an explanation for leaving her behind, and maybe about the stunt that I pulled earlier. Yeesh. I'm seriously dead.

Author's Note: I'm not good at writing stories so please bear with me. By the way I plan to finish this story until the very end and maybe I'll make more Poppy x MC stories in the future. See you in the next chapter.

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